This hit home
Things I do as a Writer
• Not write
• Daydream
• Cry
•Complain
• Wait for inspiration
• Write
• Not write
I feel this
I can't handle being single any more I need a partner 😭
I will buy you boba if you like it, I'll watch horror movies with you (I will be scared shitless tho), I'll do anything for a partner right now
(Don't take any of this seriously btw)
Hopefully getting chapter seven of my "little boy don't you cry, cause the child in you is still alive" 911: Lone Star fan-fiction up today. I suddenly got hit of inspiration today.
The fourteen-year-old and ninth grader Tyler Kennedy Strand who goes by Tk was riding high until he was not. His life turned upside down in the course of one short week. It was the 2010 Manhattan school districts homecoming week, everything was good great then it suddenly turned into a nightmare. Now to get away from all the pain his dad is moving him to Austin, Texas. Owen is rebuilding 126 fire-station which recently suffered a great loss, most of the firefighters lost their lives.
Yes I'm the party healer, yeah they all use me as a Fleshlight, no none of them ever ask permission and yes I am the prettiest prince in town any more questio- h....hay I'm talking to someone he-eeEereeahhh
hi everyone could anyone help me find a 911 fanfic where buck leaves the 118 and comes back a few years later with twins and his husband was a cop but was killed in action out in Washington and he lives next door to his in laws
Jesper often has to remind Wylan his goggles are on his head, or pulls them off and kisses him in greeting when he gets home. He’ll find Wylan has composed music or written equations on paper if he leaves it lying around their room (Kaz has since stopped giving Jesper any kind of paper to do with jobs).
Wylan will find Jesper has left things in odd places, or needs help finding things he’s misplaced. Wylan has actively watched Jesper stow bullets in a vase instead of the cupboard, or his socks in his pistol holster. They find his hats all over the place. In other people’s rooms, in the kitchen cupboard, on the stair bannister. Most of the time, if he catches it, Wylan will put the item where it actually goes. About the only thing Jesper doesn’t misplace are his pistols.
They’re both absolutely shit at keeping track of time, especially when they’re completely absorbed in whatever it is they’re doing.
Merlin: So, how are we doing this?
Arthur: You come to our house for the weekend
Morgana: introduce yourself as my boyfriend
Gwen: then we all have dinner with Uther
Morgana: who will insist that you spend the nights in Arthur’s bedroom so you wouldn’t have a chance to do ‘naughty stuff’ with me
Arthur: not realising that you are actually my boyfriend and we can do ‘naughty stuff’
Merlin: that actually works?
Gwen: Oh, for sure. He thinks that I’m dating Arthur for two years now
Morgana: and always makes us girls share a room, not realising that we are actually together.
Merlin: That’s twisted on so many levels.
Arthur: So, what do you say?
Merlin: To go behind the back of a homophobe asshole and screw his son in his own house? Absolutely.
On my knees for shadow Reggie🧎♀️
From the fic ‘Only the brave’ by @solmussa on ao3! Who’s surprised at this point lmao this is my whole personality now, I don’t know how to be normal about it
‼️bloody version under the cut👇