omg anon this is my jam, let’s talk about rainjoy. i literally tweeted this earlier today
you’re making me very happy rn. but gosh, that fic, it hurts in all the right places and sometimes too many of the right places and really deep, but in a way that’s like, you know what i feel greater for having felt that hurt, this hurt feels relevant. and the way she writes them, their love is like this huge dense tangible complex thing and it never hits the wrong notes, and her kurt is such a beautiful kurt, oh no. ghost cuts so deep. all of her au’s are incredible in a way that i’d sell my soul for, but atog and grey are such a journey, bless her cotton socks, her writing makes life so much better. i hope you’re enjoying it so much anon, i’m so glad you popped by to tell me ♥♥♥
One love. Two mouths.One love. One house.No shirt. No blouse.Just us. You find out.Nothing that we don’t want to tell you about, no.
bad boy!kurt/new kid!blaine
word count: 1900
warnings: bullying, gross homophobic jerks, gross homophobic language
Blaine’s bag skids a few feet across the parking lot and Blaine cringes as if the asphalt is dragging across his own skin, not soft worn leather.
Cooper gave him that bag. He loves that bag. Coop may make an art form out of appearing to be the most blindly clueless, insincere person on the planet, but his ability to give Blaine the most perfect gifts is unmatched. Twice a year, birthdays and Christmas, a curtain being momentarily jostled by a contented sigh, letting Blaine see his brother the way he always yearns to. Perceptive and generous, and the kind of person who looks satisfied with simply managing to make his kid brother smile.
That bag is treasure.
↳ porthos/aramis, modern fantasy au, teen!musketeers
Even if Aramis hadn’t flagged the whole issue up by telling Porthos that he was going to want him, Porthos would have noticed how much he wants him by now. He’s had quite a few thoughts about things he’d like to do the smug little psychic shit to get the last word in for once. He’s had a lot of thoughts about how much safer Aramis would be and how much less stressed Porthos would be if Aramis didn’t sleep on his own on a night. He’s had a few thoughts about what it would be like to hold his face in his hands and meet his dark-eyed direct gaze head on, just like he knows Aramis wants him to do.
It’s just kind of hard to work out how to let a psychic know about that.
Becca Tobin attends Marc By Marc Jacobs Fall/Winter 2014 Preview at Marc Jacobs on June 20, 2014 in Los Angeles, California
Two summers ago I wrote Mad Naked Summer or, the summer of sexual experimentation. An anon asked if I might revisit the story, so I thought I’d try. Picks up around the time that canon leaves off, in NYC in the summertime.
This is less of a multi-chapter fic and more of a verse, so not really a plot to keep up with, just the boys going through items on a sexy summer bucket list.
When Blaine turns his laptop so Kurt can see the page with Best Selling Fetish Kits! in giant black letters on the top of the screen over scrambled eggs one morning, Kurt blushes and drops a blob of eggs into his lap and in a rush says, “Let’s go to an actual store, for an authentic experience,” he knows as soon as the words have left his mouth that he will live to regret them.
It doesn’t take very long at all.