A fire burned the disclaimer saying that I don't own any Archer characters. Just some more madness from my tiny little mind. What would happen if the gang spent a….
Everything has its beginning, hop aboard the grogboat! Colonel: Co-Lead Level Designer. Howdy, Stranger!
Malory is in her office, stirring her drink with a celery stick. Krieger enters holding what looks like a steampunk torch. Like Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Set back in season three or so? J, no ISIS being dissolved. Posted because a polite Anon asked for it.
Sterling Archer moaned and rolled onto his side to avoid the sunlight shining in his face. He was surprised that the other side of his bed was empty. The buttery smell of fresh blueberry pancakes wafted into his bedroom.
When I was about 15, I was up to my neck in the fanfiction community. I had read the epics, masturbated to the smutty ones, and even dabbled in penning my own teen angst romance creations about the Canadian cartoon, Total Drama Island. I spend the most time with myself, running my fingers over my stomach and agonising over the parts that are soft. I guess all queer and trans people feel the way I feel at some point, because our bodies become associated with a very specific type of failure.