treelton:

Does your OTP ever have that one moment where you’re sort of like “and this is when I sold my soul.”

Gold Trans Am

marypsue:

aka: I have an OTP AU prompts post, an alcoholic milkshake, and all the enabling gretchensinister can give me.

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It was scorching hot, over a hundred degrees if it was anything, without a cloud visible in the brilliant azure sky. The air itself seemed to sizzle, heat-haze shimmering around the horizon and clouds of choking dust drifting up from the road with each breath of hot wind. There hadn’t been a car driving past for nearly an hour.

Not for the first time, Pitch was starting to regret deciding to try to hitchhike to SXSW.

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