I have gone from being the “best sister ever” and the “worst person in the whole wide world” like six times today and let me tell you it is exhausting to be this criminally manipulative
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Young Dorothy has been taking up an excessive amount of my thoughts for the past week or so, when something clicked the other day, and this happened.
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Chronic fatigue syndrome. It makes sense to Dorothy the moment she hears it, and everything clicks into place. It feels like an inevitable consequence of the weariness that has been hollowing out her bones all her life; a life spent constantly drained, always fighting on the brink of collapse. It's as if now that her mind has finally settled, her body is making up for lost time.
(Dorothy has been tired all her life. CFS is a different beast entirely, but it brings back memories)
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I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT GIGI AND BIG DADDY
OK SO….
This is a universe to catch all the feelings I have for this man in the mid to late 70’s. It’s gonna be my least impressive, least dramatic, very plotless, indulgently meandering and self soothing fic that fixes all things through *love* -it’s gonna be so fluffy we might as well cure cancer and invent time travel while we are at it
I just think maybe a lotta love making and monopoly games and gun shooting and babies laying on his sweaty chest would have bumped down his blood pressure and cured him a bit, ok? Like, that’s the fluffy dumpster fire premise this fic has been built upon. And I’m not apologizing.
I cannot believe that with all my love and proselytizing of Big Daddy fame on this site I have only written two pieces for him. Both of which are tonally similar to what this universe will be. They’ll get folded in.
So, have at it and suggest below everything you ever wanted to see Elvis have and do and be from the year ‘77 and on!
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Hate being reminded MotoGP riders are men (- ana. love u ana) cause Rory Skinner is attempting to make friends to go mountain biking with via his Instagram and i was like :) Rory don't do that you will probably get murdered but he's a MAN so he'll be fine
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They do vulnerability with Mac so well, and in such careful doses. The soft reverence in the way she says, “They had tons of clothes” breaks my heart. So does the confidence in her mispronounciation of “chic”—a beautiful little reference to comic!Mac being a reader, often above her grade level, but feeling like she has to hide it. This kid has so many layers, and she wants so badly to keep anyone from seeing that, because in her world, every layer offers a new chance for someone to slice in deep. Prioritize tough. Prioritize cajones. Don’t let them see you’re smarter than they expect. Don’t let them see you wish you had more than your brother’s hand-me-downs. Don’t let them see you’re dreaming of getting out in a thousand tiny little ways. Let them remember only the brash outer surface, the one that can’t hurt when they don’t like it, because it isn’t really you.
Contrast this with the desperation in her voice when she thinks it’s all going to be erased. The panicked apologies. The hitch in her smile: “Let’s be honest—you couldn’t [forget me], even if you tried, right?” She knows there’s only so much road out ahead of her; she’s seen the stone in the ground. And she’s begging them—with that smile, always play-acting, just a little—to tell her again she’s more than just a tough little shit-starter. To tell her she’s worth remembering. That they will, even if she can’t stay. If I’m going, that moment says, I want it to be when you three can see who I actually am. I want friends. I want to be remembered. I want to matter. It’s all built to with such careful detail work over the season, and I am desperate to see more of it in the future.
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I'm very asexual but there's something about ichi that makes me want him carnally
starting to notice a lot of people want ichi carnally
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“is your mom home? can i ask permission to use my motorcycle instead of your bike when i take you home?”
“good luck with that. it’s like asking my mom permission to kill me. also…”
“…that’s very generous of you. you don’t need to do all this just bc i help you with your studies. i’m happy to help out a friend.”
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"what table are you sitting at with the south park kids" well obviously the foreign kids because theres no way my fresh from the philippines ass is gonna be allowed to have a social life
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