Serial Fic Hoarder

shane is living out some pretty universal fantasies (the stripper does love me, the badboy has a soft spot for me, oh no this attractive man is cornering me into living out my sexual fantasies etc) but ngl ilya is living out some odd shit that i think is pretty specific to him

everytime i reread tfc im like Damn andrew wanted that cookie bad. touching neil's lower back on his way to the bus after threatening riko...whore.

*explodes into a shower of gore and when the red mist clears i'm completely fine but wearing a different outfit*

she's platonic about it but in my opinion, stratt 100% treats grace as her dead wife. she keeps a tacky fox trinket in her coat pocket. there's a framed photo of him in her study . he's grinning goofily in it (bc he's a dork). new guy like: is that her husband? / no, dumbass, it's dr. ryland grace, 1/3 of the hail mary mission. / oh, fuck. were they... ? / yeah, it's unclear. black-and-white montages of grace messing around in high-level meetings play every time stratt contemplates committing more environmental crimes. she looks up at the night sky and vaguely wonders if he's enjoying his space ramen. that's her dead wife. she killed him.

the trolley problem except the guy tied to one set of tracks is your friend and someone you trust and one of the few people in the world that you genuinely like and he's begging for his life and he's saying that you're murdering him and he's screaming and clawing and running like a wild animal. on the other set of tracks is every living thing on the planet. its a no brainer, obviously. but he will still scream. this happened to my good friend eva stratt

i love clicking on somebody’s ao3 profile and seeing the most nonsensical collection of fandoms. like yess let's live a thousand lifetimes