#WANDERection

[nooradeservedbetter]

okay I definitely need to know more about wanderection shit (please)

Julia!!! <3 Ok so, I don't know if this will be disappointing or not, but it's basically a vague Louis-centric canon-compliantish exes to lovers thing that I am using to pour all my conflicting feelings about this place that I've had since end 2013 basically.

Excerpt, cw for drug ment:

He’s got money, he’s got more freedom that a nine to six job would give him, he doesn’t really need dreams. He's got a mum that succumbed to cancer and a sister that succumbed to money, and a hole where Harry used to be. He’s got dreams crushed so much that they became finely milled like the powders he snorts when he parties. He’s got a jaded exterior to help protect him from the shit world he’s in. He doesn’t like to think about the future anymore.

It's still very vague, and it's mostly because I'm using it as a way to unload, but yeah!!

[phantom-ellie]

The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 24: Duat

Please read content/trigger warnings at this link before proceeding with this chapter. Chapters 24-27 deal with some heavy concepts that aren't suitable for everyone.

Mary: Give any thought to moving back in?

Stede: yeah, i just need some time, i need to think and process things.

Mary: You have children who need to spend time with you, Stede. Mary: Don’t forget them.

Stede: i know Stede: they wouldn’t like to see me like this

Mary: Someone should. Don’t just hide away.

Stede: thank you

Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

Sorriderai, nulla ha più senso ora, no, e girerò le città ma non ti scorderò!

Comments: YetAnotherGiantBassist: WandeRection, get Jim to tell me what this means, I don’t understand Spanish. TheRealWande: That’s Frenchie. And That’s Italian. YetAnotherGiantBassist: Is it French, or Italian?

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Jack lets out a monstrous burp, and Ed wakes with a jolt.

“What day is it?” He asks, rubbing his temples.

“Who cares?” Jack tosses him another beer. “It’s a holiday somewhere. I’ve got 'em all on a calendar.” Jack points to a wrinkled calendar on the wall. Ed approaches it and squints.

“International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women,” he reads.

“Fuuuuuck Eddie, of course you pick the most boring one. What about National Parfait Day. You’d eat a parfait, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Unless it’s National Cake Day now. Do some whippies with me and we might make it all the way to National Craft Jerky Day.”

“I am not doing whippets with you, what am I, thirteen?” Ed cracks open the beer.

“I got lines.”

“How can you afford that? Wait, I don’t want to know.”

Jack smirks at Ed. “Why are you really here, big guy? Pretty sure you can afford better shit than I got. Hell, you should be buyin’.”

Ed shrugs. “Just wanted some company, I guess.”

“Wait, your buddy Izzy Hands isn’t good enough company for you?” He bursts out laughing. “Just kidding, he’s the worst.”

“Yeah, he fuckin’ is.”

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

fuck i’ve fucked up my life

Comments: WandeRection: There there man, you haven’t, you’ve got all sorts of mates trying to help you. MauritianSupremacy: Check your texts!

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Stede: ed Stede: im sorry Stede: i made a mistake, i should have stayed and talked Stede: i think you were right Stede: it just fucking hurts so much, im so tired all the time Stede: you were a good friend ed, i hope you find someone who can be who you deserve them to be

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Israel Hands sighs as he looks around at the mess. Supervision is supposed to be his talent, the one thing he does right in this god-forsaken job. But once again it’s all gone sideways under his watch.

He snaps at a kid to bring in the garbage cans, no not the little ones, the big gray fu-cans, please, and goes searching for his cleanup crew.

Nowhere to be found, of course. It’s Thanksgiving, and the Los Robles kids, current and former, get together to prepare and give meals to people at various shelters throughout the weekend. Builds character. Feeds people. Gives Izzy a fucking headache.

He rounds a corner and spots the duo of idiots who are supposed to be cleaning up this mess. Having an argument, as usual.

“Give him some privacy, amigo, his heart is broken!”

“Jim, he stopped using punctuation and capitals! This goes way beyond broken-hearted drunk posting.” Wande crosses his arms.

“If the idiota doesn’t want to talk, he doesn’t have to talk!”

“Stede’s alone, Jim. Nobody can get in contact with him.” Izzy stops at the sound of the name. Fucking Stede Bonnet. Couldn’t be anyone else, could it?

“Would you two get to work? This place is a fucking mess.”

Wande looks up guiltily. “Sorry, Iz. It’s just that… we think our friend might be… a bit suicidal?” Jim crosses their arms and rolls their eyes.

“Oh yeah? Who’s your friend?” Please not him, please don’t make me deal with this.

Izzy knows that he is not a pleasant person. He is abrasive and mean and angry and it’s gotten him into trouble many times. But what keeps Izzy in his line of work is what he calls his complex. He’s really good at dealing with mental health crises. He can’t hear about one or see one without wanting to take charge and set things in order again, especially for someone who is incapable of setting themselves in order.

Usually.

He might have fucked it up with Ed last night, of course. Maybe. But he’s definitely not feeling guilty about it, at all. Ed had that conversation coming. Absolutely. Most definitely. Zero guilt on Izzy’s part.

Wande sighs and turns to him. “It’s our friend Stede, yeah? He’s a… well, he’s gone through a lot of shit recently, like, losing everything and everyone he’s loved, yeah?”

Jim sighs. “Show him the video, tonto.”

Wande nods. “And this happened yesterday, yeah? All over the ‘net, now. And nobody can find him, he’s just disappeared. Keeps posting sad shit on his blog, won’t talk to no one.”

Don’t watch it, don’t get sucked in to this rich asshole’s bullshit, don’t watch it-

He watches it. The bottom drops out his stomach. He grabs his phone and looks up.

“I told you two to clean this shit up. I’ll deal with this.”

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Izzy: Edward, pick up your phone Izzy: I know you’re pissed at me, be pissed at me later, I’m serious Izzy: Your mate Stede is in serious crisis, I need to know where he is Izzy: Don’t fucking tell me you’re with Jack or some bullshit, pick up your fucking phone.

Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

im only making it worse

Comments: TheRealWande: You got someone who can hang out with you right now? What about DreadNordGreybeard?

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Ed and Jack have their backs on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“Some people call ‘em planks, or ladders, or french fries…”

Ed scrunches his face. “No they fuckin’ don’t, mate, that’s stupid.”

“They aren’t stupid, you old buzzkill, they’re fun. You’ve got chicken feed, love boat, disco biscuit…”

“Are you seriously telling me you go up to dealers and ask for some disco biscuit?”

“Not since I got banned from all the clubs within walking distance.” Jack sighs happily.

Ed looks over at Jack. “And this… is the life? You enjoy it?”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I enjoy it? I do whatever I want. Nobody tells me what to do. I don’t have to answer to anybody.”

Ed returns his gaze to the ceiling, watching it move back and forth in a dizzy wave.

“Don’t you ever get lonely, Jack?”

“Lonely? I can get laid anytime, Eddie.” Jack pauses for a minute. “Why? You lonely?”

“I guess I am.”

“You wanna do something about it?”

Ed considers it for a moment. Then he shakes his head. “No. Pass the ‘bicycle parts,’ mate.”

“Suit yourself.” Jack hands over the Xanax and Ed takes a pill and sighs.

They lay there in silence.

“Okay, now I’m pretty sure it’s National Craft Jerky Day.”

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

relieve me leave me here im dying

Comments: PracticallyGayJesus: Where are you, man? This isn’t funny.

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Stede: please reply even if it’s just to tell me to fuck off Stede: ok, i understand Stede: i wont bother you anymore, ed Stede: dont feel bad, nothing was your fault

Chapter 25

[wanderingeducatorss]

THE PARADISE OF PALAWAN

[killmygoldenn]

britishers be like

[shakchunni]

u know that post that’s like beatles fans are worse than kpop fans n then someone says they’ve never had to read abt mccartney’s baby cow cock? if the beatles were a thing now people would absolutely write shit like that abt them

[scentofaflower]

wait did people NOT like romantic universe? haha i loved it, you're not alone. the camera work, the photography, the colors... it's just sad that there's like 1 second of yixing

I did see a lot of people not liking it :( I loved it tho, the concept and camerawork were really nice and different, kinda a refreshing. And yeah xing's screen time was like 0.9 seconds 😒

[pauldiddy]

#tbt to when we won trivia at Barney's Beanery and our prize was Niall from One Direction. #onedirection #wanderection #niallhoran (at Barney's Beanery)

[nooradeservedbetter]

WIP Game

RULES: Post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @enchantedlandcoffee for tagging me!!!

I do divide my WIP folder in "stuff I'm currently working on", "stuff I have temporarily abandoned" and "stuff i will work on in the future". Posting just the first one for the sake of brevity.

Men of steel, men of power (Larry)

Wanderection shit (Larry)

Ziall (self-explanatory lmao)

Pet fic (Larry)

The one in which Stiles summons a demon to play videogames (Sterek)

Lyra (Cora/Lydia from Teen Wolf, I know the correct ship name is cordia, but...)

Nooreva

Tagging (no pressure ofc ofc!!!) @hellolovers13 @persephoneflouwers @imogenleefic @larrysballetslippers @alwaysxlarrie @onlythebravest @goldenkinglouis

[phantom-ellie]

The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 25: The Chain

Please read content/trigger warnings at this link before proceeding with this chapter. Chapters 24-27 deal with some heavy concepts that aren't suitable for everyone.

Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

I'd like to say that I never thought I would be making this post, but the fact is it's all I think about now.

I know I don't have many readers. Maybe none now. But sharing this bit of myself has kept my head above water for so long. I can't describe how much it's meant to me to have that opportunity. I haven't had it elsewhere in my life. And now it's time for me to post my last. I can't keep this up, any of it. But I want it to live on.

I've put the details for accessing this blog somewhere where someone I care about can find it. I really hope someone picks up where I left off. It would be such a gift to have it continue on and know it's safe. It's the only fucking thing I have anymore.

If you're reading this, I hope you find the happiness I have searched for. I hope some songs here make you smile. I hope they make the world more beautiful for you. You deserve it.

I guess I'll send this post off with one last song. I've always liked it. It's The Chain by Kobra and the Lotus.

-Stede was here

Comments: LucyFlawless: Stede pick up your damn phone WandeRection: man, if you're reading this, call me PracticallyGayJesus: call Lucy, we'll hang out man, maybe you-know-who will come? BlueSwedeShoes86: I can post on the blog, I know lots of music

Chapter 26

[wanderingeducatorss]

GETAWAY TRAVELLING TIPS

[chaoflaka]

Wan derection.

I have just done a huge crime...

[bettinachua]

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Becoming a fan AFTER the music festival.... 🙌*crazy happy dance*🚶🏃💃 #wanderlandmusicfest #wanderection (at The Circuit, Makati)

[urie]

wanderection replied to your post:lmao the ian/mickey fandom is so torn up about...

MICKEY LITERALLY KICKED HIM IN THE FACE WHAT ARE PEOPLE ON

RIGHT??!@?!?!?!?!??!?!?

MICKEY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IAN

YOU CAN SHIP IAN/MICKEY AND STILL ACKNOWLEDGE THAT.... UH....... THAT IS UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOR........... I MEAN????????????????????

[wanderingeducatorss]

SEOUL AND BUSAN

[liberatn]

im only in this bc ur hot and ur dad has a tucson