Listening To Phil Collins

Writing isn't the hobby. Being insane about little fake people is the hobby. Writing is just the only outlet i have for that

sad reality of the fanfic-to-published work economy is that the weirdest people are willing to do it. that's why there's now hundreds of shitty no plot cishet hate-to-love enemies-to-lovers books that are ex reylo fanfic. and it's not even good. that's because the people who wrote book-quality steve/bucky and kirk/spock fic are too normal to think to themselves "i should get this porn published". they're too busy working in local government offices

post canon streamer stiles who randomly drops lore about himself and proceeds to never elaborate. like, he'll be in the middle of a stream and casually go 'this feels exactly like that one time my boyfriend's psycho uncle chased me through my school in the middle of the night' and then completely moves on while the chat explodes. derek, stiles' strong armed moderator, is low key having the worst day of his life

tbh if someone just handed me a pressure washer and set me loose in the streets i would go into a trance and just start hosing shit down indiscriminately. it's not a question of how much i could clean, but how long until i get hit by a car and die

Imagine Rafael coming into the office to see a very confused FBI agent, staring into oblivion with a look on his face that’s a mix of horror, shock and utter confusion.

He hesitantly asks the agent what’s wrong and he says, with all the seriousness in the world, “I think Stilinski is a psychopath.”

Rafe tries his hardest not to laugh and ask why the agent thinks that.

“I got a report on a mysterious death and I noticed the last name was Hale. I asked Stilinski ‘Isn’t that your husband’s last name?’ and he goes ‘Yeah, it is’. So I ask him if he knows anyone by the name of Peter Hale, and he said, ‘Yeah, he’s Derek’s uncle. What’s he done now?’” The guy takes a moment to gather himself. “I said that I was sorry to tell him that Peter was dead.”

Rafe bites his lip to stop himself from laughing.

“And Stilinski…” The guy looks terrified. “He laughed. He laughed and said ‘If only’.”

“Right. I’ll talk to Stilinski. In the meantime, I’ll take this case off your hands.”

A moment later, Rafe then finds Stiles in the hallway and sees Stiles angrily hang up the phone.

“Still alive?” Rafe calls out to him, guessing what has him upset.

“He’s still alive!” Stiles says livid, snatching Peter’s case file that Rafe holds out to him as he angrily stomps back to his desk, muttering something about Peter being a pain in the ass.

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

what they don’t tell you about being an artist is that sometimes you will sit down and suddenly know how to draw something that youve never gotten right before