#jackrabbitlovesong

updated thanks to @dekus-gonna-wreck-you! this ought to be we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92128 words), first in an on-going series of the same name!

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Well I did promise to conclude my big stories like Mockingbird and Just Leave Me. It's taking me a while but I will be finishing them. I just lost a lot of inspiration due to lack of interest and interaction.

Like I said tho, I am going to be making a few changes in my life and hopefully that will lead me to better places. Then I will have the motivation to finish them. If all goes well.

thank you!

and oooh yeah, i’ve thought a lot about how it would have gone without the clusterfuck of everything. 

it would have taken some convincing but prompto would have met iggy at a neutral location. would have been stilted and awkward but it would have been a MUCH better start for all of them. propmto would have been invited (with much precautions taken by the Lucians) to meet his other soulmates, and they still would have fumbled and been awkward since it’s prompto (not that the other three are any better mind you), but it would have been much more equal ground

like they absolutely could arrest prompto and throw him in prison, and prompto knwos that, but they don’t chase him or restrain him. he’s treated more like a very dangerous guest from the get go

I currently only do fic requests in the like ~two days after I’ve reblogged a request meme, sorry! But I do kind of have some fic on that subject: a short one here has the second scene set in the aftermath, and in Work Song it takes a while for Johnny to learn what’s going on with Peter, but:

“I’m just so scared he’s still in my head,” Peter admitted, his voice breaking. Johnny shushed him, pushing his hair back from his forehead, his fingers warm against Peter’s scalp.

“You’re okay, hey,” Johnny said, leaning up to press his forehead against Peter’s. “Shh. I’ve got you. He’s not here. It’s just you, Pete.”

“But if it’s not?” he said, hating how small his voice was. Johnny made a broken sound, pushing even closer, his nose bumping into Peter’s. He cradled the back of his head with one warm palm.

“Then we’ll fix it,” Johnny said. “But I know you, Peter. It’s just you in there. Stupid, impossible you.” He squeezed the back of his neck. “Hey, I love this mind. Would I let anything happen to it?”

Abbie my love the fact you said the fall lights up my life

I LOVE THE FALL SO!!!!!!! MUCH!!!!!!!!!!

i mean it’s just drop dead fucking gorgeous in every single frame, and my GOD the way it worships on every level at the temple of storytelling

it’s a magnificent, sumptuously beautiful tale of the power of story, the purpose of story, the ways it connects us and reveals us and heals us, and sometimes saves us

i can wax poetic for paragraphs about this movie and very much have at other times

i’m willing to hook people with “heeyyyyyyy LEE PACE LOOKIN HOT” and lead them to tumble joyously with me off the cliff of emotional narrative catharsis

I’M CLEARLY A TERRIBLE PERSON

The drama is Goblin: The Great and Lonely God, and it’s GORGEOUS and delightful but will also crush your heart in its merciless fist and you’ll say thank you

I . . . I don't know how you could have come to that . . . conclus . . .