My pookie blorbo babygirl crazzzzy girl dinner girlfailiure of a girlfriend

long time no see, babes!! heres a wip of one of the creatures thats going to be part of my beloved au!!

sometimes i just think mike would like a hug.

doctober day 3: gun fight

aka "if i had a nickel for every time a bttf character got shot, but was wearing protective clothing (unbeknownst to their friend), i would have two nickels"

(bonus bc i didnt think id finish this one in time:)

Last Line 🎿

I was tagged by the lovely @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz and @malewifediaz thank you mwuah 💛

When they got back, Eddie peeled Chris out of his big puffy clothes and put him to bed; expecting him to spring up like a freshly rewound toy soldier in just a couple of hours.

✨no pressure tagging: @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @heartshapedvows @nmcggg @rainbow-nerdss @watchyourbuck @theotherbuckley

Cringetober Day 6. Neko

Many thanks to @omgpurplefattie! Reading your wip was *chef's kiss* I love horsegirl dfs. I was going to wait for WIP Wednesday but thank you giving me the opportunity to post earlier (and also for being the reason I started posting on ao3 again, your reblog tag about dfs and fdb wearing llh's zanzi really stuck with me). This is from my post-canon amnesia difang au:

“Niang!” A young man - practically still a boy, his high ponytail waving behind him - practically crashes through the front gate. “I’m home! I still haven’t-” Nausea swarms his head as he looks at him. When he had woken up on the banks of that river he hadn’t felt that anything was missing. The habits that were performed jerkily as he realised he didn’t know what he was doing were ignored. But the sight of this young man now - this boy, in his light blue robes with golden detailing, with a matching set of huwan and a belt in a darker blue - carves too deeply inside him, shining a light on a deep, yawning maw of a cavity he didn’t know was there. The feeling only intensifies as the boy stops dead in his tracks, staring at him. His skin is several shades too pale to be healthy, the bones in his face too sharp even with the obvious baby fat still lingering, his eyes too bright in the way of a chronic insomniac. He knows the glint of it intimately; he’s already seen it too often in his own eyes. His voice is too high when he speaks, wavering and cracking right down the middle. “Lao-Di?” He stares at him more. Everything buzzes; he can hear every bird for three li, every person moving in the house, every vein pulsing blood in his body, and yet the only noise he can seem to focus on is the rabbit-fast beating of this boy’s heart. He can’t move as he stumbles towards him. The sword shards poke at him mercilessly as this boy falls to his knees beside him. “Lao-Di? Lao-Di?! What’s wrong, answer me!” He thrusts his palm into his face. He hadn’t even thought about putting internal energy into it, though the angry noise from Master He says that she absolutely thought he had. This confusing boy just catches his wrist and grips him like a lifeline. The terrified look on his face transforms into horror once he gets a good look at his palm. “Fang Duobing?” He asks roughly.

You have 2 current WIP?? 👀 I know one is the Adult Ellie Disney one but can we get a hint about the other?

It’s a no outbreak AU with young kid Ellie and older sister Sarah 🫡 its gonna be very focused on the developing sisterhood and both girls kind of maturing and developing

it’s still in her early stages but here’s a snippet :-)

My brain works in some strange ways. Currently picking at a Rizzoli & Isles bridge jump fic, which involves the episode where Maura says her favourite book is Anne of Green Gables, so naturally the fic has references to Anne of Green Gables in it, so because out of many adaptions the Megan Follows one is the one I grew up on, I naturally look up a scene from that, which makes me think of that one Lie to Me episode with Megan Follows in it (Do No Harm, by the way), and now I'm in a full-throttle obsession with Gillian Foster again.

louis and violet need to stop being friends.

i cannot hAVE THEM BE CHOKING ME UP WHEN IM TRYING TO WRITE.

LOUIS STOP RUINING MY VIOLET ANALYSIS WITH YOUR STUPID FRIENDSHIP. >:((

update: essay is DONE. THEY WRECKED ME TO SHIT.

collaboration

just a couple hours ‘til my husband’s birthday!

internal monologue

i thought i was going to be able to finish this fic tonight but instead of filling all the gaps between scenes i wrote like 500 words of ellie and tommy negotiating over mashed potatoes. the tommy brainrot has reached critical mass i need to be freed

thank you for tagging me in your WIP game💜

we all know I'm going to ask for the snippet of Daddy Gortash😭 he's so dreamy I wanna eat him

I ONLY HAVE AN OUTLINE RN FOR THE GORTASH ONE IM SORRY 😩😩😩 but i can tell u what it entails 😏

BASICALLY reader is horny but gortash is too busy working at his desk drawing out ideas for a new project so he has them get off on his thigh instead. but he gets hard af watching them and listening to the sounds they make by his ear so he gives in and fucks them. yes there is lots of “daddy” usage from both of them 😈😈

will add more stuff too probably so if anybody has any ideas in their big beautious brains feel free to share 😃👍🏻

shhh I'm cooking smth...

U just have to wait....