Not an April Fools bit, I promise. This is a message to any of those who read my fics on Ao3!
Starting today (4/1/24) I will be on a fic-posting hiatus! I’m going to be taking the time to possibly (hopefully) finish TFTCTW and work on several other projects and make a backlog of things to post when the busy season at my job starts and I won’t have the time or energy to work on anything. Sorry to anyone waiting on chapters, it’ll be a bit before anything gets updated!
I love media where a bunch of guys go into a cursed place where everything is fucked up, and then one by one they become fucked up. Love their little journals like “Day 28… Hector is worms now. Beginning to question our mission??”
Two unidentified gunmen restrain Bigby, their guns aimed at his head while he holds his hands up and away from his own weapons. He's sweating, and angry, unable to do much to get himself out of his current situation.
The taller of the two gunmen says, "We can get rid of this guy for you, Ace. Just say the word."
Fox, unbelievably pissed, instead demands, "Let him go. Now!"
"What, you're sidin' with the law now?" The gunman asks incredulously.
"I ain't sidin' with the law," Fox spits, "I'm sidin' with him. Now let. Him. Go."
Later, after the gunmen have left, Fox grabs onto Bigby's arm and hauls him away. The sheriff raises his arm haltingly, unsure of whether or not to reach out to the outlaw.
"You didn't have to do that," he says softly, looking at his companion with soft confusion. Fox just grimaces and continues to tug him along, still angry from before.
"Yes I did. Now c'mon, Chess is waitin' for us."
[This marks the end of the western au related art!]
coworkers under 35 love me for my cowboy bebop jacket, coworkers over 35 love me for my cd player, management loves me for my mental illness-fueled punctuality. everyone feels vaguely wary of me for my overall poor impression of acting like a human
#and what do fish think of u op
my fish thinks if i really loved him i would fill my whole house up with water and various aquatic plants for him. but i don’t do that because i’m a bitch
i was playing scrabble and i had a B, U, R, G, E, and R and i thought “aha burger, one who burgs, but my mom will never accept that as a word” but then i remembered burger is actually a word
one time I played the word “am” and I thought, they can totally let that slide because of AM radio and A.M time.
then i remembered
Scrabble does things to your mind that you can never come back from.
I once was playing and put down ‘cow’ but in my mind I was saying it so it rhymed with ‘crow’ and I told my friend that it might not be a real word but I’m playing it and he can’t stop me and he looked me right in the eye and said it like how ‘cow’ is supposed to be said and I was so mad at myself I nearly flipped the board.
My brother played the word ‘scrabble’ and my mom said, “I actually don’t think that’s a word.” And I said, “yes it is? ‘scrabbled eggs’???”
One time my mom played “early,” and I was like: “What does that mean? Resembling an earl?”
people who see buff women and only think abt them inflicting violence on them are stupid. her muscles are so sore from working out so much you have to massage them for her
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