stranger tweets part 14
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Yes your blorbo is tortured and pathetic and slutty and pretty and suffers more than jesus and all that but never forget that your blorbo is, first and foremost, a loser.
Wayne Munson is Mother, pass it on.
me, logging into ao3 5 minutes before bedtime: WAITER! bring me your finest enemies to lovers!
ao3 tag search function: excellent choice, sir! how would you like it cooked?
me: explicit. with a side of hurt/comfort
ao3: lovely! and may i suggest a drizzle of mutual pining?
me: of course, and can you add a spritz of angst? make it a 100k slowburn for good measure
ao3: coming right up, sir
me: thank you. oh, and waiter?
ao3: yes, sir?
me: make it gay
happy birthday to my fav: Asshole, The Hater
"this is my best friend"
romance is alive and well 🐝
i have used ao3 for a long time but just recently made an acc cause im dumb and since beign on tumblr (im very new here like very) i've read about how important it is for authors to recieve comments so im trying to comment more and each time an author responds to me im giggling and kicking my feet in the air like a 12yo girl
fake idgafer i saw you caring a lot about certain fictional character
She just needed a girlnap (Napping in Eddie's arms)
You want them to be so fluffy it's disgusting, I want them so disgusting it's fluffy, we're not the same.