Ilya would playfully push Shane out onto the rink during their first week of practice together only to freeze when he hears a growl behind him. Haunches raised, he turns around to find a shaking Luca who is already trying to apologize.
every day I think I’m making progress getting thru my ao3 tabs but NOPE here come my moots recommending insanely good fics and the number of tabs just keep going up goddamn it (pls never stop)
i hate articles about fanficton. i hate interviewers who ask actors about ships. i hate promotional media showing actors ship fan art. this is not fa serving i am not being served please bring back separation of church and state
hrtwt is so demanding about updates on fics. yall don’t understand the rush of dopamine you get of your favorite fic being updated after several years.
if you are mean to fic writers i hope your pillow is always warm, i hope you get stuck in every red light, i wish for a pebble in your shoe at all times, i hope you have to get up to pee the moment you get comfy in bed and i also hope you step on a lego