#losleep

[edupunkn00b]

It is really funny coming across this as I am in the middle of a romantic Logicality story.

At least some things never change.

For the ask game: Logan, maybe?

💙🤓 Thank you, thank you, thank you for the ask!! 🤓💙

NOTP: I don’t think I actually have a NOTP for Logan BROTP: Logicality (sorry, everyone, but I get a brotherly energy from them ... ) OTP: I am an Intrulogical stan (when I’m not a Loceit or ... see below)

Second choice pairing: Loceit Fluffy pairing: Analogical Angsty pairing: Logince Favorite poly ship: Intruloceit Weirdest pairing: Losleep or Lomile ... I don’t know why

[ethan-torchios-bitch]

logan: request for you not to be a bitch

janus virgil remy and roman: request denied

[emoprincey]

Hypocrisy (Analosleep)

Author’s note: I've been thinking about these three recently so have a fun little drabble :)

Writing taglist: @iclaimedtobethebetterbard

Logan Sanders didn't like to think of himself as a hypocrite. He was Logic, after all, and giving advice that he didn’t intend to follow himself was highly illogical.

So, he always aimed to practice what he preached, so to speak. When he told Virgil to drink water instead of solely living off coffee, he would always get a glass for himself. When he reminded Roman to take breaks from his work, he would endeavour to do the same.

He tried, he really did. But things didn't always work out the way he planned.

One evening, Logan was working alone in his room. Both of his boyfriends, Remy and Virgil, had planned a movie night of cheap horror movies. Logan wasn't a fan of horror- and besides, the only films they could watch in the Mindscape were films Thomas had already seen, and Logan didn't see the point in rewatching something that was already ingrained in his memory - so he decided to spend the evening working instead. Remy and Virgil had only recently started dating each other, while Logan had been with Virgil for over two years and Remy for seven months, so it was a good idea to let them have a date night themselves and figure out their own relationship.

It was 10pm when he went to check on his boyfriends, reminding them that it was about time they started to wind down their marathon of horror movies if either of them wanted a restful night's sleep. Logically, Remy should know this already, since his entire purpose was Sleep, but he was inexplicably more determined to counteract his very function more than anyone Logan knew. Perhaps it was something to do with not being a Side, but Logan was inclined to believe Remy was just being stubborn. Not that Logan didn't love that about him.

Remy and Virgil had both promised to finish their marathon after the film they were watching, and although Logan didn't need Janus' assistance to figure out that lie, he had left them to it.

At midnight, Logan went to check on them again, and reminded them that they really should get some sleep. This time, they had acquiesced, and both curled up in Virgil’s bed.

Logan took a moment to watch the two of them, smiling at how adorable they looked, before he carefully slipped out of the room. He only had a little bit of work to do before he could go to bed himself.

"You'd better get some sleep too," Remy had called out as Logan closed the door.

When Logan got back to his own room, the first thing he did was go to close his computer down. All he needed to do was add a couple more bullet points to Thomas's to-do list, and maybe re-format the schedule.

Adding 20 minutes of exercise per day was easy enough, although he did have to spend some time rearranging things, and putting a reminder to take the bins out didn't take too long. After a last check of the week's meal plan, he decided to switch pizza night to Friday, as part of Patton's new scheme to help Thomas feel rewarded for getting through the week.

But that reminded him of the Sides' own meal plan. Although they didn't need to eat, Patton insisted on the six of them having 'family dinners' every evening, and Logan needed to check the schedule for those. He also needed to work Sunday movie nights into his own schedule...

Logan was sure he hadn't been working for very long when he heard a timid knock on his door.

By now, Virgil’s mannerisms were familiar to him, and he waved his hand to open the door for his boyfriend.

"Hey," Virgil said quietly, slinking into the room. He didn't look distressed, which meant he thankfully hadn't had a nightmare. But Virgil had gone to sleep with Remy earlier, so Logan couldn't imagine why he'd gotten up to visit him.

He was confused further when Remy followed Virgil into the room.

"Is something the matter?" Logan asked.

Remy snickered, his chin resting on Virgil’s shoulder. "Told you he wouldn't have noticed."

"Shut up," Virgil muttered affectionately, then he turned to Logan. "Lo, do you know what time it is?"

Logan shrugged. "Just after midnight, I suppose. I was just finishing this up before heading to bed," he said, gesturing to the video script he'd begun editing.

Remy raised an eyebrow at Virgil, who shrugged. "Babe, it's nearly 3am."

"No it's- oh." Logan glanced at the clock in the corner of his computer screen. "I don't suppose it's daylight savings time today and I didn't notice?"

Virgil shook his head affectionately.

"I thought you two went to sleep," Logan said, trying to turn the conversation back into his favour.

"We stayed up for a bit talking," Virgil said.

"And other things- hey!" Remy yelped as Virgil elbowed him in the side.

"Anyway," Virgil continued with a playful glare at Remy, "we started talking about you and we realised there was no way you actually went to bed when you said you would."

Logan spluttered. "What- you make it sound as if I have some kind of reputation-"

"For telling people to take care of themselves and doing the exact opposite for yourself?" Remy said. "Hate to break it to you, babe, but you kinda do."

"We just both know that you can get a little... caught up, in what you're doing," Virgil said, a little softer. "And that can be great, but you need to give yourself a break sometimes."

"I can assure you, I am perfectly fine to finish this script," Logan said, blinking to stop his vision from swaying as he turned back to his computer.

He heard Remy sigh behind him, and gentle hands were placed on his shoulders. "You need some sleep, sweetheart," Remy said in a low, calming voice, gently massaging Logan's shoulders.

Logan let his eyes slip closed, relaxing into Remy's touch, before he shook himself awake. "I told you, I am fine-"

"Yeah, no. You're going to bed," Virgil said, and he bent down to put one arm under Logan's legs and support his back with the other as he picked him up off the chair.

"You're- how are you so strong?" Logan asked breathlessly as Virgil carried him bridal style across the room.

"Fight or flight, baby," Virgil said. "Rem, could you save Logan's work and turn his computer off? Then get over here."

He dumped Logan rather unceremoniously onto the bed, but made up for it by crawling in next to him and arranging the covers snugly around the two of them.

"Is this your solution?" Logan deadpanned. "Cuddle me into submission and keep me from my work?"

"Yep," Virgil grinned against Logan's hair.

The mattress depressed on Logan's other side as Remy climbed in next to him, wrapping his arms around Logan's waist.

"I hate you both," Logan mumbled half-heartedly.

"You can't tell me this isn't working," Remy countered as Logan finally closed his eyes, and Virgil giggled.

Logan sleepily muttered something about not being able to finish his work, but relaxing in his boyfriends' arms, he couldn’t say he cared all that much.

[rosesradio]

i may not be in the sanders sides fandom At All anymore but the virgil/roman/remy throuple & losleep were severely underrated ships just fyi

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

The Hazards of Living with Remy Holmes

Ao3

Summary: In general, Logan found living with Remy to be manageable, if occasionally annoying and/or nonsensical. Logan would appreciate, however, if their sibling could stop breaking into their apartment while Logan was there. Content: Sherlock Holmes AU; bickering, deductions, listen this is mostly logan and virgil verbally sparring while everyone flexes their low-level deduction muscles Pairings: Logan & Remy (future QPR), Remy & Virgil (siblings), Logan & Virgil (forced to put up with each other because of Remy) Notes: Hello TS fandom of 2024. How's it been

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“Remy? Remy, have you seen my jacket?” Logan called out in his still fairly new apartment, halfway down the hall between his room and the apartment’s main sitting area as he spoke. His still fairly new roommate had been out the past few hours, but Logan had heard the door open while he had been shuffling through his closet for the fourth time that day. Normally, Logan would simply assume he had left his jacket at work- a not terribly uncommon occurrence, especially when he worked later shifts- but living with Remy came with a unique set of risk factors Logan had to keep a constant eye on. Case in point: “I swear, if you’ve got it wrapped around another ham-”

Reaching the end of the hallway, Logan cut himself off as he realized who was actually in the sitting area, frowning. “Ah. Virgil. I apologize, I didn’t realize we had been broken into.”

Virgil, sitting in one of the apartment’s armchairs like he belonged there, just smirked at Logan’s dry tone. “Not breaking in if I have a key, doc.”

“It is if we didn’t give you that key.” Logan countered, wrinkling his nose at the nickname. “And please, call me Dr. Watson. I’d hate for us to get friendly.”

Virgil chuckled. “Still holding a grudge, are we?”

“You kidnapped me, threatened me, and accused me of having homicidal intentions. I believe I have the right to a grudge.”

“Shouldn’t that be water under the bridge by now? I said sorry, didn’t I?”

“It’s been two months.” Logan reminded, crossing his arms. “And no, you haven’t.”

“Well, I’m sorry.” Virgil said, sounding about as apologetic as Logan had when he had greeted the intruder. “Better now?”

“Apology not accepted.” Logan answered flatly. “Might I ask why you have decided to darken my apartment?”

“Is visiting my sibling not a good enough reason for me to want to stop by?”

“Not dressed like that it isn’t.” Logan nodded at Virgil’s outfit, a well-fitted suit that would put the MIB’s to shame. Virgil did, occasionally, drop by just for the sake of a visit, but he arrived informally in those instances, imitating the mundane lives of civilians by doing things such as ‘wearing hoodies’ and ‘knocking on the door.’

Virgil glanced down at himself, as if he might have forgotten what he arrived. He tugged on his dark purple tie, the only hint of colour he allowed his formal wear, straightening it incrementally before looking back up at Logan. “You caught me. I have a case for Remy of… some governmental importance. Nothing dire, but important enough we want to ensure it’s handled properly.”

“You have a case for us, then.” Logan corrected, the statement petty, entirely for the sake of drawing a reaction. Logan was dragged alongside Remy to every case the unofficial detective worked, whether he liked it or not, and Virgil knew that perfectly well. It made no meaningful difference to Logan whether or not Virgil acknowledged that, but, as established, he was still holding a grudge over their first meeting. “That’s what you meant to say, correct?”

The annoyance that entered Virgil’s expression was slight, but Logan considered it a major success on his part.

Before Virgil could choose his response, the doorknob of the front door began to jiggle slightly, shaken by the motion of someone inserting their key. Both him and Logan turned to watch as the door was unlocked and pushed open as Remy entered, taking a moment to fully remove their key before closing the door behind them.

“I’m back, babes!” Remy greeted the apartment automatically as they dropped their keychain onto the shelf mounted above the sitting room’s lightswitch, flashing Logan a smile when they realized he was right in front of them. Their motions remained fairly routine up until they spotted Virgil, looking surprised by his presence but not as upset as Logan had been (and was). “Well this is unexpected.”

“I know I didn’t mention I’d be dropping in-”

Remy waved Virgil off before he could finish his sentence. “No, not that. I’d be more surprised if you gave me a heads up before swinging by, to be honest. I just can’t believe you and Lo managed to occupy the same room, alone, without killing each other.”

“As if your doctor could kill me.”

“The restraint I have showcased so far is not insubstantial.”

Logan and Virgil shot twin glares at each other as their replies overlapped, Remy laughing at the show. “Alright, girls, you’re both pretty. No need to start a fight now.”

“I would hardly-” Logan trailed off as he looked back towards Remy, paying more attention to the details of his appearance at the second glance than he had the first (more occupied then with the relief Remy’s company would provide). Specifically, he was paying more attention to the dark blue leather that was draped over them. “...Is that my jacket?”

Between their sunglasses and generally relaxed attitude, it wasn’t always the easiest thing to follow Remy’s thoughts, but Logan was still able to catch the quick twitch of their face. “Ah… is it? Could’ve sworn it was one of mine.”

In the peripheral of his vision, Logan watched Virgil raise an eyebrow. “It’s a size too big for you, Rem.”

Remy raised the hand holding their coffee cup in mock surrender. “Ok, you caught me. I was in a rush this morning, I wasn’t thinking and grabbed the first jacket I saw. Not my fault you left yours in the kitchen, hun.”

Logan sighed, though the sound wasn’t as annoyed as it probably should have been. Really, in the grand scheme of living-with-Remy things, his jacket getting accidentally commandeered was relatively harmless. “How far your brilliant deductive reasoning skills get you.”

Remy grinned at the (admittedly) heatless jab. From where he was still relegated to the corner of Logan’s vision, Virgil frowned, expression twisting into a more severe version of the one Remy wore when they were working out a particularly complicated puzzle.

Thankfully, he chose not to comment on whatever observation he had pulled out of thin air, instead clearing his throat to call back the room’s attention. “Yeah, speaking up your skills-”

“Let me guess: you’ve got a case for us.” Remy finished for him, missing the smug look Logan shot Virgil as they took a sip of their coffee. “Alright then, lay it on me. Since I know you won’t leave me alone ‘til it’s handled.”

“And this is the part where I step out.” Logan said before Virgil could begin, not in the mood to go through their usual song and dance of Virgil telling Remy the bare minimum of case-related information while making it very clear that Logan was the one with the lowest level of ‘need-to-know’ clearance. He moved across the sitting area, passing Remy to slip on the shoes he kept by the door. “You didn’t get the mail from Patton as you came up, did you?”

“I didn’t, no.”

“Then I shall use that as my excuse. I’m sure he’ll be happy to entertain me for at least five minutes.” Logan grabbed his keys from the shelf, aware he didn’t truly need them but wanting to have them nonetheless, and pulled open the door. “Remy, I trust you’ll fill me in on what I miss.”

“Yeah, of course, babes- but, wait a sec.” Logan paused in the doorway, turning his body around to face Remy once more. “You sure Pat’s going to be there? Today’s when he usually has his baking class.”

To the outside onlooker, Remy’s comment would have been perceived as nothing more than an innocent, and reasonable, observation. Patton’s baking classes were held twice weekly, Patton went to them consistently, and Logan had no direct reason to believe Patton would have skipped that day’s class for no reason.

Logan, however, was not the outside onlooker, and over the tops of Remy’s sunglasses, he could see the way their eyes glinted with a completely different question, one Logan was happy to answer.

“I’m certain he will be. His class was cancelled.”

“Oh yeah?” Remy prompted, grinning as he set Logan up. To the side, Virgil shifted in his seat, likely having picked up on the fact that Remy was building the conversation up to something. “How’d you know that?”

The corner of his mouth tipping up into a self-satisfied smile, Logan turned towards Virgil. “Because Virgil styled his hair.” He answered simply, taking a moment to appreciate as Virgil’s expression morphed from suspicion into outrage before he breezed out the door, shutting it behind him. The last thing he heard was Remy, laughing like the two of them had just told the funniest joke in the world.

Yes, living with Remy came with a unique set of challenges. But Logan found that, for Remy, he could be adaptable.

[somnum-siblings-ask]

Any crushes?

Remy's brown skin turned darker, clearly using obvious things to try and hide their blush. Using their coffee cup while drinking from it, using angles, etc.

"Oh, a crush?" Logan asked, not very red himself. "Yes, I do have a few crushes. Though I wish not to say at the moment."

[tsfander]

i unironically ship rosleep and losleep so hard it takes every atom in my body not to draw them and write full on fics about them becau-

look at him. do yall really expect me, megamultishipper9000, to NOT pair him with literally anybody. he is my roman empire.

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 39/?)

[<<First],,,,[<Prev],[Next>] [ODD Masterlist]

Word count: 1381

Rating: Teen

Pairings: familial Losleep, past Logan/ofc, minor Karrot Kings & Anxceit

Warnings: dysfunctional family dynamics, past character death, I may have killed the therapist but we’re still managing to work through some feelings, google translate Spanish

~~~START~~~

A lot was happening in a very small amount of time and Remy suspected another move was in her future. Virgil’s dads — who were really nice — had been moved into the building and were now living in Janus’s spare room; Patton's room was still technically Roman’s spare room, but he’d been sleeping downstairs with his grandpas for the past few days. It would make more sense for them to have their own floor, besides Remy had been living in Roman’s room on Roman’s floor essentially all by herself ever since Virgil left. 

Not that this really counted as living by herself, Barbra — who she wasn’t comfortable calling grandma just yet — or the twins, or Virgil’s dads were constantly popping in to check on her. Janus hadn’t been around much, and Remy knew they were up to something, but no one would tell her what it was.

She hadn’t seen Logan since the day after Virgil left, and she was perfectly content to go on not seeing him. 

But all good things — not that this was very good, it was neutral at best — must come to an end, and when Remy heard at knock at the door, she found that it had been Logan. 

“Remy,” Logan inclined his head, making no move to try to step past her into the apartment. 

“Logan.” Maybe she was imagining it, but she thought he winced at the use of his name. 

“You can’t hate me forever,” Logan stated, a faint undercurrent of anger coloring his voice. 

“Wanna bet?” Remy arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. She had plenty of experience arguing with would-be father figures from arguing with Mike, Logan had no idea what he was in for. 

“I did not kill you–”

“You think that’s what I’m mad about?” Remy demanded, cutting him off vehemently. 

Logan frowned, attempting to push his glasses further up his nose despite the fact that they had not slipped down even a millimeter. 

“I do not see any other reason for your hostility towards me.”

“Estúpido!” Remy hissed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Completo idiota! Lo siguiente que me vas a decir es que no sabes de dónde vienen los bebés! Eres un genio, te apuesto–”

“El príncipe es estupido!” Logan interjected suddenly, completely derailing Remy’s train of thought as she struggled to figure out what that meant. 

“What?”

Logan’s gaze locked on the door hinges as he actually looked embarrassed for the first time since Remy had met him. 

“I–” he started, cutting himself off and starting again. “I am ashamed to admit that spoken languages have never been my strong suit, and even when I was living with your mother I never reached a level of fluency required to understand native speakers when they truly got going.”

“…so you told me that the prince is stupid?” Remy asked. Surely there was something she was missing that would make this whole interaction make sense, she just couldn’t see what it was. 

“Yes,” Logan agreed and refused to elaborate further. 

The two of them stood in awkward silence for a moment before Remy decided to bite the bullet. 

“So what happened?” She asked. “Between you and mom, I mean.”

“Your mother, as you likely know, does not like superpowers,” Logan started slowly. 

Remy nodded, her mom had never said as much — not to her anyway — but over the years she’d gotten the sense that Remy’s powers stressed her mom out quite a bit. The manner of Remy’s death probably hurt her almost as much as her actual death. 

“I was well aware of that while I was dating her, but as I had no intentions of becoming either a hero or a villain, I thought… perhaps I could be an exception.” Logan was clearly deeply uncomfortable with this conversation by the way he was twitching and shifting, but he continued. “I did not tell her that I had powers. One day, a month before your third birthday, she found me using my technokinesis in my workshop. She decided to leave and take you with her.”

“And what?” Remy demanded. “You just let her go? You didn’t want me?”

“Of course I wanted you!” Logan snapped. “But your mother wanted nothing to do with me! She threatened to turn me in to the authorities should I ever try to contact her or you again.”

“For having powers?” Remy asked. “That’s not a crime.”

“For selling my technology to supervillains.”

“Oh.”

All the fight drained out of Remy then, she was still angry, but she couldn’t exactly be upset at Logan for leaving if her mom had been the one to leave him. 

“Technokinesis sounds cool,” She said eventually, grimacing at the way Logan lit up at the clear opening. 

“Thank you. Successful inventions do require a knowledge base to build off of, but just allowing the technology to control itself does allow for some interesting experimentation. If you don’t mind me saying, I have noticed that you’ve added some interesting technology of your own to your repertoire.”

Remy shifted in embarrassment. “Yeah well… I just reverse engineered some shit I stole off of Gemini, which… were yours, weren’t they?”

“It was indeed my ‘shit’ that you got from Roman and Remus,” Logan preened. “I have been very impressed with your engineering talents; your ability to recreate and improve upon unfamiliar technology is astounding!”

“Uh, thanks,” Remy mumbled, not quite used to this level of excitement or encouragement from a parental figure. “Is that what you wanted to talk about? My ‘engineering talents’?”

“Ah, no,” Logan shifted from excited to almost embarrassed quickly. “I– I am aware that you are uncomfortable in my presence as I am your absentee father, as it were, and a supervillain, but I would like you to move in with me. On the top floor.”

Remy narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

“For many reasons,” Logan replied, slipping into teacher-mode. “For one, you are a minor, and living by yourself would supply you with undue amounts of stress–”

“I’m seventeen,” Remy objected. “And I’m hardly living by myself.”

“For another thing,” Logan continued, heedlessly. “Janus has informed me that living with their pseudo in-laws is ‘incredibly awkward’, and moving the Flores-Sanderses and Patton to their own floor would benefit everyone involved immensely. And finally, I cannot live with my mother anymore, she is driving me up the wall, so to speak.”

“Babs?” Remy asked. “What’s wrong with Babs?”

Logan’s eyebrows twitched every time Remy called his mom “Babs”, but he declined to comment on the use of the nickname. “As I’m sure you are aware by now, my mother is clairvoyant. I do not appreciate my every thought being taken as an invitation to have a conversation. I love my mother very much, but living with her is an exhausting exercise in control.” 

Remy couldn’t help the way her lips twitched into a smirk. 

“It is not funny!” Logan snapped. “I am a grown man, I do not need my mother weighing in on my dietary decisions!”

“That’s rough, buddy,” Remy deadpanned. 

“Do not think I don’t recognize an Avatar quote when I hear one, my brother was quite a fan of cartoons and he was very insistent that I watch that particular one with him. He said I was very much like Sokka and was adamant that there were many important lessons to be learned from the program.”

“He sounds smart,” Remy commented, well aware that the twins claimed Logan was reluctant to talk about Emile Picani. 

“He was very smart,” Logan agreed with a far off look in his eyes. “His methods were unconventional, but effective nonetheless. He would have been an exceptional therapist, or anything else he set his mind to.”

Remy shifted uncomfortably, she knew what was coming, but she still couldn’t quite believe it when the words slipped past her lips. “I’ll move in with you.”

“…really?” Logan asked incredulously. “You do not need to decide right away.”

“No I– I’m sure. After all, someone needs to save you from living with your mom well into your seventies.”

“I am not in my seventies,” Logan frowned. 

“Not yet,” Remy teased, relishing the way Logan’s frown deepened. 

He wasn’t ‘dad’, not yet, but so far, he was a vast improvement on Mike. 

~~~END~~~

It’s been three months since the last time I posted a chapter 😅 I had a two-ish month writing slump that I’ve finally managed to work through, plus

It’s the TWO YEAR anniversary of ODD!!!

ODD taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14 @lunatatic

[edupunkn00b]

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

Have fun! 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you so much for the Ask, Nici! :D

B - A Pairing I Didn't Consider At First

I had a very different answer for this before this morning. Originally, I might have said Intruality or Moxiety (honestly, any Patton ship, but especially those two) were difficult for me to really imagine. Then tiny stories and snippets won me over. But then…

After a little Discord chat with a wonderful friend and writer (Hi, Raven!) they completely sold me on Losleep. They helped me finally see the beauty and balance of them and… Oh, dear. Is this a fresh rarepair journey I'm on now?

F - Longest I've Been in a Fandom

Has to be Star Trek. It was my first convention, my first actual fanfiction was a Star Trek OC fan fic about Vulcans. And I'm still obsessed (even if I'm a little behind on the latest series.

I could argue Star Wars is my first, but Star Wars is more my mythology. My third word was Artoo, fourth was Threepio (theepio) so…

K - Say Something Nice

I'm going to fawn over you, Nici. Your stories are full of so much heart and I re-read them more often than you could ever know. And you were one of the very first Fanders who talked with me about the stories I was writing and you made me feel welcome and encouraged me to keep writing also far, far more than you could ever know.

Here's just one of Nici's amazing stories:

Here's the Ask these letters are from:

[emoprincey]

I've seen a load of polls about the best Sanders Sides ships but none involving Remy, so I decided to expand on that and do a poll for Remy ships

[rosesradio]

losleep’s dynamic is so underrated why didn’t i write them more back when the fandom was more active

[transfemlogan]

i just. had a thought. cos idk there’s something about the fact that you love loceit, analogical, and your fav thomas x sides ship is thomgan. there’s a constant throughout all of these jsjdjdfj quick how do you feel about losleep and lomile lmao (by the way all of this is /lh cos i relate to your love of logan ships kajdjdjd) - @girlboypatton

LAUGHING BCUZ U OHRASED THIS AS A . SILLY LITTLE COINCIDENCE... its not a coincidence. There is something wrong with me /j

I love losleep i used 2 have a silly little fixation on it a few yrs ago. I also rlly enjoy lomile, though i dont tend 2 read it as much (bcuz theres barely anything as far as i can tell)

AND... I REALLY LIKE LOGAN X NATE, OR "PROCRASTINATE" / THE SLO-MO GUY FROM THOMAS' SHORTS. I read 1 fanfic of it & i was like.... oh my god... how could I have been so blind? I have a few drabbles of them in my notes app somewhere.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

in a sherlock holmes mood and man..... everyone pour one out for my losleep sherlock holmes fic idea that never properly saw the light of day . you wouldve been great