moment of appreciation for the best thing @soda-shark has ever said because it just popped back into my head
“what does the CDC recommend i do with all this ASS?”
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jaytim dog fic my beloved woof woof
any mention of that fic has me going back and staring at the summary with the same intensity that my cats use while eyeing their bag of treats xD i know i tell you all the time how much i love it but man it feels like an understatement considering you hit so many of my faves with it
:DDD ehehehe I'm always so thrilled to hear it though! I'm forever staring at sit, stay, speak and smh because how the fuck did my silly crackfic grow legs and sprint away from me like it did?? It was supposed to be a pretty short and silly thing I worked on while despairing over other WIPs, and instead it became...what it is lmao. 20k of egregious dramatic irony, introspection and dog shenanigans + 2k of self-indulgent smut, and somehow the longest thing I've written to date skdjfnksl
werewolf fic might outstrip it tho🐺
Eventually, Tim scrapes himself off the catwalk of the abandoned warehouse. It takes him longer than he’d like to admit.
Stephanie doesn’t comment on how long he’d been missing his comm, except to make a terrible Big Bad Wolf joke.
“Get lost on your way to granny’s house, Red? I hope you didn’t talk to any strangers.”
Tim scowls, grateful that his cowl hides the reddening tips of his ears. “The Little Red Riding Hood jokes stopped being funny about five minutes after they started.”
“No, they’ve always been funny, you’re just too close to the situation.”
His brain assaults him with helpful flashbacks to half an hour ago, demonstrating in technicolor surround-sound just how close to the situation he’s become, and he stifles a hysterical laugh. He ends up sounding a little strangled, and tries to pass it off as irritation. “I am not.”
Thankfully, she doesn’t bother looking at him, occupied with a small assortment of phones on the desk in front of her. “You’re just mad because it means being associated with Red Hood— which, I mean, come on, it’s right there. He did it on purpose, right? There’s no way he didn’t do it on purpose. He wants us to make these jokes.”
He settles easily into the old argument. “First of all, it doesn’t even make sense. How is he the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood at the same time? Second, it’s too easy. Low hanging fruit.”
“‘First of all,’” she says, her voice dipped low and mocking in a shitty imitation of him, “it’s versatile. He could fill either role depending on the situation. You’re the one wearing red and getting chased when you go out all the time, have you tried not being a walking stereotype, maybe? Not to victim-blame here, but it’s like you want to be eaten by the Big Bad Wolf. And second, you’re just mad you didn’t say it first.”
He’d come up with an intelligent rebuttal to that, but he’s busy short-circuiting over eaten by the Big Bad Wolf.
“You’re just shut up.”
“You know I’m right,” she sing-songs triumphantly. “Now get over here and help me crack these guys’ phones.”
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You're the only big blog I've followed in like a year that's had like a 9/10 banger posts rate v glad I started following
YO 9 OUT OF 10 DENTISTS RECOMMEND ALICE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
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