His Ass Likes Going To Prison

whitaker eating ube baked goods w santos. that's it.

hi.

whichever one of you fucks put my fic (vanish into you) into a public rating bookmark collection (and rated my fic 3/5 stars) can you please take it down right now.

i didn’t ask for you to rate my fic. you are unconsentedly rating shit i put HOURS into. HOURS I COULD BE USING STUDYING FOR FINALS. but sorry that i enjoy writing enough i guess??

hell, i dont even care if you rate it 5 stars, or 1 star, but i didnt ask for this, and im sure these others didnt either!! (there’s thousands of them)

this is genuinely upsetting me because as somebody who has a borderline anxiety attack before posting every chapter, it kinda sucks to get indirectly told your work is mediocre! i am insanely self conscious and this doesn’t help. so congrats i guess!

ao3 isn’t even meant to have a rating system. i’m sorry for getting so worked up over this but it is genuinely upsetting.

anyways. please and thank you.

everyone. i don't know how this just clicked for me.

this is langdon right now:

addict (in recovery, by season two at least)

loves his kid(s)

complicated relationship with other parent

you know who's going to notice this? MCKAY. mckay is going to notice this and when she looks at him, she'll see a 30-year-old cassie in his place. and they are going to have a heartfelt conversation about it. multiple even. walk with me.

has dennis seen the sea before. i dont think he has, especially coming from a landlocked state like nebraska. pennsylvania doesn't have a border that connects to the ocean. the only thing close is the shoreline on lake erie (correct me if im wrong). has he ever experienced the sandy shores of the beach, the call of seagulls circling overhead, the feeling of waves crashing against your legs and it's freezing cold but you look forward and the blue against blue seems to stretch on forever. it's a different sort of vastness from the corn fields he grew up in. its nothing like the mesmerizing, rippling digital blues he saw every night on the old tv they were supposed to throw out that he and his brothers snuck into their "secret" treehouse. it's breathtaking. and maybe he'll sit on one of those driftwood logs in cargo shorts soaked to the bone and just breathe, the salty sea air refreshingly unfamiliar. maybe make a sandcastle for the first time. dig up a giant hole in the ground with trinity and fill it up with sea water. and maybe when he looks at her when she laughs as he trips and falls face first into the water at some point, he'll see his older brother's face. think to himself, 'yeah, they'd love it here'.

idk man. growing up in california made me realize just how lucky i am to be able to experience such a variety of settings all in one state. and how it must feel for people well into their teenage or adult years to experience the beauty of the ocean for the first time.

sangihun > 457

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I miss these guys

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