Y’all…I can’t rn…please…somebody…send help…

more of u need to get in my dms guys cause i talk to much for my own good and i feel bad for these poor ppl that have to deal with my bs

been reading a lotttt of harringrove fics lately (probably do a ficrec list soon) but many of those have been fics where either one or both of them are camboys and holy shit—

listen, cause I know there are already quite a few of those, but they’re SO GOOD that I’m beyond tempted to try my hand at writing one 🤭

edit: here’s that list

Between Us gives excellent mental illness rep.Team is not lazy or careless. He is depressed. He is avoidant like a lot of people with PTSD. His coping mechanisms are exhausting. So no he doesn’t trust that dude who is flooding him with orgasms, good sleep, a clean environment, discipline and dopamine. He doesn’t notice that Blondie didn’t run whe he realized that his crush was sick.

Over 1k into Rafe fic and we’re just at the beginning.

Also, I can’t actually believe people want to talk to me about this AU and find it interesting??? It’s so crazy to me that people go out of their way to interact (it could be a like no reblog or more) with this?

AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY LOVE IT.

It makes me feel so inspired, and want to write more.

okay before i forget, here’s the current fic lineup: janis x reader w toxic parents who quarrel a lot (req), jealous janis smut (req)

i’m aiming to post them both today! :))

Me: I’ll be as quiet as Atom while playing this match to get into character…

Also me: Immediately starts singing, laughing, and screaming

protect the knight by dalbong, on webtoon

“how many guys do you have on your roster, huh?”

“including you? four.”

“i’m gonna have you cummin’ on my cock, screamin’ my name and we’ll see if you still want those guys after the fourth time.”

vent in the tags

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Last rebagel post got me thinking about what is actually the longest WIP that I haven’t posted that I’m still (to some degree) working on, so I went to find out:

Bad TL Future Leo fic is at 17k+

Keith/Allura/Lance fic is also at 17k+

Platonic Fake Dating Zukka fic is ALSO 17k+

The Cursed Word Count lmao

The ‘sequel’ to ANAFW is resting at 30k along with my hopes and dreams

Aaand Hobbit Thorin Doesn’t Die AU fic is the biggest boy at 42k+

the IOF immediately when one of their invaders gets downed:

shiv was not being altruistic nor intellectually self-interested when she voted against kendall. that was pure raw visceral desperation to maintain some semblance of dignity that she felt kendall being ceo would shred her of. sometimes people do not act in other people’s best interests or their own best interests. sometimes people do the wrong thing for the wrong reasons just because it feels like the right, the only, thing to do. shiv could not let kendall be ceo. she just couldn’t. not because she wanted to sacrifice herself to “stop the cycle,” not because she made a calculation and decided tom was her best interest — because the thought of kendall being ceo and acting like That the rest of their lives when shiv earned that job, she fucking earned it, that was too much to fucking bear. watching him sit in dad’s chair, conduct that vote, grin with entitlement and cockiness and certainty — seeing that elicited a visceral painful all-consuming sensation not dissimilar to overwhelming nausea that, summed up in two words, would simply be: fuck. no. she couldn’t live with that. she just couldn’t. it’s not kind. it’s not smart. it’s just human. painfully, destructively human. because sometimes, that’s all there is to it. not just for shiv, but for everyone. god knows roman and kendall have had those same feelings, made those same self-destructing yet necessary-feeling decisions throughout the show. why does it have to be different for shiv? why can’t she be painfully destructively human, prone to impulsive ill-conceived viscerally felt actions, like everyone else? why are we incapable of allotting her the same nuance and humanity (the good and the bad), the same trauma-informed self-destructive life-ruining hamartias, as we do her brothers? why can’t we fit a whole woman in our heads?

nobody understands how fucking insane I am about neil josten. I want to build an art gallery for that man, a museum, a cathedral. I want to capture the sound of his laughter in a bottle. I want to interview the monster that lived under his childhood bed. I want to study his profile while he’s sleeping. I want to know every speck of color in his eyes. I want his bones that healed wrong. I want to catch the way foreign curses fall from his tongue and make a wind chime out of them. I want to pluck the sun out of his hair. I want to see his already questionable humanity decay. I want to taste his terror and despair and I want to cradle him in my arms and never let another person hurt him ever again