Yes!! I Need To See A Synthesis Of Your Own Original Ideas.

This is canon as far as I'm concerned

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That feeling when you come back to a fic after a break and realize the last 1,000 or so words you wrote just don't work.

Devastating.

Today feels like falling down an extremely long staircase in slow motion.

Elliott grew up wanting to be Westley from The Princess Bride.

Lillian Gish in Night of the Hunter  (Charles Laughton, 1955)

Joja Workers Unite (Rarepair Week 2025)

I did it! I finished one Rarepair Week prompt! Yay!

Here, have a teaser :)

Joja Workers Unite (Sam/Shane)

Since Shane and Sam can't unionize to get more time off they decide to do the next best thing: get married.

Of course, nothing goes to plan.

"I know our love is unconventional," Sam said, loud enough that half the store could've heard him. "But please, I want you to make an honest man out of me!"

Shane realized too late that Sam was only half looking at him. The other man's eyes scanned the aisle at Shane's back. And too late Shane realized there were footsteps coming towards them.

"Gentlemen, is there a problem here?" The sight of Morris, arms crossed and scowling, waited for Shane when he turned around.

"No issues. We're just--" Shane started, but Sam bumped him aside.

"I'm heartbroken, bossman! I know I'm being loud but my heart has literally shattered. My man doesn't want to claim me!" Sam gestured to Shane with both arms.

"And this is something you need to do at work because--?"

"Love knows no time or place," Sam said with a soft sniffle. "When the spirit of love calls, you answer. And Shane answered with a 'no'."

"Samson, I have no idea what that means and quite frankly I'm losing my patience," Morris deadpanned.

"He won't marry me, boss! My work hubs won't put a shell on it!"

"This is startling news for so many reasons," Morris said. "Not least of which is that Joja discourages employee fraternization."

"Well I have no idea what that means!" Sam was getting more worked up by the minute.

Their conversation went around in circles for a while longer and Shane couldn't be bothered to follow it. Shane started coming around somewhere in there, though, because some time off wouldn't be the worst thing. Most of his PTO had been spent nursing colds or sleeping off hangovers. He rarely used the time off for anything fun. Maybe he could take Jas on vacation? She'd been bugging him to go to the beach to collect shells, too, even though it was cold. They could do both with the time fake marrying Sam would buy him.

Shane cleared his throat. The two men stopped bickering and stared at him.

"Sam... uh... Samson? Yeah. Okay." He took a steadying breath before he faced Sam head-on. "I can see now that you're so passionate about... our love? I didn't think you were serious, but now I know... Now... yeah, I do know. So I accept your proposal."

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I need a print of this to put in my kitchen I just love it so much

Someone please remind me not to write descriptions of myself when I'm depressed

Talk about an unreliable narrator jeez

I truly want that, too.

To have someone fall asleep reading one of my fics, happy and at ease

That really is the dream

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

I think that we live or die under the tyranny of perfection. Socially, we are pushed towards being perfect. Physically, beautiful to conform to standards that are cruel and uncommon, to behave and lead our lives in a certain way, to demonstrate to the world that we are happy and healthy and all full of sunshine. We are told to always smile and never sweat, by multiple commercials of shampoo or beer. And I feel that the most achievable goal of our lives is to have the freedom that imperfection gives us. And there is no better patron saint of imperfection than a monster.

Happy 52nd Birthday, Guillermo del Toro! (October 9, 1964)