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[tonystarkstan]

my music nerd ass is going nuts

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

What do you think about that one AU someone's been doing of Levi as a tribal person or something? All I can think about is Levi and his clean freak ass

Oh!! I think it’s my friend’s AU!!

Tbh I love all AUs, especially ones that bring in a lot of cultural aspects of the person writing it?? It really sheds light on and brings into the world another side of fanfiction that can educate in a way? And challenge norms? So I love them!!!!

I also think there’s uh...oasis (?) out in the deserts right? Levi can be clean freak and bathe 3 times a day 🤣

[reprehensiblewombat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hey, remember this from last year? I sure don’t. (I actually found a few pieces I wrote for NaNo Training that never got posted. Blech.) 

I’m gonna delete it.

I’ve gotten copies of everything all nice and organzied in my drive, and I’ll probably repost some of these (the finished ones) either as their own story or under plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose depending on how I feel.

If there’s one you really want me to put back up, be sure to tell me! (Especially if it was more than a one-shot!) If there is a a prompt you know you sent me, but it doesn’t have your name on it, be sure to tell me! (I know I lost a couple.)

[venasven]

Prompt #1 - Fingertips

[It’s late but I’m posting it and counting it towards day 1 XD anyway friendly reminded that this is raw and unedited (excluding all the grammar and spelling checks I do) so yeah this is really short but it’s at least something and it got my point across you know? Enjoy~]

Was it really that hard to sit still? I see other people do it all the time. Why do I seem to have such a problem with it? I don’t even notice until I feel her eyes on me. I’m sure if she had known she would have picked a different bus seat. I mean I guess it’s bothersome to see constant movement out of the corner of your eye. Or maybe...no. I guess I’m not sure.

The air turns thick so I glance to my left. Her eyes are on my hands. Again. 

Please stop looking. 

I look down but try not to be obvious about it. My hands were moving again. Twitching and pulling at each other. Writhing and wringing. Why can’t they just be still? I clasp them in my lap and start over. Don’t move. Stay still. Breathe. She turns her attention elsewhere and I relax. The greenery outside the window passes by as the bus inches closer to my stop. How many more stops? Three I think. I lost count when she started staring. I wish the bus wasn’t full. Maybe then she’d move and I wouldn’t have to deal with those eyes that I can feel turning their attention down and towards my hands...

The bus stops and she gets off. I’m relieved and slouch in my seat once more. At least for today I’ve won.