#ena writing

[threedaycharter]

getting silly up in here

S.Q thinks that is where he and Martina truly became friends, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder in the woods, avoiding an uncomfortable group event that would’ve required a weird amount of smiling and an awkward amount of dancing or yoga or some other supposedly calming activity. He thinks at this moment he begins to know Martina more than he could ever hope to know his father, and then he wonders when he decided he might just be okay with that.

[threedaycharter]

back on the grind... take a somewhat deleted line

[threedaycharter]

my greatest apologies that it has been exactly 142 days since i have last updated, BUT GOOD NEWS. the doc has been opened once more.... silly-ing it up in here i am i am

[threedaycharter]

i love writing

[threedaycharter]

anytime i come to post anything it literally just ends up being fic snippets where the fic may never actually see the light of day (be posted on ao3)

“If you don't get it, we’re about to absolutely demolish this cake.” Peter says, unnecessarily sage. “Word.”