Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Hatchetfield Series - Team StarKid Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Grace Chasity/Stephanie Lauter, Grace Chasity & Stephanie Lauter Characters: Grace Chasity, Stephanie Lauter, Peter Spankoffski, Lords in Black Ensemble (Hatchetfield), Max Jägerman, Ted Spankoffski, (mentioned) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Not Beta Read, Team StarKid Reference, Musical: Nerdy Prudes Must Die, lautity, graph, i love them, Bisexual Stephanie Lauter, Grace Chasity Needs a Hug, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, pete is stephs best friend, The Lords in Black (Hatchetfield), what if grace is what steph cherishes most, please i need beta readers, also i need friends who watch starkid Summary:
"The Lords turned.
Steph’s stomach twisted as their glowing eyes landed on her.
"And you," they drawled, stepping closer. "Oh, how sweet."
Steph wanted to run. To shove them back into whatever hell they came from.
But she couldn’t move.
Because she already knew what they would say.
"You cherish her." "
regular family bonding activities
more squidgela (1,2,3)
"we're giddy af because we love this game"
literally 15 minutes later:
Smosh Heist WHEN!? (With Amanda monitoring the security cams and coordinating everyone)
you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.
you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame
i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.
Favorite Angela Moments 13/∞: "Everyone always comments on how excited and little sibling energy I am when I’m around everybody." x