Detail Thoughts:

aaron minyard being the funniest character in aftg

i love this man

can’t believe america made a whole holiday in honor of the party kavinsky threw at the end of tdt and whatever tf ronan and kanvinsky had going on there

my gallavich obsession is back, so get a sketch of the gays

jeremy saying he's always wanted a dog and comparing jean to a starving dog vs andrew saying he wants nothing and calling neil nothing

also have some of my very real thoughts while reading tgr (no spoilers)

hey since we're in a sharing mood and since I have never learned to shut the fuck up while writing good news and bad news wrt Sunshine: good!!! it is going out to its first beta reader Monday at long last bad!!! TSC is gonna be two books :( (AT MOST. I will chew my wrists open before I stretch it to 3) potentially good!!!part 2: I think this will salvage the second POV, but I won't know until after the betas take a look at it. stay tuned, lovies

never change, neil josten

I can imagine rosekiller announcing their relationship on April Fools and laughing their ass off watching Hogwarts try to figure out if they are actually dating or not.

happened to think about how good friends noah and matthew could've been in trc..

theres so many reasons and parallels

tall, thin, almost skeletal and sharp barty, with sleepy eyes and a smug smile, who walks in the corridors with slightly rounded shoulders and, when he's sitting, he stretches his legs and his feet under the table collide with the shoes of the other death eaters. barty, who laughs at the most inappropriate moments, loud and maniacal, who licks his lips, runs a long, bony finger over the surface of a piece of furniture and collects the dust. his face is more hollow than usual and his hair is disheveled, but his gaze is lively and his movements are fluid, magnetic. barty, who speaks to evan with his chin on his shoulder, exhaling his warm breath, words, laughter, directly onto his neck. barty, curled up in an armchair, with his knees pulled up to his chest, while he scrapes his tongue on the serrated part of his upper teeth, one corner of his mouth slightly lifted up, who wonders how much of his body he can fit into evan's; if, by pressing himself a little, he could ever get under his skin, if there is room for him too, if evan would ever welcome barty inside him like a second soul...