The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…
AND I FOR ONE AM HERE FOR IT!
Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =)
Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store.
As always, I hope you enjoy!
know…you didn’t have to walk me
arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making
those (so unfairly gorgeous) green
eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had
made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she
had been worried until she realized that oh,
had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush
on your son’s teacher?
Requested by Anon:
first of all, i love your writing (especially the recent tkachuk one). second, could i please request a jakob chychrun fwb to lovers? thanks xx
*Hiii! Thank you so much! This happens around the time the MC realizes he/she is in love with Chych. I hope you like this one. :)*
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The two people who invented the friends with benefits
relationship thing are both fucktards that should burn in hell. That or they’re
both emotionally absent people who should still burn in hell. That’s not saying
that you’re an emotionally absent person since you’ve had multiple fuck buddies
over the years because you’re not… it’s just that you’ve never been ready for a
relationship but at the same time, you have needs. Needs that you can’t attend
to by yourself.
Ergo the multiple friends with benefits for the past three
You never imagined it would get old. You’re still young, you
love guys as much as the next girl does, and you’re having fun.
I think, at this point in my college career (i.e., semester 10 of 12), I’m just burned out to all hell. I understand what I need to do. It’s crystal clear. But I lack the stamina to get it done. In the context of a semester, that snowballs. Fast.
And so I’m starting to see how important my senior capstone project is going to be. It is a culmination of so many things. Past knowledge of physics. New knowledge of physics I need to learn on my own. Time management. Project management. Creation. Intellectual ability. Drive. Etc. I’m not saying that an A+ capstone project would make up for poor grades (of which, I don’t think I have; my GPA >> 3.0 even if it’s not where I’d like it to be). But in the context of being in my 6th year of undergrad come the fall semester, it might be a great way to show that I am capable of doing great work, despite the burnout.
And so I’m looking forward to my inevitable gap year. I need one in order to make sure I take all the necessary courses for the GRE before I sit the exam. But even if I have an internship in that year rather than school, I think it’ll be the kind of break I need.
I mean, really. It will be so damn nice to be in an environment where the stress of grades is not in my face. The focus shifted to doing good work rather than getting good grades. A subtle yet important distinction to make in a society where people are able to, in some circumstances, get good grades without doing good work. The opportunity to focus rather than dividing my attention between multiple classes plus extracurriculars and work each semester. I think that’s where I’ll thrive.
Of course, I’m not there yet. So the grass is probably greener. But it gives me something to look forward to.
I want to abolish God. Free all the slaves that operate under his spell. Fuck on the alter of a church. And kill all the clergy men who abused the young children who were forced into a world they didnt choose but were born into. They tell me I’ll burn in hell but this is hell. I already burn.
For whatever it’s worth, I don’t think you would destroy the world from spite.” His voice turned hard. “But I also think you like to suffer. You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you’ve committed. And I know this because I’ve been doing the same damn thing for two hundred years. Tell me, do you think you will go to some blessed Afterworld, or do you expect a burning hell? You’re hoping for hell - because how could you face them in the Afterworld? Better to suffer, to be damned for eternity and -
I know people are hoping this helps brings about the end of babygate. It may or may not. But I would like to reinforce now regardless of that, Louis did not choose this. If this drags on and continues to be messy and Simon and company continue to use it as a successful torture device, let us all keep in the forefront of our minds that Louis did not choose this. If it helps end babygate, fine, but Louis did not choose it. Even if it’s a compromise measure, it was done in a coercive environment – and so Louis did not choose this. And I want the fandom to think on that, because of our hopes are dashed and this black hole continues even longer, I want there to be no mistake: Louis did not choose this.