Me: Pls Don’t Let It Be 7 Am Pls Don’t Let It Me 7 Am

‘blame it on my youth’ isn’t allowed to end because the one-liners in this fic are single-handedly keeping me alive

I desperately need aftg friends, I’ve tried to explain the plot to my irl best friend three times already and she taps out at ‘it’s like hockey but with no sticks or ice, but it’s still inside?’

wait, is it canon that Kayleigh was murdered or is that a fan theory, bc at this point I can’t tell

this entered my head and i felt it deep in my soul

yes my favorite type of fanfiction consists of characters getting tenderly cared for and comforted after a lifetime of being forced to suffer alone in silence, no this doesn't say anything about me

Never would've thought I'd be so emotionally invested in a bunch of problematicaly coded characters playing violent lacross in an aquarium.

If We Were Villains

Foreshadowing, or something akin to that

i see your ‘Neil with crooked teeth’ and raise you ‘sophomore Neil getting braces’

it occured to me that neil josten never was in one place long enough to have braces, so he either has naturally good teeth or extremely crooked ones and i cant decide which is funnier.

fall but in a sleeping kings and doomed romances and living dreams kind of way

obsessed with the dynamic where both people think 'i can fix him' and then make each other worse