and no, this isn’t me saying “write that messed up, disgusting thing” because while, yes, write it if it’s what you want (I myself enjoy writing dark fics, something I believe would be considered “vile” to a lot of people), this is me saying in a world of censorship and capitalism, ao3 really is a treasure.

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

(Loud noise warning at the end of the video)

Bonus:

Individual frames under the cut:

Like, the Bitchmas rant? Have y'all seen the uncensored version? Bro was feeling bitchy, and pissy, and not very G-rated

SvS Redux, a bit more casual "it is a pity to admit he couldve done more then just sitting at that wedding feeling sh-" "Quit reviewing!" "Kay" and he sounds so disappointed about it. Like "oh what so Thomas can open the video with an F-bomb but I can't say sh-tty?"

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

"Open Arms" - An Epic: The Musical song cover 📱

The apartment smelled like vanilla and cinnamon by the time Virgil realized he could no longer feel his feet. But that was just the baseline, wasn't it? Patton needed a bake-sale savior, Logan needed an art gallery companion, Roman needed an audience—and Virgil was always, without fail, the fluid that filled the cracks to keep their world from collapsing. He made showing up look like an instinct rather than a choice. But lines blur when you're running on four hours of sleep and shots of espresso, and eventually, the engine has to seize.