dark luni's aftg sideblog

Sometimes the best fic you’ve ever written isn’t on ao3. It’s in 50 frenetic discord messages sent over a fifteen minute span where you and your friend yes and each other into a perfect story that will never actually be written.

Neil and Kevin matched each others freak so bad. Not even in a shipping way but what do you mean Kevin thinks he’s only just met him and he’s covering his eyes and telling him to ignore everything else, think about what he sees in his future. And then Neil said fucking ‘you’. Like that is an insane question and an even more insane response and they treat it entirely solemnly like this is a perfectly reasonable conversation to be having. They were made for each other.

“op is a morally corrupt pervert” ok 💖 yay +follow

i don't "date" and i don't "chill" and i don't "hang out." i make pacts. i swear oaths. i forge unbreakable bonds. this makes me a cool breezy person to take on road trips et cetera

substance “abuse”? that can’t be right…… every substance I use was cherished

I like to imagine that, partially due to the Hockey Robot stereotyping and partially due to his watertight media training, commentators are constantly going on about "What's going on in Hollander's head? What was Hollander thinking there? Can't help but wonder what the Metros' Captain has on his mind right now." and it's like. Well statistically speaking. Cock.