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[gregorygerwitz]

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[hylianane]

functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

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REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

[glitchinginthegarden]

rent lowering gunshots:

proshipper used to be "ship and let ship" until the purity bullshitters got their grubby little hands in there and decided it meant you automatically support incest or something

and reminder: it's all fictional

thought crimes aren't real

characters aren't real people, they're writing tools

bitch, i'm tired

[sycamorality]

writing a canon divergent fix-it fic while also shaking my head to show that i actually really like the canon's tragic narrative and am not trying to say i think it would be better if canon was like this

[midnightportals]

[gregorygerwitz]

I'm listening to a book while I wait for Kit to get off work and I hate this straight man more and more with every sentence

[questions-about-blorbos]

Which of these is more dangerous?

My Blorbo when they have nothing to lose

My Blorbo when they have someone to protect

Voting ended onJun 21

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[ghostcaterwaul]

Reblog to gain creative energy and to give more creative energy to the person you reblogged this from.

[gregorygerwitz]

The Rich Kids AU

Leopold Radcliffe and Daisy Johnson have been friends practically since birth. Between afternoons running around their fathers’ lab and weekend playdates, it was inevitable. As they got older, their friendship only strengthened, especially when Johnson-Radcliffe became a household name and cameras started popping up any time they went out to lunch or coffee. Getting pictures of the heir and heiress of the biggest scientific research organization in the state probably stated paying better once they hit legal age, too.

They got used to it, along with the regular events they were expected to attend. Those meant ties, and high heels, and fancy foods and fancier people. They meant being on their best behavior, even when they wanted nothing more to find a room to hide out and relax in. At least, that was how they started…

When a new project came across the desks and Johnson-Radcliffe needed donors to get it any further, the events transitioned from being a way to show off what they’d already accomplished and into fundraising opportunities. The changes in the guest list that came with the altered reason for hosting just meant that their kids had a few new faces to acquaint themselves with, too.

Grant Ward, the son of one politician and the brother of another. It’s when his family is invited to a fundraising event that it’s made clear to him that he is still a Ward, even if he only saw certain members of his family on special occasions. He expected the evening to be just as boring as all of the other functions he was required to attend for the sake of family appearance, but shortly after the champagne is poured, he meets two forces of chaos who are more than happy to show him the best places to hide from any watchful, parental eyes.

Jemma Simmons is the science inclined heiress to an oil tycoon, and while the invitations to plenty of fundraisers have come along, her father isn’t interested in attending. The only thing science is trying to do anymore is put him out of business. But, when she gets an entry level position at Johnson-Radcliffe labs after finishing her degree, she doesn’t have to go through her father to see the grand parties or the lab equipment she’d been dreaming of working with. And, if those connections come with a few more friends, too, then she really can’t complain…

[gregorygerwitz]

I'm not built for league expansion...

[gregorygerwitz]

i know other people love that character but they’re loving him wrong

[gregorygerwitz]

the time it takes to bloom (1/15)

For Katie, there are three distinct periods in her life - before-, during-, and after-Sean. It just so happened that the before- and after- periods also included Bill Goodman.

a fic inspired by Maisie Peters' Florescence

There were three times in life when Katie had felt completely and totally out of place, struggling to start over in a place where no one actually knew her. They were opportunities to reinvent herself, if she looked at them with an optimist's lens, and that was how she'd chosen to look at it, every single time. The previous version of her was never something she particularly liked, for different reasons during each move.

In moving from one small town to another, she thought there would be no risk. She'd met Sean during a weekend trip to Chicago, the tickets to a hockey game and a touring musical a birthday gift to herself using tips and meager paychecks she'd been collecting since college graduation. He'd been so kind, helping her get back to her seat when she got lost on a bathroom run during an intermission. They'd exchanged numbers, so she could text him.

Just in case you get lost again.

The words had been said with a wink and a smile, harmless and helpful, and she'd texted him the very next day. She'd had time to kill before the show, and having a local show her the best coffee shops and a hole in the wall bookstore was the best way she could think to do it. After that weekend, they'd kept in touch, and while the distance wasn't ideal, and it made her think about the high school boyfriend who had decided it would be better to break things off before they went away to school. As if Michigan wasn't so much closer than Chicago, and still in her same timezone. But Sean was at least trying, and it was a relief to feel like she wasn't the only one committed to something.

[ read the rest on ao3 ]

[gregorygerwitz]

I have the TayStory countdown on the TV while cleaning the house so not need me unless it’s about this

[janmisali]

pick whatever option the person you're following who reblogged this post didn't pick. if they didn't say in the tags what they picked or if you're seeing the original post and not a reblog, pick at random instead.

first option

second option

Voting ended onJun 7

[gregorygerwitz]

the time it takes to bloom (1/15)

For Katie, there are three distinct periods in her life - before-, during-, and after-Sean. It just so happened that the before- and after- periods also included Bill Goodman.

a fic inspired by Maisie Peters' Florescence

There were three times in life when Katie had felt completely and totally out of place, struggling to start over in a place where no one actually knew her. They were opportunities to reinvent herself, if she looked at them with an optimist's lens, and that was how she'd chosen to look at it, every single time. The previous version of her was never something she particularly liked, for different reasons during each move.

In moving from one small town to another, she thought there would be no risk. She'd met Sean during a weekend trip to Chicago, the tickets to a hockey game and a touring musical a birthday gift to herself using tips and meager paychecks she'd been collecting since college graduation. He'd been so kind, helping her get back to her seat when she got lost on a bathroom run during an intermission. They'd exchanged numbers, so she could text him.

Just in case you get lost again.

The words had been said with a wink and a smile, harmless and helpful, and she'd texted him the very next day. She'd had time to kill before the show, and having a local show her the best coffee shops and a hole in the wall bookstore was the best way she could think to do it. After that weekend, they'd kept in touch, and while the distance wasn't ideal, and it made her think about the high school boyfriend who had decided it would be better to break things off before they went away to school. As if Michigan wasn't so much closer than Chicago, and still in her same timezone. But Sean was at least trying, and it was a relief to feel like she wasn't the only one committed to something.

[ read the rest on ao3 ]

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