What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
Why: FEELINGS
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone…
I can’t deal with my feelings I am going to sleep. And also my head keeps spinning when I move it SO.
I think I joined the wrong fic-war, I only know about three of the fandoms thus far referenced. Oopsie! Ah, well. Good ficcery going on, though!
It’s kind of like Whose Line…. everything’s made up and the points don’t matter! So, you know, ANYTHING GOES.
mrsvc asked: Glenn/Daryl. "We won’t ever look as good as we do now / So let’s take another shot, drink another round / Hug on one another, talk about each other / Stay until they kick us out / Feels like love in a college town"
It’s never hard to get Glenn drunk, but when he’s already half drunk on 36 hours without sleep and panicking about his upcoming finals, it doesn’t take much more than the liquor heavy on Daryl’s breath when he leans in close to tell Glenn to drink up.
“I wanna see how red your face can get,” he says with a crooked smile, and if Glenn’s face could get any redder, someone would call an ambulance.
“I’ll have what he’s been having,” Glenn tells the bartender, and it burns through him brighter and hotter than alcohol when Daryl slings an arm around his shoulders and breathes against his neck.
For the first time in Glenn’s entire life, he’s dreading summer break. He tells himself the cheap rum burning it’s way down his throat will give him courage. But the truth is he can’t even feel it, except the sharp taste on his tongue.
He wonders if that’s what he’d taste if he leaned over and kissed Daryl.
dwarrowkings asked: THG, OT3 - Peeta teaches Gale to bake.
Gale’s wrists are already tired from mixing the butter when Peeta starts pouring sugar into the bowl.
“Pour 2 cups sugar into the butter,” Gale says when Peeta opens his mouth to say so himself.
Peeta smiles encouragingly before correcting him, “You forgot that it has to be poured slowly.” Gale rolls his eyes.
While Gale still can barely manage to crack an egg with both hands without getting shell everywhere, Peeta can crack three, one-handed, into the bowl as Gale mixes.
There’s not a single bit of shell to be seen, and if Gale has to stir for another minute, his hands will fall off.
“You’re unbelievable,” he snorts, passing the bowl to Peeta.
“Add the vanilla,” Peeta says in the flat voice that means he’s trying not to laugh.
Gale shakes some out into his palm, and holds it out for Peeta to see. “Good?”
Peeta nods. “My father used to make these,” he says unexpectedly. “He gave some to me on the day of the reaping,” he says distantly. “Katniss too, but she says she threw them out the window of the train.”
Peeta’s laugh, quiet so as not to disturb Katniss’s seemingly pleasant dreams, sounds a little painful. “Pour in the-,” he points an elbow, dusted with flour, towards a bowl full of the stuff.
Gale gives him a little half smile and obbliges, after an elbow in the arm. “You were tougher than I thought you’d be,” he admits. He’s never been very good at cheering people up.
“Hah,” is all Peeta says for a moment. “I hope you like them”
What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
Why: FEELINGS
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!
Fandoms include but are definitely not limited to: Criminal Minds, Justified, The Walking Dead, The Voice (don’t judge me), Vikings, HBO War Trilogy, Boondock Saints, I Am Number Four, The Fast and The Furious, The Losers, Star Trek (AOS), Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, The Death Gate Cycle, Temeraire, Havemercy/Shadow Magic, The Old Kingdom, Saiyuki. If you want something not on this list, ask! The worst I can do is say no, right? I know I missed a ton of stuff I’d write, and I deliberately left off westerns, because lol fandom what fandom and I think you all know how much I love cowboys already.
(via galfridian)
And fuck you too. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME.
Dear dea-goes-a-tumbln
N O
Love,
me
Fuck you
FIVE SENTENCE FIC MEME
Please fill my ask with characters, pairings, tropes, aus…. stuff, things… and I will write them. Or try to.
Fandoms include but are definitely not limited to: Criminal Minds, Justified, The Walking Dead, The Voice (don’t judge me), Vikings, HBO War Trilogy, Boondock Saints, I Am Number Four, The Fast and The Furious, The Losers, Star Trek (AOS), Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, The Death Gate Cycle, Temeraire, Havemercy/Shadow Magic, The Old Kingdom, Saiyuki. If you want something not on this list, ask! The worst I can do is say no, right? I know I missed a ton of stuff I’d write, and I deliberately left off westerns, because lol fandom what fandom and I think you all know how much I love cowboys already.
Also, fics will likely exceed five sentences. Because fuck the police.
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