It's talk like a pirate day, which means it would have been a great day to publish a pirate AU.
Unfortunately, I do not have one atm. 🤔💭
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It's talk like a pirate day, which means it would have been a great day to publish a pirate AU.
Unfortunately, I do not have one atm. 🤔💭
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Francis Crozier/Edward Little, Thomas Jopson/Edward Little Characters: Edward Little (1811-c.1848), Thomas Jopson, Francis Crozier, (haunting the narrative but not actually there) Additional Tags: Gunplay, Object Insertion, Gun Insertion, Improper Use of Firearms, Suicidal Thoughts, Canon Era, Trans Thomas Jopson Summary:
Left alone with Captain Crozier's gun and an entire ship to command on his own, Edward Little can't shake the thought he'd be better off dead... until he realizes he has Crozier's gun and there are better ways to alleviate his yearning and suffering than by dying. OR Edward shoves Crozier's gun up his ass at an attempt to get closer to his captain without actually fucking him and gets interrupted by Certain Individuals (Jopson) in the process.
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Figured I’d share this toxic joplittle fic that I wrote back in December since my Joplittle post is making some rounds! Mind the tags.
so crazy im heading into sixth form literally tomorrow im not gonna lie
Just finished Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective, chapter 2! Thoughts and opinions:
I am Loving these hitmen. Nearsighted Jeego, One Step Ahead Tengo, I hope there’s more, I hope they all come back….though I also kinda hope it doesn’t become a problem for me. Oh, Capcom game dogs named Missile, my beloved. Very endearing dog. <3 I’m not usually automatically endeared to animals so it’s saying something.
wdym that purple haired lil girl isn’t Lynne’s sister??? WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE????? They DO seem to have a sisterly dynamic, like we meet Lynne and think she’s the hapless, funny klutz one and then we meet Kamila, and Lynne calls her up already sick of her nonsense. That’s sisterly love. I know this, I am the himbo, comedic older sister. I like them both sm.
omg detectives detecting detectives
GANT ACE ATTORNEY??? TWINKED UP ON A TUESDAY NIGHT????
omg detectives detecting detectives detecting detectives
and they were detectives
very endeared to everyone rn. Green suit and blue suit detectives, my beloved. Weird prissy family with unknown drama, my beloved. Lynne and Kamila and Missile, my beloved. SISSEL MY BELOVED we got his name. I love how his corpse is just labeled “Sissel”. Like yeah, nothing unusual here. He’s got so much swag, so much rizz, he’s also so stupid, I wanna be him, peak male form.
came back haunted
Mrs Martine did you put a piece of Leverage fanfic in your Hugo-award-winning sci-fi series??
lynchpin ch 9 progress report: 8k
LOL here’s a snippet from this fic I’m writing
“That was very reckless, Mello. You should’ve waited for backup.”
“I don’t need your help, Near,” he huffs into his mic. He wrestles a man to the ground, muttering all the while, “And you know what? You know what you should do with that advice of yours?”
“I should shove it up my a—”
“—you should shove it up your— Goddammit.”
“Mello should come up with more creative insults.”
“Mello is trying not to get himself killed.”
“You would not be having this problem if you had called for backup like I said you should.” And it was especially frustrating, the way that Mello could picture exactly how Near was fighting to keep from laughing out loud by the tone of his voice alone. Distracting. Fucking Near.
A tiny voice at the back of his head —one that sounded suspiciously like Matt— lets out a derisive snicker. Whipped! Completely, totally whipped! Haha!
Mello narrowly dodges a bullet. “I really don’t need this right now.”
“Need what?” comes Near’s voice, crackling over the headset.
“Fuck off.”