scar

i write sometimes

[sc4rleteyez]

[sc4rleteyez]

running close to the wind julian cured my fleabag hot-priest-inflicted depression

[steampunkcorgi]

Tales from the Gas Station

[clockworkreapers]

speaking of that hypothetical jean jacket for Jerry- The idea of him owning one and just decking it out in patched feels like something he might do- like he feels like a patches guy. Likely all stolen and with some stuff sewn behind them. Thought it would be fun to add references to places that could exist or might be in the same universe as TFTGS.... who knows, maybe he got them on the road....

[spiritnotthehorse]

Need a hole in the ground? Call Jack, he can dig.

[almost-emerald-eyes]

I think that my favorite fanfic of all time may just be Rebel Rebel by basicbathsheba on AO3.

I'm not even that big of a member of the simon snow fandom, but this fic kind of changed my life.

Rebel Rebel's version Baz is my favorite version of him ever, and to me he's one of the most comforting characters I've ever read. I read this fic almost two years ago when I felt like everything was falling apart (though looking back, it was really just teenage angst) and again a year and half ago when I was realizing that I had fallen in love with my best friend. This latest reread is because I'm feeling burnt out and scared of change, and I honestly feel so much better after this reread.

the SOUNDTRACK of this fic is my other favorite aspect -- I can hear the scenes and I've fallen in love with so much wonderful music because of this story. I, like Baz, am pretentious about my music taste.

basicbathsheba isn't very active in the fandom anymore but her fics mean so SO much to me and now I'm just being really sentimental because I've reread Rebel Rebel again.

Anyway, sorry for this uncharacteristically long post. I just. this is my one of my favorite things ever written and it's funny because it's... fanfic of the author's fanfic of her own fake fanfic. wahoo!

[liusia-piu]

[dogboystmichael]

Some sleepy moocifer cuddles for the soul

[codename-adler]

Kevin WAS at the club. He IS the club. The men and the women and the thems fall at his feet wherever he struts. He’s playin’, he’s teasin’, he doesn’t mean a fucking thing. Alejandro, RIP Love, Te Amo, he’s working it one song after the other. He’s got that smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, those hands that never replay grab anything, the hips that sway away and away. Cuz at the end of the night, it’s to Andrew that he comes back. It’s to Neil that he comes back. It’s not his fault he’s a goddamn Aphrodite on the dance floor, and off too. Moths can’t help their attraction to the flame. Neil and Andrew don’t mind. Because they got him. No one else does. And Kevin’s got them. If anything, watching him in the club is a gift. An unforgettable promise. And a fucking treat.

[vronoch]

angel of love, angel of michael

[bb-8]

thank you for TSC @korakos, we are eternally grateful

[sc4rleteyez]

i need a rocky-horror-esque book recommendation

[crystallakec]

Poet, I beg you by that God whom you did not know…

[swagvo1d]

small artists

[bimtimtom]

Lil comic

[estrixart]

Good Omens × Fleabag au!

[lookitsstevie]

Are we sure that he's a Total Stranger to the magician or Familiar with Using Firearms 🤔