val 🍊

would it be fitting if i posted the valentine's day/landry's b-day chapter on the 15th...? (i wish the 14th was on a saturday but i'm committed to the only saturday uploads thing)

the next ATSWACO chapter is coming, i promise! slowly but surely since my creative writing muscles were tortured this past semester - when you take a class on creative writing and are expected to be handing in writing on a daily basis, it kinda kills the fun in it. i've been feeling creatively worn out as a result and have been trying to give myself time to recuperate.
          
          i thought it might be cool if i shared a fairly shitty poem i wrote for that class, inspired by mr taylor hawkins himself and his infectious energy.
          
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          A summer so hot it clung to our backs
          like wet laundry, stubborn and suffocating.
          The party spilled across rooms,
          its rhythm muffled by thin walls
          and the hum of a tired box fan.
          
          But you—
          you found the balcony,
          a haven on the edge of the chaos,
          all cigarette smoke and moonlight.
          You grinned as if the moon itself leaned closer,
          aching to watch you.
          
          Your laugh,
          wild and loose,
          swung like a pendulum.
          Catching every eye,
          every ear,
          until we were all satellites
          orbiting your glow.
          
          You told a story about a failed road trip,
          something about a flat tire in the desert.
          We leaned in, thirsty for it,
          a vision so sharp it sliced through the sweltering air.
          
          I remember the way you leaned
          on the railing, the cigarette ash trembling
          in the sweaty breeze, daring the drop below.
          I don't recall what anyone else said—
          their voices fell like loose change.
          
          But I remember you,
          still grinning,
          still golden,
          your shadow burning
          against the balcony wall.

needless to say, i'm back! the next three chapters of ATSWACO are up!

coming briefly out of my dramatic hiatus to say that damn shifty looks good asf recently. like ok i see u. that’s my man

i actually have to think of the future of this account as a whole because nothing seems real anymore

i feel shocked and sick. especially after what i JUST wrote about landry.
          
          i genuinely can’t process this. i’m taking a step back from ATSWACO for the time being. which i don’t what to do but the thought of writing about him right now is out of the question. god fucking DAMN IT DAVE
          
          i’m absolutely horrified. this is entirely unprecedented.

just wanted to say there's going to be no chapter on saturday - the next three chapters are going to be absolutely INSANE and introduces a few new exciting characters and events and plot twists and i CANNOT wait to publish it since i've dearly missed writing landry and dave together. unfortunately it's also an insane amount of words to edit and i'm a perfectionist so i'm gonna need another week. BUT IT IS COMING AND I'VE WANTED TO INTRODUCE THIS CHARACTER FOR AGES AND I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE COMING WEEKS.

no chapter this saturday because the fall semester of my second year at university is upon me soon and life is a whirlwind once more!!! very exciting!!!

i’ve forgotten how much wasting light was really THAT girl holy shit

are you planning on continuing something between us? i love it, it’s the only chris fic ive been able to find!