#I've stumbled across a shit ton of things I don't agree or like on my feed or tags and the first thing I do is block or ignore never do I

[futuregws]

If you're gonna come to my blog crying about how you don't like what I post and I should "leave this on Instagram and Twitter" and basically acting like I'm the devil reencarnated, when I'm doing nothing wrong at all just stfu and if you have problems with "gossip" pages then there's a shit ton of others that you should probably go to first before coming at my throat, I don't force anyone to read my posts or see them even, the block button is right there but if you don't want to use it I always tag even the tiniest thing that can't even be considered gossip as gossip so filter that tag, I'm not responsible for what you see or don't see when it's stuff that is completely harmless, I'm doing what I can to help y'all be able to go around my posts you are the ones that don't want to, so maybe reflect on that. Bc I ain't going anywhere, if there's drama or rumors that I want to talk about bc they are stupid and I want to give my opinion and put some logic into pretty obvious shit but that clearly some people don't get, I will fucking do it.

And if you can't be smart and respectful enough to just block me for example and leave me tf alone I will start blocking you instead, and it's not gonna take a lot for that to happen

[xxswagcorexx]

please may I have some fic recs? mainly ones that will have me kicking my feet and giggling- nothing too serious but a light read: the vibes of stand partners by eternal kind of.

hi! i haven't read stand partners yet but i skimmed through the tags and here are some ones i like/hit the same vibe :) it is very long though </3

Pretty Things by ros_is_writing

Laying facedown on the bed was his partner Ashswag, the only other person with keys to Red’s apartment. When he heard Red come into the room he rolled over onto his back and sat up, dark braid flipping over his shoulder at the change of gravity. “Welcome home,” Ash grinned, eyes crinkling in laughter. “This is my house,” Red noted. He put a hand on his hip and looked at Ash over his sunglasses, a joking form of their normal rivalry. “Yeah, but I was here first,” Ash rolled his eyes and scooted off the bed. He casually strolled across the room like he wasn’t the highlight of Red’s day and dropped a kiss into his hair.

Red sees an ostrich by Anonymous

“I don’t think you were smiling this much even when we got married.” “Ash, there wasn't ostriches at our wedding.” “You're allergic to ostriches.” Swagdoons fluff (OOC)

(oh,) to be a comfort by Felix_J

"It is good here, people say." Ash mutters. The words tug at his throat, and it's a bit hard to breathe. He'll manage. "Good place to take your partner." "Says Josh?" Red quirks an eyebrow. Moves his other hand, then, the one that's free, to rest on his knee, and it's where he must register the metal against the palm. Ash stares off silently. He thinks they say not to look at the sun for a reason, because it's too beautiful as it bleeds red into the ocean. But hey, the S.U.N. is the new sun, so they are, and really, the tiny reflections of it in Red's eyes when he hangs his head feel way more important. Just... not easier, to look at. He blinks the tears off. Unlike someone, he doesn't have sunglasses, so that he can admit. "Says Josh." He agrees quietly.

away from the winds by Anonymous

Ash, because he’s a bastard and has never heard of a healthy sleep schedule, shows up at his doorstep at six on the dot. He’s sitting in the kitchen when Red finally stumbles downstairs, spinning the key Red gave him months ago around his fingers with a shit-eating grin on his face.

after closing time by cherubium

after a busy day at the casino, the casino quartet decide to rest.

overdosed on sugar and holiday high by Anonymous

“Morning Ash,” Red greets, supported with a small wave. And as an afterthought, Red adds, “Merry Christmas.” Because he’s soft like that, then to balance the statement, he continues, “Can’t believe you’re still working during the holidays like some capitalist contributing to society.“

Counting Stars by Dreamshadow2

Lifesteal can be extremely dangerous at times. Usually, you can never relax. But some days, when things get a bit too much, you just need some time to relax, to be yourself. Or: ScamDuo stargazing, tons of fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic

(hello) my old heart by Anonymous

What he doesn’t ask is why Ash chooses, over and over, to step through that door, through Lifesteal and Earthbound and the wastelands of an apocalypse. The void knows how many other worlds they’ve followed each other through without a second thought.

sir thats my emotional support human by oneirogen

god!ash sleeping while hugging red to his chest like an oversized plushie. send post

something stupid by starbamnk

'I love you.' Ash had to stop himself from choking. That's not how they were here. It ached, but that wasn't how things were.

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ALSO i usually don't rec my own fics but i've written so much fluff that i figured i should share it with you too anon . also willow swagcore author reveal too i guess LOL

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fallin' in love

Ash and Red go to a pumpkin patch on their day off.

it’s no big deal (that i love you)

Sometimes Ash understands people when they call him and Red a couple. They are partners, in a sense, but not in that way. After all, when you’ve spent so long as enemies, survivalists, comrades, even, you notice a lot about the other person. From tracking down Red’s movements to stealing that stupid bell from Capital City, to pressing down on wounds and praying it didn’t get infected, they’ve been through everything. Been through the happy, sad, and angry tears together, and everything else in-between. But of course, everything they did had to be a business deal—a private agreement between just both of them. or: ashswag has some thoughts about red while they fall asleep together (ft. swagdoons qpr)

i'd duet again

Neither of them remembers when their morning ritual started, but in the grand scheme of things, that doesn’t matter. The fact is that Red would be the one to wake up first, get ready, start the coffee machine for Ash, and start playing his guitar in the garden. or: ash and red's morning duet

homemade comforts

If Red was being honest, he reveled in moments like this. Moments when Ash and he were far away from all of the violence, all of the responsibilities, and away from any prying eyes around them. Just Ash and Red, cooking together in their shitty little kitchenette that only fits two people.

four of a kind

Ash, Branzy, Clown, and Red close up the casino for the week.

best friends

As they ran back through the streets, they let the rain pour down on them, because they were already drenched. They cackled like madmen throughout it all and in that moment, both of them knew that they had something special. And they were going to get such a bad cold after this. or: how red and ash meet, and how they become friends

temporal

while the world melts around them, ash and red spend the night dancing. that's the fic.

jenga tower

"Dude-" Ash says through a wheezed breath, "Do you think this a little much?" Clown hums, "Mmm, no. I think you're just fineee." "Exactly," Red chimes in, definitely not helping the 'hey wouldn't it be funny if we all laid on Ash?' cause. or: casino quartet turn into a human jenga tower. for roses and smoke week, free day

curtains

It's 7pm, and Ash and Red are exhausted after a 12 hour day of moving. Ends up they forgot the fucking curtains.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Lenny surprising midge on tour (or vice versa)

Once the Chicago conviction is overturned, he an gig there again which is great, but it's also awful because all of his shows are scheduled in...

Wait for it...

Motherfucking, frigid as fuck, cocksucking JANUARY.

It snows a little and there's a shit ton of ice, and it is.

It is cold.

It is COLD.

And while the hotel is plenty nice, and pretty warm most of the time, Lenny still feels that frigid down-in-the-bones feeling that signals to him that he would like to be anywhere but fucking here please and thank you.

But his sets are good, and he's been clean for a hot minute, and at least there's booze to keep him a little warm after his sets. The hotel bar is well stocked, and the bartender is real friendly.

Jonah the bartender grins at him when he stumbles in from the ice pelting down from the sky. "How was your show?"

Lenny shrugs and slides onto a stool. "Went pretty well. psychos continues to brave terrible weather to see me, so that's something."

"Speaking of," Jonah says, nodding towards the back of the little bar. "You have a lady friend who asked about you tonight."

Lenny raises his eyes to the sky and rubs his face. Sometimes fans - lady fans - get a little...cavalier, so to speak. "I'm gonna need a double tonight, Jonah."

"I don't blame you," Jonah responds. "She is a knockout. Seriously. I had no idea comedians could pull that level of tail."

Lenny blinks, thinking about that as Jonah sets his newly poured drink onto the bar, and then spins on the stool, tilting his head towards the back of the bar, where a brunette in a gray dress sits quietly, sipping a martini and engrossed in a little pink notebook.

"Ah," Lenny chuckles. "You see, Jonah. That uh...that's not just some girl."

"No?" Jonah asks.

"Nope. That's the fiance."

Jonah blinks. "Oh. Shit. Sorry about that."

"Nah. I mean. She is quite the stunner," Lenny concedes as he sips is drink. "Excuse me."

He gets to his feet and wanders over, setting his drink down before settling in the chair across from Midge. "What, nothing good on TV tonight?"

She doesn't look up. "Joel wanted the kids for the whole week to do some kind of bonding thing. Mama got invited to do some Matchmaking in Boston, and Papa has five articles due in the next three days." She looks up at him and shrugs with a soft grin. "And I missed you."

Lenny looks down at his drink, feeling that familiar tug on his chest. It happens sometimes when Midge does something ridiculously sweet for him. Like she's reached in to grip his heart a little. "I'm very happy to see you," he says, looking at her again.

Midge smiles at him. "How was your set?"

He nods. "It we well. As I told Jonah over there, crackpots keep braving terrible weather to see me."

"Always a good sign," she agrees. "And boy is it cold here. I've never actually made it to Chicago before but yikes."

"Yes, they call it the almighty hulk," Lenny informs her. "So says Lou Rawls, at least."

"Well, he wasn't exaggerating," Midge says as she finishes her drink.

"You wanna come warm up in my room?" he asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"I would love to," she grins.