Fic rec. Also, if you see this? Post a poem.

[manipulant]

Listen, I need you all to do yourselves a favor and read this which is a fill that *cough* somebody wrote for a prompt I left at the Secret!Married fest.

Subtle, Bro - Brendon/Spencer/Ryan, NC-17, Brendon and Spencer have been married for two years and Ryan is their put-upon roommate who knows way too much about their sexytimes habits

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[look_alive]

Dude, I just FISTPUMPED ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE listening to that, oh my god. Because I mean just fuck yes. Seriously. I'm not a teacher, but I get the EXACT SAME ATTITUDE every fucking time (average of at least once a week) some fucking asshole laughs at me sanctimoniously and tells me that if I'm gonna be a social worker, I'd better not ever expect to be rich. WELL YEAH, ASSHOLE. NO KIDDING. I MEAN, OH WAIT- YOU'RE TELLING ME I SPENT THE LAST TWENTY-ODD YEARS STEERING MYSELF TOWARD THIS CAREER WITH DREAMS OF FAME AND RICHES AND- AND IT WAS ALL A LIE? Oh I'm sorry, do I sound bitter? I AM. We should be getting paid out the ass for what we do, just like teachers should, but we aren't and we do it anyway and at least most days I get to come home feeling like I fucking did something. ...Even if it was piss off the crazy bitch client (therapeutically! :DD) who was trying to get me fired.

SO. THERE.

Oh, oops. I apparently have some feelings.

Here, back away slowly from my rampaging soapbox fest and listen to this:

♥

And also, y'know. Thanks. ♥ ♥ ♥