Think whatever you want about Pillion but getting railed by your nordic sex god dom in the middle of the English countryside on a warm spring day on your birthday must be the closest a human being can get to Heaven, I'm just saying

yes this is an exploration of guilt and culpability but it could also be a sex thing if you just give me a minute

I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

I hope they’re having a nice life

we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day

Reblog if that unfinished fic haunts you to this day

Only one chapter left for my long fic which will happen before Dune Messiah….. hopefully 🙃

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

reading other comments on the fic you’ve just commented on is like. asynchronous book club meeting 🫶

there's something so good about a character who hasn't had enough comfort and warmth in their life and now has weird complicated kinda sexual feelings about being treated with actual basic respect and dignity and they feel like an awful gross pervert for it. i like those wires getting crossed