"are You Okay" Girl I Am On Ao3 Looking For Fanfiction From My Comfort Ship When I Was 12 What Do You

no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder

grug hate two factor authentication. first grug have to remember password. then grug have to point out which cave painting has birds. now they want grug to hunt and gather new thing called numbers. grug won’t do it grug miss the bird paintings grug was getting pretty good at birds.

hammer and nail

eddie thinks steve is the hammer, he is the nail. he’s smaller and pathetic and a sniveling virgin loser who’d happily let steve beat him to hell just to feel his hands on him.

vs steve who thinks eddie is the hammer and his heart is the nail. he’s through with ‘casual’, his life was oversaturated with it and it’s not him. never has been. he’s tired of hiding his feelings. he can’t offer it. all he’s got is complete devotion. he’s done. eddie is it for him.

just eddie scared of steve physically but still willing to endure the pain anyway and steve being terrified of eddie emotionally but still willing to endure that pain anyway.

but yknow it’s fine, they eventually talk it out and all that angst is sinking sand through the grate in the floor. a cold wash of relief follows and sweeps all remaining doubt right down with it. they are in lourve.

Yesterday

predictions for next week's daredevil: foggy nelson twirls around in a flowy white dress on a blurry camera like the dead wife in an indie movie. we are heading in this direction i can feel it

need more eddie being a dealer content in my life. gimme eddie rolling all of steve’s joints for him. i need eddie who can eyeball an eighth easy peasy. eddie who only does house calls for people he just wants to hang out with.

*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

Unus Annus Day 322: but out of context

so many times the angst in hurt/comfort is not actually comforted! someone will just be on some fuck shit and then it’s whatever and they’re together now! like where’s the apology? where is the time taken to build trust? where is the remorse? getting together?? more like taking a hostage.

happy pride fuck the police

happy pride fuck the police