flippyspoon:

if there’s an afterlife i hope i get to find out which otherkin blogs were genuine and which were put-ons.

cause i damn sure can’t figure it out now.

I think if you go to a heaven-equivalent, you find out they were all satirical. If you go to a hell-equivalent you learn they were all genuine and you have to listen to multiple lectures on otherkin oppression.

lizzy384:

flippyspoon:

I wonder how much I could bribe alittlewhos-this to finish that fic where
Thomas and Jimmy run into the Duke in London.

I WANT THAT THING

Yes! I will contribute to that bribe! I was that thing too!!!

I have a feeling if I do continue that, it may veer in the direction you won’t like, though I was contemplating finishing it with a sort of undone ending.

Bribery, though, hmm. Massively tempting.

lyledebeast:

causeimdifferent:

bedwyrssong:

Now this is how I like my Tom Cullen.
Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.

Fuck. Me.
Why has no one shipped Thomas & Anthony Gillingham before?!
Crowbarrow Kiss 0.2 (so to speak)
ANTHOMAS!

That would be a lot of black hair.

I feel like Thomas/Gillingham would either go incredibly well, Anthony apparently a massively devoted romantic…
or, he’d make Thomas wear a wig and take him from behind, weeping, mumbling “Mary” over and over. Which is enough to put anyone off, no matter how hard up.

lyledebeast:

causeimdifferent:

bedwyrssong:

Now this is how I like my Tom Cullen.

Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.

Fuck. Me.

Why has no one shipped Thomas & Anthony Gillingham before?!

Crowbarrow Kiss 0.2 (so to speak)

ANTHOMAS!

That would be a lot of black hair.

I feel like Thomas/Gillingham would either go incredibly well, Anthony apparently a massively devoted romantic…

or, he’d make Thomas wear a wig and take him from behind, weeping, mumbling “Mary” over and over. Which is enough to put anyone off, no matter how hard up.

Crowbarrow } After You've Gone, Ch. 1

Wordcount: 1861
Warning: Vaguest mentions of fucking.
Notes: Eventually this will hit canon, but this isn’t when. If you’re as yet unfamiliar with my writing, do read Some Of These Days before this.

Though the sky was prickled with stars, Selene seemed a great exhalation against the shallow breaths of light and he would often open the curtains to the dark to invite her in. By a twining of her and the candlelight, he was granted his own exhalation, found in the curving pen strokes of a lover’s words.

Anonymous asked:

Bless. You ARE nuts- in the best way possible. This fic will be awesome

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I was feeling rather discouraged, so I’m glad some stranger holds out hope. This is especially exciting as I actually don’t know who wrote this one! I do hope the fic lives up to expectation.

flippyspoon:

alittlewhos-this:

"I’m not going to bed until I finish this chapter!"

Cut to me writing an entirely new ficlet, listening to a podcast, holding discourse, learning to speak Portuguese, mastering the art of parkour, scaling a mountain.

"It’s 4AM, why I am awake!?" 

Ooh what podcast?

I’m going through the backlogs of We Hate Movies.