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I just had some things to say

1. Could you please credit the artist?

2. Most people spell the ship name like ethabaster not Ethanbaster (there’s no n) and that might be causing the trouble you’re having with finding things on tumblr about them?

3. I’m pretty sure are over 100 fics on ao3 (I may be wrong) so as long as you know how the tagging system works I don’t know how you’re having any problems on there?

4. Be the change you want to see in the world?? You want ethabaster you make your own ethabaster

5. Also please for the love of god credit the artist

Sorry if this might come off a bit rude, I just like getting to the point

Well hello there, anonymous asker

1. I was about to do it and then just forgot💔💔 but I’ll add it right away

2. This was actually so helpful I never even noticed the missing n until now !!

3. I went back to check and as of currently there are 81 (not all Ethabaster centred) fics on ao3, and I guarantee you I’ve read at least 40 of them (I know, I know, but they are genuinely so important to me), I was just trying to find more and maybe a few I’ve missed that other people really liked

4. I actually wrote one Ethabaster fic and two others are currently in the works😋

5. I’M SORRY DAWG IT’S @spookedbees

And don’t worry about coming off as rude, I totally get where you’re coming from🙏

Chris: So… Luke has thots now…

Alabaster: Crawling all over him like weevils

I was happy to see that other people’s tv’s also glowed, but I noticed that my tv was a different shade than theirs. Soon after that, I noticed that my tv was a completely different colour. It was a deep green, turning into white, turning into grey, turning into black.

I turned the brightness of the tv down, but left it just enough to always play in the background, like a little song in the back of my brain that I can’t remember the words of.

I never saw a person whose tv had the same colour as mine and it made me feel like no one would appreciate it. It was quite an interesting colour; I did plenty of research on it, but the people who did have their tv that colour never really got to be a real part of society.

I turned the brightness up again this year—not by a lot, just a bit to make out the colours—and while looking at it, I realised something. If I were to let my tv glow, it would mean never truly feeling a part of this world.

Love was such a big part of a person’s life. So why didn’t I feel any of it? I loved my friends, I loved my family, I loved my pets. Why wasn’t I cable of loving on another level? Why didn’t romance strike me as this beautiful thing rather than this tedious chore? I wanted to rip my heart out—why wasn’t it feeling things like the other hearts felt them? Why didn’t it speed up at the sight of a pretty woman or handsome man? Why did it just pump my blood and not my feelings?