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Summary: Something I whipped up for we-just-go-wabac.
GCBC are on a step. They run into Business. Benny is protective. Giant Sausages. It’s crack.
Warnings: Um…swearing, copious amounts of male lover metaphors (I’m cute sure), LB was a terrible lover boss, some violence…It’s crack.
Pairings: Coppernauts (Space Police, OTP: Whatever Your Name Is), Terrible Business probably. Maybe. It’s kinda tough to tell. It’s crack.
Author’s Notes: It’s crack.
Word Count: 1,1It’s crack55
(Also available on Ao3 and ff.net.)
There was a spaceman. He loved cops. Well, not all cops. He kept getting speeding tickets, dumb cops.
No, he loved two cops in particular. The good cop and the bad cop. (More like friendly cop grouch cop ammarite)
The coppers were walking home because they lost their police cruiser privs.
“Good Cop, you’re a shit driver.” Terrible Cop grumbled. He did that a lot. Grumbly grumbly.
“Well, if people would just get out of my way it wouldn’t be a problem.” Excellent cop huffied. “I am da poliz after all.”
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Euphoric Dressed
Mr. Dapper Dalton
By. Euphoric Dressed
A college student unexpectedly tastes a transformation when helping out a friendly dapper neighbor.
Word Count: 5971
Part 1
“Hello Mr. Dalton!” Nate waved a hand towards Mr. Dalton behind his fenced yard.
On Nate’s way to campus, he would walk by a modern two story home made out of wood and stone. Within that home resides Mr. Dalton who lived alone.
Mr. Dalton wasn’t always the friendly soul. In fact, it took Nate a couple of weeks to get Mr. Dalton to warm up. In the commencement, Nate would often smile and greet with a approachable gesture only to be met with a stern deal with. Slowly over second, Mr. Dalton would return the favor. Before they both knew it, they both found themselves exchanging pleasantries.
But what drew Nate to Mr. Dalton was the way Mr. Dalton held himself. Mr. Dalton was certainly the odd one in the neighborhood: he only wore a dress shirt and trousers. Only a not many times where Mr. Dalton would acquire worn a polo shirt. Other times, Mr. Dalton would be seen wearing a tie with or without a blazer, and occasionally suits.
Along with his outfit were his traditional shoes: loa
A collection of almost 30 trans Drarry works by @softlystarstruck
Including lovely artwork by @clytemenestras and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm
These superb works are ones that I’ve been spending a lot of time with recently. Bee has written so many incredible gender non-conforming stories, and there’s a little of everything here. From clever AUs arrange in space, to brilliantly written kinky microfics, to the most tender and emotional snapshots of Draco and Harry’s love for each other, the thing that ties all of these stories together is the love that shines through in Bee’s writing. It was a delight to be able to bind these all together into one book!
This guide spent 3 weeks in the mail, and really went on a journey to make it to Bee–I’m so glad it eventually found its way there safe and sound! The bookcloth and endpapers for this one are again inspired by the trans flag, and the lettering and cover are painted by hand. I was very intimidated by the swirly frame around the title, but it was actually easier to paint than the lettering and I really cherish how it turned out!
Full of Spite.
Dick: Surprise
Up from where he’s perched on the roof, he coos at seeing your eyes snap right then to left.
“Just a step closer to the road lamp…” He mumbles, his patience already running slender in anticipation and excitement. And, bingo, you’re right where he wants you.
Pressing send on his device, he quietly jumps down and lands right behind you as you rise there, checking the communicate you just received.
“What does he want now?” You grumble your breath, not all realizing the brain that leans over your shoulder and stays right next to your ear.
“Who wants what now?”
“Eek!”
For a minute, it’s silent. Your face beet red with a hand covering your mouth. His eyes on you in disbelief. Then:
“Pfft-“
He bursts out laughing, laughing even harder when you smack his arm and tell him to block up.
“Dick!”
“That’s my name.” He quickly tilts his top, dodging your fist.
It can’t be helped, him needling you like this. He’s a vigilante in treasure, head over heels for you to where he changed his patrol way so it would be timed when you go away work and he could follow you around with the excuse that he’s doing his job whenever Louis had always thought it wouldn’t catch him off-guard. If he ever got his Time, he would be ready, and he would be calm, and he would make his way to wherever his soulmate waited for him and blow them away with how ready and calm he was. link ★★★★ AU. Harry and Louis are broke university students who hate each other and make a sex tape. (In which Louis gets fucked a lot, Harry can't discover the camera, and the road to falling in love is different for everyone.) link ★★★ He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the street trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station sustenance with Oli and Stan, but in the little moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to develop some sort of Homosexual Coming of Age story.
a fire in ushereforlou
When he got his Time on that Monday, years after he had stopped fantasizing about encounter his soulmate, Louis was not ready, and he was not calm. What he was was overdue.
(Or, the one where Harry waits and Louis worries.)
Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Nial