Apr 3, 2025
what if parse and whiskey bonked helmets 😳 and they were both forwards for the aces 😳
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what if parse and whiskey bonked helmets 😳 and they were both forwards for the aces 😳
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Bound: The Dream of Having No Room by rickyisms
This fic has a lot of texting and messaging in various apps so it was fun to give them their own fonts. At least until I realized one of them didn’t print properly and of course I didn’t notice until I was folding signatures so I had to change the font and hope it didn’t affect any pages down the line. It’s a 100k work fic so I really didn’t want to have to reprint the whole thing! (It was fine, in the end.)
Oh look I speckled the edges! It's not as messy as I feared. I also played around with different spine title orientations. Because I am wild and crazy like that.
Highly recommend this fic (and the other 300k words in the series!) but you should definitely listen to the podfic of it, it’s beautifully made. I helped out a bit by doing the cover art, so, yay past sits for doing the hard work for me way back then, as I was able to modify it for the title page.
When your rairpair is so rare that your ship is basically three kayaks trying to cross the Atlantic, but fuck it you’re committed, so paddle onwards!
[image: Shitty in his cut-off American flag denim vest with his arms stretched out, declaring “The day has arrived! The podfics are revealed!”]
Podfic Please Reveals Day!!!
We are so excited to announce that we have 25 brand spanking new Check Please podfics in our collection, for your listening pleasure!
Creators! Don’t forget to change your post publication date to today!
If you’ve created a podfic for this fest or want to recommend a podfic from this fest, create a Tumblr post, tag us, and we’ll reblog it!
Some more stats comin atcha! We’ve got…
1 Polyfrogs pod totalling 40 minutes
1 Patater pod totalling 2 hours, 10 minutes
2 BittyParse pods totalling 2 hours, 15 minutes
2 Whiskent pods totalling 11 hours, 47 minutes
3 Gen (no ship or pre-ship) pods totalling 1 hour, 16 minutes
4 NurseyDex pods totalling 4 hours, 24 minutes
12 Zimbits pods totalling 7 hours
For a grand total of 29 hours and 39 minutes of listening! 😱❤️🤯🎉😃🎧
Thank you so much to everyone who participated and hyped this fest! We couldn’t be happier with the results! Go forth and listen, you beauts!! 🥲
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Happy Valentine's day to these lesbians
“You know, I think we’re at the number of hookups where we can stop calling these one night stands,” Kent says dryly.
Whiskey zips up his jeans and shrugs on his sweatshirt. “Call them whatever you like,” he says.
Kent studies him. Whiskey isn’t sure what Kent is feeling or thinking, but then, Whiskey never was good at reading people.
“You and I,” Kent says, “are unfortunately similar.”
Whiskey backs away. His heart is pounding for some reason, and he can’t decipher why. He doesn’t want to decipher why.
“You and I are nothing alike,” Whiskey says.
Kent is angry and spiteful and everything he says has the hint of a bite in it, even when he’s being soft. He’s closeted. He’s afraid. (Whiskey is always, always afraid.)
Kent laughs. “Tell yourself whatever you like,” he says, and then turns over in his bed, presumably to sleep.
Zia and I had a conversation earlier that inspired so Whisk-Parson family fluff, please enjoy
Kent thought he would be less nervous the second time they had a baby. He knew what he was doing this time, and at least they got to plan everything from the get-go. But when he held Katie for the first time, he couldn’t help but feel his heart racing.
“Ray wasn’t this little, was he?” Whiskey asked, leaning up against Kent’s side, staring down at their baby girl.
“No, he was almost nine pounds, she’s only seven. How on earth are we going to manage two at once?”
“Same way we did the first time. We take it one day at a time, love.”
“What if he can’t stand her? Like what if Raylan absolutely can not deal with having to share his dad?” Kent’s voice was quivering, teetering on the edge of crying.
“He’s young, he’ll get over it.” Whiskey laughed. “I’m joking, babe. I’m sure that he’s going to be fine, he shares us with Kit already.”
“Oh my lord, she’ll be so much worse now.” Kent laughed. Kit was not the biggest fan of baby stuff or actual babies for that matter.
“I think that she might be too old to care this time around.” Whiskey said, refocusing in on Katie’s precious little face. She yawned, so much bigger than someone so little should have been able to pull off.
“God, she’s perfect.”