My name is Georgia but you can call me Gege. I’m a 24-year-old Brazilian certified fangirl who loves to read and attempts to write sometimes. I have lots of favorite things/interests and that’s why this is a multifandom blog, but mainly I post Taylor Swift, The Hunger Games (Everlark) and The Pitt (Kingdon) stuff. I’m always up for chatting, so feel free to send me a dm or an ask!
imagine if at the end of the day frank is like “hey i’m sorry if people were treating you poorly because of me being here today” and mel’s like “oh i didn’t notice a difference” and frank is like what the fuck because all day he’s seen people walking away from mel in the middle conversations, looking at her funny, etc, and he’s completely wracked with guilt because he wasn’t there to support her and didn’t realize how much she was struggling
The Kingdon Father Figure Fanficathon is a Kingdon fandom ~transformative works~ (fic, moodboards, edits, playlists, art, etc.) event that will run from NOW until the end of February…or winter or beyond I really don’t care deadlines are a social construct and Valentine’s Day is really just a framing device.
Here’s how it works:
Write your own weirdo, perverted, awesome, sweet, whump-y, sexy tale and share it with the class.
“Mellllllllll,” Frank croons on the other end of the line. “Whatcha doin’?” She rubs her eyes to clear the sleep from them and swipes again at the shelf. She finally wraps her hands around her glasses before shoving them haphazardly on her face. “Are you okay? It’s—” Mel pulls her phone away from her ear to check “—1:48 in the morning!” “Oh, I’m so good, Mel. Sooo g— oh shit! Fuck!” There’s a thud and then his wheezing breaths.
ALT
