It's always good to look through old photos of you and the cookies you care about!

Even if they're not the same cookie they used to be.

Aw last I checked it was 68 and I was so excited to do a follower announcement at 69 😔😔😔

Alas we are past that. My juvenile humor has been foiled.

If anyone would be so kind, I could really use a beta reader. I have published fanfiction exactly never times before and I'm not a native speaker, so another pair of eyes would be very much appreciated. The fic is post S2 Michael's POV groundhog day AU with a temporary character death in the time loop (yeah, you guessed it, Alex's), so basically it's just Michael going feral in various distressing ways and while it may sound like it has a plot with some kind of action even, I assure you, it's all Emotions Without Plot. Here's six sentences so you can imagine what to expect and more info below the cut if you're interested.

‘But the slime sample reacted differently today when presented with human cells – namely, mine and Rosa’s and that’s promising!’ as Kyle continued, Michael wondered idly if the presentation of human cells occurred in the form of Rosa sticking her finger in the alien goo. ‘It actually let the cells through – to a point, but we hope the actual wall structure of the antipodes might allow a human to, well, manipulate it or break through.’

‘We haven’t come any closer yet' Alex nodded towards where the antipodes loomed cold and oozing, a few yards from the group. ‘But we don’t have much time; most likely less than an hour.’ Alex ran his hand through his hair, the soft strands were recently trimmed back to regulation length but still the prettiest anyone’s hair had the right to be and Michael’s hands ached to touch it. He clenched his left hand, it was second nature to expect the pain.