the polls are in and apparently this has 2k hits and one comment not from a friend because i freaked yall the fuck out with this one. and honestly? i’m proud of myself for that. and here i was thinking it wasn’t freaky enough

for my dcst moots, you don’t need much context for this fic. and it’s sorta in the same vein as space polycule, if like the comms were turned on and everyone was kinda into it

i need her in a way that is concerning to feminism

oh i also put leftovers that i was gonna put on the chart (but there wasn’t space) that did happen at the bottom </3

and finally, “if you mix that with cranberry juice, I will throw you in the lake” WE WERE ROOTING FOR YOU. WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU.

i took some liberties with david wanting dishwasher pellets. phone charger, dishwasher pellets, whatever. and I was specifically looking for a Centaurs (or something else) namedrop for ottawa because i know the show changed team names from the book

DAMMIT NO BINGO. (i got a little over-excited at “scott hunter night at a gay bar in vegas” and jumped the gun on that one but still)

YESSSSSS I NEED HIM GROOMED. STAT.