recently was dragged back into my RvB hyperfixation by my hair so, rough Grimmons doodles <3
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recently was dragged back into my RvB hyperfixation by my hair so, rough Grimmons doodles <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Red vs. Blue Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dexter Grif/Dick Simmons Characters: Dexter Grif, Dick Simmons, Franklin Delano Donut, Lavernius Tucker, Michael J. Caboose Additional Tags: Light Angst, Alternate Universe - College/University, clown to clown communication, They're all morons, Pining, POV Alternating, Recreational Drug Use, the reds and blues are stoners Series: Part 19 of College Is Peak Chaotic Dumbass Time Summary:
Sometimes it's easier, and more fun to analyze the lives of the people around you, and other times you're way too dense to even have a hope of meaningful self reflection. Unfortunately for everyone around them, Grif and Simmons are those dense morons.
So I just wanna give a shoutout, bc every once in a while, I feel the need to read this.
This Wash/Tucker/Locus fic by bizarrebird is just 😍👌 I didn't look to see if the author was on tumblr, (bc I didn't want to embarrass myself gushing bc believe me, I wanted to go into tiny detail about why this story is so fucking good) but if they are, thank you for sharing this. The depth everyone had in this was phenomenal.
But here, read it. 😍
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
me, on a date:Do you ship Grimmons? Them:Heck yeah! Me, pulling breadsticks out of my purse: So when is the wedding, again?
Grif: hey baby are you the sun?
Simmons: cause I'm hot?
Grif: nah because my eyes hurt when I look directly at you