i like shit to be bright ok

i live for isak calling even baby?? let’s talk about it more. 

  • the exasperated “baby” on the rare mornings when even doesn’t cook him breakfast because they’re both too exhausted by the night before (seriously, isak made even play fifa until 1am before he could admit that he sucks and no matter how many games they play, isak will always lose). even takes the last of isak’s cocoa puffs, and shit, isak had actually been looking forward to them?? but alas, he’d stepped out of the shower a minute after even, and his cereal stealing boyfriend had struck (even steals his clothes his heart and now his chocolatey cereal too?? isak has half a mind to break up with him). isak’s pouting at even, and even feels so bad for him that he offers isak some of the cereal. but even’s the kind of guy who pours his cereal into his milk and gulps it all down at once, and isak is very particular about only pouring a little bit of cereal into his milk at a time, so he just turns up his nose at even’s gross soggy abomination. 
  • isak hates hates hates waking up in the morning, and trying to figure out how to get isak up when they both have school is just trial and error. isak would appreciate it. it’s like a scientific experiment, except it’s one where the consequence would be an armful of grumpy boyfriend and no kisses until at least 10 o’clock. even has tried everything from blasting nas at full volume, to getting magnus in there to say something stupid because isak’s reflex is to drag him, but he’s found out that the most effective method is to pepper isak’s face with kisses until he blinks awake groggily, because he’ll pout, and he’ll say, “goddammit, baby,” like he’s actually annoyed, but he’s giggling so hard that even’s not buying it. 
  • the boys make fun of it so much!! the first time even laughs at him for dipping a chocolate chip cookie into nutella at lunch, isak says, “don’t fucking judge me baby you literally only make recipes with sour cream” magnus parrots “baby?? baBY??” jonas and mahdi are waggling their eyebrows so suggestively that isak blushes bright red. he tries to stutter out an excuse, like, “that’s not what i said. i said maybe?? KB?? bey bee?? haha i just like the concept of beyonce in the bee movie ok that’s totally what i meant.”
  • of course even ruins it all (because that’s all he’s good for) when the whole gang is getting kebab after school and isak can’t get his shit together because he didn’t really sleep last night and he’s spilling his food all over the table. even leans over with a pile of napkins and scoops it all up with a fond “baby” and a chaste kiss to the lips. the boys go fucking wild. 
  • they always leave each other with a peck on the cheek before separating for classes - and as much as isak wants to pull even closer until they’re intertwined, until they’re causing a scene for those fucking dance chicks he can tell are watching them - he knows he’s not ready for that yet. it’s soft and sweet, just a brush of his lips as he whispers, “bye, baby, see you after school.” it still gives isak a rush when he remembers that even will keep coming back to him, and no matter how long they’ll spend apart - whether it’s school cockblocking them, or when even has bad days  and refuses to let isak come over - they’ll always end up like this, safe in the circle of each other’s arms. 

also thanks to @strangetowns​ i can’t get even’s obsession with sour cream out of my head 

ok but Isak might not have spoken up just now but he does get flowers all the time !! OK?? Ok!

First it starts with Isak asking “Babe, can you grab flowers for your mom on your way home?” -  “Sure!”

And next thing you know Even hands him a bunch of flowers with a cheek kiss and a cheesy one liner (what those are varies, but its always cheesy, bc yes). 

And he wouldn’t have imagined it for himself but soon he knows all the flower names and which he prefers (strelitzia, he likes the more ‘strange looking’ ones, as Even puts it). So when one day Magnus is a bit overwhelmed with the idea of getting Vilde some flowers for their anniversairy, he shrugs and is just like: 

“Well, you can’t go wrong with gerbera, they are uncomplicated and happy. But with Vilde I guess you could do something more like azaleas or gladiolus. Something that looks nice and maybe smells good.”

I really wanted to write some polyfrogs + farmer stuff bc I love my frogs! and I want them to be together and date and love each other! but I also love charmer and chowder and farmer are just the cutest together. sO

  • it starts out as kind of a weird arrangement?
  • chowder and farmer are already together
  • nursey and dex (finally) get together
    • chowder is really, really happy for them. he’s wanted this FOREVER
    • he’s honestly more invested in their relationship than they are. he loves love and he loves his friends
  • they all end up going on double dates together as a result! jerry’s, annie’s, etc.
  • nursey dex and chowder are always bringing big ass signs to farmer’s volleyball games and she lets them tag along when they go out for team win meals
  • farmer against the glass for their home games screaming her head off
  • they get along really well and they’re pretty much always together.
    • nursey has everyone’s class schedule memorized
    • he brings them coffee a lot
  • as a result of them always being together both in a physical sense and in like, a romantic context, chowder kind of naturally associates all of these people in his life with romance and dating
    • he starts feeling kind of… guilty? because he loves farmer! and she’s great and she makes him really, really happy, and they’re great together
    • but chowder also starts noticing how much he likes when dex gives one of those big, full smiles
    • and how when he falls asleep in the haus on the couch, nursey will pick him up instead of waking him up and take him to his room and instead of just laying him down, makes sure he’s under the covers
    • and he finds himself making excuses to be around them even more than he already is
  • farmer gets really confused because chowder won’t meet her eyes sometimes and he goes pink when looking at nursey and dex
  • this is getting long jesus

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huge, huge thank you to by beta best friend for reading this, encouraging me to write more and actually post some of it; and of course @roxanncweasley and @jiilys, my writing idols, for unconciously inspiring me with their own fantastic work;

He’s all you notice at this point.

In class, when your not long ago ‘best friend’ shots a parky comment at him. He wants to talk back, you can see it. He wants to, he needs to defend himself, his friends, those like you. He can’t stand him, it’s clear as day. That vein on his neck is pulsing like crazy. His hands are fists now. He picks his head up and you gasp at the rage in his stare. You sees his eyes shot fast in your direction and in a second they’re soft again and it’s like he suddenly acknowledges he’s in a classroom with twenty other students, all watching him, all expecting the fight. He slowly unscrews his hands and flats them on the desk; they’re trembling. You sigh. His head is lowered again, Remus wispering something rapidly in his ear. He nods in approval, the corners of his mouth twitch. Mr Binns goes on. A few minutes later you catch his eye and, he smiles.

In the library, on a table in the opposite corner of the room, where they’re sitting, trying to dull their laughs as Madam Pince walks by, all staring at a piece of pegament. You can’t really tell from here but it seem like whatever’s on it is moving. Remus is extending a hand and shaking his with a tempered smile that reaches his eyes. Pettigrew is clapping him on the back, grin splattered all over his features. Black grabs his face and mockingly tries to kiss him. He laughs and pushes him away, a sly smile on his lips and she can almost hear him say ‘not here pads, there are people watching! I know I’m so charmingly handsome, but please contain your urges!’. His smile is bigger than his face as he shrugs and explains something to the rest, hands gesticulating as he speaks. There’s so much pride in his eyes he looks like he might just explode. He gases at you and stops talking what looks like midsentence. The others turn around to look at you; Remus waves, Black winks playfully and Pettigrew just shakes his head. His smile doesn’t leave his face as he takes one of Remus’s chocolate bars and throws it at you. You catch it the last second, look at him and smile back. As he returns his attention to the pergament you can swear you see reddness creeping its way towards his face.

On the pitch on a sunny Friday afternoon right after classes while he’s loosening his tie as the eight of you sit on the freshly cut grass, Marlene in Black’s, Sirius’s, he demands, lap. Dorcas pulls out two bottles of vodka her sister mailed her and takes a bold sip from one, trowing the other at Peter. Screw dinner, you think. Screw the rules. Soon everyone is laying in a big mess of tangled legs and arms and hair, laughing at everything and nothing at all, forgetting for a moment. The late april wind blows in his hair, making it even messier than it is, making it look like he’d just shagged, making you want to shag him but really you’re just drunk, you tell yourself. His glasses are crooked and dirty but his eyes are sparkling and his smile is lopsided and he looks like he’s drunk on pure liquid joy, no diluent. You look at his long delicate fingers, knuckles bloody from Tuesday when the Blacks’ family owl delivered Sirius a letter and his fist almost made a hole in the commor room wall. You look at his sneakers, covered in mud as if he’s been running in the Forbidden Forest for two nights straight. You look at his muscles under the rolled sleeves of his shirt, his tan skin, the purple and blue veins underneath. You look at his eyes. They’re looking too. Shit, you think, but his eyes don’t tear from yours and you can’t make yourself look away. He’s all you can see and you both don’t notice that Marlene and Sirius are long gone, probably in the now empty boy dorm doing Merlin knows what or that Mary and Dorcas are kissing and giggling unnoticed a few meters away or that Remus and Peter are now walking around the pitch trying to clear their heads and be at least a little bit responsible. No, all you notice is each other and the stars in his eyes and the flowers in you hair and your love. And sure, it is a little reckless and a little dangerous, and there really isn’t anything, but it’s okay cause you won’t remember it tomorrow morning, right? All of a sudden something bubles inside of you and your smile turns into laughter because how could i be so oblivious and there’s clearly something, there’s everything and you realise why your stomach is always in knots when he’s around and why your troat tightens when he gives you one of his shit eating grins and of course. Of course I’m in love! He’s starts laughing next to you on the hard ground too and your eyes fill themselves with tears as the sunset sky opens and swallows you both.

In the common room, in the little hours, when even the wind is silent, the fireplace is long cold and you’re sitting alone in the armchair next to the window, trembling, thinking how fucked up the world truly is. You hear his tiptoes on the old stone stairs of his dormitory carrying the history of so many other lives before yours. He yawns and stretches his lean arms over his head, but you don’t turn around. You hope he won’t notice you there, that he’ll simply get his forgotten charms essay from the table near the fireplace and go back to bed. ‘Lily!’ you hear him inhale shortly and then… he’s gone. You want him to be but you can’t help feel a little dissapointed after all. You’ve told yourself so many times not to think abot him that way, to accept it’s pointless, that he doesn’t love you anymore, and even if he did what’s the point, it would never work out, not now. But it’s still hard and you know it will always be. You feel a blanket around your shoulders and you abruptly turn around to face him. He’s looking down at you with worry in his eyes and a line between furrowed brows. You open your mouth to say something, anything. ‘Don’t.’ He’s wispering. ‘You don’t have to explain. I know.’ He sighs and sits on the armrest, looking out of the window. You turn back towards it and lean your head on his arm. ‘When did everything become so complicated.’ It’s not a question. More of a statement, an unheard plead for things to go back the way they were, to normal. He signs again, harder this time, louder. He seeks your green, green eyes, stares deep into them, almost like he’s at loss of words. Almost like he’s lost himself in them.

You’re breathless.

anonymous asked:

Are dialogue prompts ok? bc if they are can i suggest "If you don't like being carried, then ya gotta stop fainting in public"

One second Party was leaning up against the counter, humming tunelessly and waiting for Jet to finish paying for his new charger, and the next second the world was melting. 

Shit, he thought, not now, and then he started screaming. He collapsed to the floor, doubling up and vomiting– it came out red, spattered across his palms, and he tried to scream again, but the whole world twisted and went blue and very, very bright and he saw teeth snapping and a giant fucking explosion– a nuclear fucking bomb–

And then he opened his eyes and sucked in a huge breath, so deep it hurt. What– where– he felt something wrapped around him and started struggling and flailing his arms, still gasping for air, and immediately got dropped on his ass. 

“Well, fuck, if you don’t like me carrying you, you better stop fainting in public,” came a voice from above. 

His thoughts finally slotting into place, Party looked up, chest heaving, to see Jet standing over him. He blinked, and Jet crouched down next to him. Party twisted his head over his shoulder, looking around himself. They were a few yards outside of the store, and he was sitting in the dirt. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh–

Party snapped his head around to look at Jet as he placed a firm hand on Party’s shoulder. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You just passed out. Totally silent. There wasn’t any screaming or thrashing or anything.”

“Are you– but I felt–” Party shut his mouth abruptly. He didn’t want to think about it. 

Jet straightened up, offering a hand for Party to do the same. Party still felt shaken up, twitchy, shivery. He could see it still, afterimages seared onto the insides of his eyelids (lighting, fangs, rippling and bubbling) but he shook it off. Passing a hand over his eyes, he just nodded and said, “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s skid out.”

Jet nodded, and together they walked back to the car. Party handed Jet the keys wordlessly and got in on the passenger side. Jet gave him an anxious look, but he didn’t press it, and Party leaned his head back against the seat, staring up at the ceiling. 

He placed a hand over his own chest, and waited for his heart rate to go back to normal. 

THE HEROIN DIARIES STARTERS [PART ONE] 

  • “I have no friends left.”
  • “Why do I do this? I hate it… I hate it so much but I love it even more.”
  • “My bones were shaking, I thought I was going to explode.”
  • “I’d been doing good until that point.”
  • “I even managed to take a shower.”
  • “We meet for all the wrong reasons.”
  • “I mean, she’s a sweet girl… as much as I’m a sweet guy.”
  • “Truer words could not be said.”
  • “I just can’t seem to focus on anything.”
  • “Then everything went wrong, just like it always does.”
  • “I fucking hate that shit.”
  • “I’m ok now.”
  • “Nobody would believe what happens inside my head.”
  • “I could have killed somebody.”
  • “I need a padded cell, I’m telling you.”
  • “This is life, like Burroughs or Kerouac, or Ginsberg… the ones who burn bright.”
  • “I really don’t care about anything.”
  • “I love that it’s so dark.”
  • “I don’t want to ever leave here.”
  • “He still owes me the $9,000 bail I posted for him.”
  • “I think it’s a fucking wig!”
  • “This has to work.”
  • “I can do it…”
  • “We have nothing to say to each other.”
  • “I just felt dead.”
  • “Last night was a bad one.”
  • “Dude, what’s on your hand?”
  • “What happened to me yesterday?”
  • “Between me and you, I guess I was in a bit of a blackout.”
  • “I didn’t say anything.”
  • “I have to pull it together.”
  • “I make myself sick.”
  • “I had nothing else to do so I figured why not?”
  • “I am so pissed.”
  • “She may be fucking insane, but she’s my girl!”
  • “If I see that dwarf, I’ll kick his ass!”
  • “It’s not cool to look too eager.”
  • “He’s the brother I never had.”
  • “Is this a crisis or a needed creative outlet?”
  • “I’m not listening.” 
  • “I’m really trying.”
  • “Let’s see what happens.”
  • “I feel like throwing up.”
  • “I don’t know how to stop thinking about it.”
  • “I know it’s not real.”
  • “This isn’t how I thought my life would turn out.”
  • “You must think I’m insane, but I’m not.
Kacchako 05: “I took a pregnancy test”

Genre: Drabble/Fluff/Family

Pairing: Bakugou x Uraraka

Rating: [T for language]

Word Count: 1532 words

Drabble Prompt: #16: “I took a pregnancy test”

Author’s Notes: For the anon who requested prompts 19, 16, 18, 13, 10, 8, 4, 3, and 2 for kacchako. I’m so sorry I’m so slow! But I guess…6 more to go? Also another anon requested #16 so this is for both of you!


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ok but imagine caleb and adam watching netflix, cuddling, all the good shit. adam falls asleep but is woken up like ten minutes later bc caleb has a lowkey obnoxiously loud tv laugh, so adam smacks his shoulder bc this asshole just woke him up. caleb just laughs and like kisses his forehead or smth and adam is like “wtf asshole i’m mad at you” and then caleb says in Fond Voice™ “no ur not ur ‘cute grumpy’ which means ur only pretending to be mad to make a point” and adam can’t argue with that bc it’s true so he just mumbles “shut up” and caleb kisses him again

anonymous asked:

punk amis?

So this is always gonna be a harder au to write than to draw so im shaking it up a bit. I’ve sorted them as different sub genres of punk. 

Enjolras - run of the mill Punk Rock. stretched lobes, snake bites, studded leather jacket with political slogans, dip dyed red hair. He doesn’t wear it as a mohawk often but he could

Combeferre - Trallpunk. Originated in Sweden. very politically orientated lyrics with crazy fast drums over it. very forward thinking which Combeferre LOVES. 

Courfeyrac - Glam Punk. do I really need to explain why Courf would be into the genre of punk that involves fashion, sequins and bold crazy makeup? really? 

Grantaire - Art Punk. Oh man these guys were PretentionsTM. R would have loved them.

Joly - Queercore. just…. aggressively gay? this was the scene where Joly discovered their gender stuff so. Has a hand-done piercing in his ear that he never takes out. It’s a little pink triangle.

Bossuet - Garage Punk. lo-fi as fuck. Boss doesn’t even really know why he likes it so much. The core idea is very simple and maybe that’s why. He’s always been a simple guy.

Jehan - Jazz Punk. Grew up with Jazz because their dad was from New Orleans but always wanted to shake it up a bit. Jazz punk delighted them. Two genres that were anti - “do what everyone else says”. PERFECT. 

Bahorel - Anarcho Punk. These guys do just really wanna start shit basically. perfect. So much leather and bright red anarchy symbols. right up Bahorel’s street.

Feuilly - Folk Punk. Love some punk feat. mandolin. nothing like it.

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Marius - Pop Punk. Would die for Gerard Way. dyed his hair black. extremely heavy black eyeliner. you know the drill

Cosette - Horror Punk. Honestly everyone is terrified of Cosette. Never put her Ipod on shuffle. ever.

Eponine - Two-Tone (basically SKA). Ok anyone who knows me knows I adore SKA. She owns approx 6 pairs of 2nd hand Docs. Painted her own leather jacket two-tone. Ain’t no party til Eponine’s Ska playlist gets put on.

Chetta - Taqwacore - Punk subgenre that deals with Islam. Chetta got into it when she was still living in Pakistan and coming out. Destroy the system but still true to her religion? perfect for a trans female activist. perf.

a “what does a wolf/dog hybrid really look like?” masterpost

so ive seen some people express a lot of confusion when it comes to wolfdogs; some people think they look extremely wolf-like, hard to distinguish between (these are people who probably loved balto growing up), others think they’re small and a like mini-huskies.

both can be right, but it depends on the amount of wolf! i wanted to make a post describing what types of wolfdogs there are, and the diffs between them and full dogs/full wolves! this can also be used as a drawing ref as well since i’ll be putting some pics here.

first of all, theres different names and levels of wolfdogs. there is high content, mid content, and low content. high content wolf dogs are generally 75%+ wolf; mid contents are  50-74% wolf; low contents are 1-49% wolf. the amount of wolf in a wolfdog greatly matters because it will tell how many dog traits they have, or how wolf they look.

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Your Lie in April uses visual metaphors and symbolic imagery to add layers of meaning and foreshadowing to the story. In fact, if you know what to look for, they foreshadow the ending in the very first minute of the show.

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ok so people probably hc calebs style as basic athleisure teenage boy BUT i for one like to think he dresses like average trendy black twitter type ykwim? ya the loud 90s print button ups? joggers and nike brand neon windbreakers, roshes and bomber jackets and shit like that? he owns the signature black millennial green camo print pants. at one point he almost dyed a streak of his hair blonde but thankfully his mom talked him out of it

spidgey  asked:

ok so i was walkin on the beach and i saw an octopus stranded above the tide line. he was a very pretty bright orange boy but also i live in australia so i wasn't sure if i was gonna die trying to save him or not but then i thought of u and was like,,, shit i gotta save the octo even if i die (i didn't die tho so yay)

YOU ARE A HERO

also omg though stay safe man wouldnt want you get hurt!

BUT since you didnt die…

GOOD JOB I love you

Fear of love || Dallas Winston Imagine||

HEY GUYS! I’m sorry I haven’t been active! I just haven’t gotten any time too and I’ve just been really uhm you could say sad but here! It’s bad but I just hope some one likes it

January 12th

Dallas Winston… he always lived for no one but yet he lived for the attention, sometimes it’s good, mostly it wasn’t. He always tried to get fear, that’s what drove him to do more. He always pushed people, for fun, it was just the sort of person he was and I couldn’t change that… even when I begged. Even when I screamed. Even when I was in love with the bastard. he haunts me, how he talks, how he walks, just him… I can’t help the fear of loving him and it’s killing me… I wish I didn’t have to live in fear, even though that’s what he wants.

“ hey y/n! Whatcha writing there aye?” Soda bursted as he tried to snatch the book from my hands. “None of your business!” I yelled as he smirked playfully “ is it a diary or somethin? AM I IN IT!?” His eyes sparkled as if I wrote about him… I looked at him and walked off, “ so …. am I in it orrr??” He said curiously as I continued to walk home. I couldn’t let no one see this. Not even Sodapop, but for him, it’s probably for the best. But this is my Escape from everybody, i write what I feel, it’s better then telling people. I sat down and continue to write. Writing about the world, and how I feel even tho it was paper. “Whatcha got there?” Dallas questioned as he stared at me. I rolled my eyes, holding back the feelings. “ a book…” I stated as he replied quickly “ nah shit, what are you writing in it?” I stared at him and all I wanted to say was you… “ ah ya know just shit…” I said as I closed the book, trying to dodge the questions being shot at me. But every time I stare at him, I think of how I feel but I’m still afraid, afraid to love him like I do… my cheeks started to go bright red as Dally cocked an eyebrow, “You ok y/n? Your goin red man.” I stared at him for a moment and realized what he had said. “Oh shit! Sorry I gotta go! Ya know gotta help the ol’ man!” I said nervously as I rushed home. “AYE! Y/n! You forgot ya boo-… eh never mind”. As he picked up the book, he murmured underneath his breath “ wouldn’t kill me to read just a few pages…” his eyes stayed casual as he read the lines, the lines that held so much pain, “Where is all these coming from?” He couldn’t believe that she liked him… every one was afraid of heart break and she was but yet she still chose that path… “ damn it…” he spat…

Kacchako 04: “Come home with me”

Genre: Drabble/Fluff

Pairing: Bakugou x Uraraka

Rating: [PG]

Word Count: 1285 Words

Drabble Prompt: #19: “Come home with me”


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anonymous asked:

Are there any upcoming shows that you're looking forward to?

Eeeeh if I could be honest … no not really. Everyone’s hyped up for Infinity Train but it’s humor and art design and mystery just feels so….. boring. Also idk if it’s CN but the colors are way too bright.

OK KO has some of my interest and Ian has written some pretty decent eps of Steven universe but I’m not crazy about the fact that both Ian and Matt are making new cartoons considering they were the worst at responding to criticism (especially Matt like holy shit).

I’m just here waiting for PZPTH season 2 to premiere

You know what I’m getting sick of seeing in modern cartoons? I’m sick of the lazy animation, horrible character designs and bright fucking colors.

Okay sure, not every modern cartoon is like this, but most of the shit CN is coming out with has been absolutely abysmal.

I tried watching OK KO but I had to turn it off because the ugly animation and colors were literally burning my eyes, seriously how can something this ugly looking come out in the same year as the Ducktales reboot?

CN needs to get their fucking shit together, I’m getting sick and tired of this CalARTS cancer.

ok so after not being able to log into ao3 for a bit i thought i’d give a quick update on where shit is to thank the fic gods for pitying me.

  • vivisect/bathory: I’m like, 5k away from being done chapter 5, but I’ll probably tear it up and redo huge bits of it, so whooo the fuck knows when that’ll be done. hopefully soon. this chapter frustrated the fuck outta me but on the bright side? it’s shorter than 24k (lmaoooo) and shit actually happens!!! wow
  • bubblegum/cherry sequel: lol uh. so chapter 1 took me literally months of working on it a lot and nearly killed me, and chapter 2 is going even more slowly. sorry yall. but I AM going to finish it and it is NOT dead or abandoned. to clarify.
  • unnamed khk prompt fill: (wow! mysterious!) like, mostly done, but i hate it, so lol i may not post the stupid thing
  • quadrumvirate: someday…..someday.

Also not to be that guy but also to exactly be that guy…especially on longer works, and this goes for everyone not just me, please consider commenting? like im being real with yall here…..i lowkey hate everything i write and it’s an uphill battle sometimes to work on it, and it sounds stupid to say that people commenting really helps but honestly? it does. even just leaving a kudos helps and thats like a click of a button. to be clear here im not trying to like, make anyone feel bad or compelled to do anything if they don’t like it, and if you already comment n shit on stuff you like BLESS U AND UR FAMILY AND UR HORSE, but if not pls consider it. knowing what people think, what they liked, and that they even gave a flying fuck helps me and literally every fic author EVER keep going and getting better, (and also feeling less shit)

anyway love yall and I’m sorry I’m on sporadically and have been shit at updating, im studying for the MCAT and working/volunteering and shit and that takes up sooo much time and yeah I’ve just been going through a writing Funk! but yeah like I’m still out here and still doing kylucc and in it for the long haul, so thanks for reading this wall of drivel and i hope youre having a nice day <3