#this is very personal to me

[meep-meep-richie]

Of course he recognizes him everywhere T_T

[creepswrites]

Hi hi I love your writing so much, could we please have something for the leslie vernon fans 👀

yes omgomg i love leslie so much!! hiiii leslie vernon fans hiiii i hope you enjoy…… i rly see leslie in a VERY Particular way BUT i hope this is still satisfactory for everyone to read :)

LESLIE VERNON x GN!READER (they/them)

SUMMARY: People didn't really understand when you told them you weren't dating. Frankly, the only person who's opinion on your relationship mattered was Leslie's. Everyone else could go fuck themselves.

Leslie was a strange guy.

You’d met him at the nearby library one stormy afternoon when you'd retreated inside to get out of the storm. He'd been in the true crime section leafing through a book you had been meaning to read and the rest was history. The two of you had hit it off instantly, bonding over your shared love of true crime and horror. You became attached at the hip in a matter of weeks, the both of you gushing about the latest reported slasher villain rising or the psychology essays you both needed to write for class. He was your best friend.

Truthfully, neither of you had very many other friends but the sentiment still counted. 

One afternoon, someone had asked you how long you and Leslie had been dating for and the question startled you. You were sitting in class with Leslie and he'd been up late again so you let him copy off your notes. At one point, he'd dropped his head a little to rest on your shoulder and you let him. While you didn't consider yourself a very touchy-feely person, it was different with him.

"So," one of your more boisterous classmates said while everyone was clearing out for the day, "How long have you two been dating?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Y'know. It's kinda obvious, you don't have to play coy about it!" Another classmate chimed in with a less-than-kind smirk.

Leslie didn't say anything and you felt your stomach drop. Too often you'd make friends with guys who were only really interested in dating you and you felt sick with the idea Leslie was like that too.

You were about to make a run for it but Leslie just sighed. "It's not like that, c'mon guys." He lifted his head to give them one of his charismatic smiles. "You should know better than to go assuming that kinda stuff."

Thoroughly embarrassed, your classmates hurried off and you turned to look at him, smiling when he yawned and stretched. "Thanks."

"No need. 's weird people ask," he sighed. "My place or yours? I'm taking a nap either way, if that changes your mind." He said as he gathered his stuff to leave. The two of you packed your bags in a comfortable silence which gave you plenty of time to think.

You'd both just stepped out into the hallway when you grabbed his wrist. "Les..."

"Hm?" He gave you a tired smile.

"I don't have romantic feelings for you." You choked out, unable to meet his eyes. "I don't- I don't know if that changes anything but-"

He cut you off as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don't either, babe. Don't sweat about it. People just... enjoy making assumptions about things they don't understand." He tilted his head to watch you smile. "Now. My place or yours?"

"Yours," you sighed, "My roommates'll be home."

So yeah. Leslie was a strange guy. But you liked him that way.

"Do you ever wish we dated?" You'd asked him one afternoon at a mall. The two of you had gone shopping at one of the bookstores and decided to go to the food court for lunch.

Leslie looked up at you with a bewildered expression. "No? Is this a trick question?"

"Yes." You answered honestly, stealing a fry off his plate despite having plenty of your own. "We spend a lot of time together, we cuddle, we've kissed a few times. But you don't seem interested in dating me."

He gave you a curious look and chuckled, covering his mouth. "What, do you want to date?"

You let out a huff, rolling your eyes fondly when he nudged your foot under the table to tease you. "No, obviously not. I mean, you're a sweet guy and I love spending time with you. But it's just..."

"Not like that." He finished for you. You both locked eyes and he gave you a sweet, genuine smile. "I adore you. You're one of my favorite people I've ever known. But 'm not into you like that." Leslie said as he took a bite of his burger. He chewed thoughtfully before nudging you again. "Not opposed to some kinda relationship though. Like, just an us thing, y'know? Not partners or datin' but some third thing?"

It had honestly been a bit relieving for you to hear and you two spent a long time talking about it.

Things changed in the next few days. You held hands walking to class a few times, sometimes Leslie would kiss your forehead or you'd kiss his cheek, and you started staying at his house more often than not.

People didn't really understand when you told them you weren't dating. Frankly, the only person who's opinion on your relationship mattered was Leslie's. Everyone else could go fuck themselves.

Your relationship wasn't strictly labeled since neither of you really cared for it. Some google searches led to you writing it off as queerplatonic and calling it a day. It wasn't romantic but you were emotionally intimate. You cuddled, relied on each other, opened up in a way more typical for romantic partners, and the like.

But Leslie was a strange guy. So, of course, you were both strange together.

You'd never considered him to be the jealous type though.

One day you were sitting in the library taking notes with Leslie sat beside you, hard at work playing on his phone under the table - it was your turn to take class notes since he did it last week - when a girl came over and sat beside you.

"Hey," she said softly, scooting way too close for comfort.

You gave her a wide-eyed stare before going back to your writing. "Uh. Hi. Can I help you?"

She giggled and gave a brief glance to Leslie. "You busy this weekend?"

"Yep," you said in a clipped tone. "Cleaning the turtle tank this weekend. They're overdue."

"Oh, you like animals? That's so sweet." She cooed and it made your skin crawl when she held your arm.

You were going to give some snarky retort but Leslie suddenly draped his arm around your shoulders, accidentally smacking her in the face slightly. "They're mine, actually."

"The turtles or them?" She asked, gesturing to you with an exasperated look shot your way. As though Leslie's antics ought to annoy you too.

Leslie just gave her a tight-lipped smile.

She huffed but kept her sweet facade up. "Well, I heard through the grapevine you two aren't dating. Soooo I don't see what's so wrong about wanting to go on a date with your friend."

"Oh, lots wrong." Leslie said, pulling you closer and making your pencil scrape against the lined paper. If his protectiveness weren't so endearing, you would've been annoyed at him messing up your notes. "First off, I'd advise them not to go."

The girl scoffed, grabbing your arm again. "You're not their boyfriend, you can't decide what they can do."

You knew Leslie well enough that you could tell when he was mad. He wasn't the type of angry who got up in people's faces or screamed at them. No. He got very quiet instead. Quiet and forceful without even raising his voice. It unsettled you sometimes but now, seeing it focused on some annoying, entitled girl, you almost wanted to kiss him.

"I think you should leave." Leslie said, his smile never wavering but grew unsettlingly.

"Make me." The girl shot back, clearly possessing a death wish.

Before Leslie could make a scene, you cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him. Your eyes were closed so you couldn't see his reaction but you could hear the girl get up and leave. It didn't feel magical like how movies always made first kisses seem but it was sweet in a different way.

You pulled back when the realization hit you that you were kissing Leslie. You'd never talked about if that was okay or not and you were paralyzed at the idea you'd read everything wrong. You jerked back like you'd been burned and you stared at him

He was staring back with bright eyes and a soft flush to his cheeks that made you feel like puking. "Woah." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair nervously while unable to meet your eyes. "Um. Wow."

"I'msosorry!" You blurted out as you covered your face with your hands. "I didn't know how else to make her go away, I- I thought it was- I'm sorry, we never-!"

He cut you off by cupping your face and pulling you back in for another kiss. It was softer, sweeter this time, and your hands moved to hold his shoulders to keep yourself upright. His hands held your waist as you kissed and the whole thing felt a little magical. If you two were dating, you'd probably swoon under the attention.

If this were a normal coming-of-age film, maybe this would be the part where Leslie would confess to having always been in love with you and you'd burst into relieved tears and confess back. Or maybe this was more like a charming boy-next-door story where he tells you that he's only ever had eyes for you and you two would become the power couple of your psychology course.

But this wasn't either of those stories. You never liked those kinds of stories anyways.

So instead, you two pulled apart and, miraculously, laughed. It was a quiet giggle-fit, his lips pressed against your temple while you buried your face into his shoulder as you tried to keep your voices down.

"I didn't take you for the jealous type," you mumbled softly into his shoulder.

"Neither did I." He snorted before kissing your cheek. "That was nice though."

You nodded gently, nuzzling more into his neck. "We addin' that to the list of stuff we can do?"

"God yeah." Leslie said with a breathy chuckle. "Didn't think I'd like that as much as I did."

You snorted and kissed him chastely.

Leslie was a strange guy. But he was your strange guy.

[galvanizedfriend]

Was nobody going to tell me that notepad on Windows now saves your progress???? 😭😭

All of the half-written chapters I lost over the years because I write on notepad like it's the Middle Ages 😭 Have led me to this moment 😭 Where notepad now SAVES MY PROGRESS 😭 automatically 😭 I'm emotional 😭 Years and years of resisting the modern world because I'm insane have finally paid off! I feel so seen!!!

[notsohighschool]

Rose recommending The seven husbands of Evely Hugo as she should

[dear-lord-when-i-get-to-heaven]

I can't believe this, but I was reccomended by my czech (my native language) teacher to the chief editor of our school magazine a few weeks ago, and today I got feedback on my first article EVER. The editor told me she loved it. I am really proud of it, And grateful for the trust my teacher put in me. I am the youngest editor on the team, to date, and this feels really right. I Always wanted to write for magazines or newspaper when i was little, but later i thought for about 3 years that i just couldnt do it, that there are more important things. Well guess what, i am writing and i love it! And for why the Dead poets society tags, that movie was one of the big reasons for me to try, to talk And comunicate in my czech And english classes. And i really love my teacher, because she alongside my friends whom i love and adore Is the reason i like to go to school And do what i love without feeling guilt.

[natikoko]

you're like poison

[seemebaremyteethforyou]

Erica Jong, from “Mother.”

inspired by this post

[artscheese]

Merry Christmas everyone. if I’m being fair this year was not the best year for me.

Not only on what has happened to the bww fandom during the summer but…

To be very vague as possible there was a lot of challenging and complex things between my family at the end of this year that took a heavy toll on my health and everyone else’s. Which I’d rather not discuss here other than my friends and people I know in real life, I value my privacy.

Which is probably why for the last couple of months you’ve seen me throughout my socials making vent art, and then deleting it, trying to bury on what I’m actually feeling irl than what you see in the screen.

And now this Christmas, it’s not the same because of it. I’m not doing so well this Christmas.

My socials and doing art as of now is a way for me to cope, to help me escape from what I’m facing irl… And in a way it helps, but not most of the time.

And now I’m coming out to say I’m not going to bottle it forever, I just want to say that I’m not okay. I’m not, I’m trying to be strong but it feels like I’m going to break, in which I’m getting help from that.

However, even though this Christmas is not going to be the same, in a way it makes me hopeful for next year to be better. No matter what happens to me we have got to prepare for the worst.

I wanna thank my friends over at my discord for helping me and supporting me when I was having my down days. I really would not be the same if it was for you guys.

And you guys for supporting me as well :)

[mydream-synopsis]

im going to riot

[judectrl]

also if we somehow manage to win vs france and you see me celebrating like we won the world cup please mind ur business 🙏

[travelingtwentysomething]

🎼 Trauma Dump🎶

You have gotten really comfortable getting disrespectful with me. Last night, there was no other way to interpret you pulling out bagels and going, "I'm gonna eat some real food" with an annoyed face, then pulling out cream cheese, angrily whipping off the top, and looking me straight in the face and saying "does this count?!" with anger in your voice as anything other than what it was. You were upset and starting to take it out on me and I came back with the comment about attitude, trying to keep it light like, "girl could do without the attitude" laughing and shit because we were all just sitting there talking no reason to be mad right? And you fucking went off on me. Because I called you out for having attitude. And then you wanna gaslight me as if you weren't fucking angry already clearly and aiming it at me. It's not an "it wasn't attitude, because I said so, you can't tell me what I meant because I'm me, I think I'd know. You try and tell me I've got an attitude when I don't. But this is an I'm wrong cos you're always right situation, because you're never wrong isn't it" situation, it's clear that you were upset before you snapped. I tried to gently, lightly call you out because I wanted you to put that shit away, and you wanted to let it out on me because I was calling out your anger, you wanted it to be turned into, "~oh you're upset that I'm snapping at you? Well I'm gonna be mad that you're upset that I'm snapping at you, because I wasn't snapping at you. So now you don't get to be mad because I'm mad.~" Defensive deflection shit. And I get it, we were giving you shit about you snacking just before that, you were feeling defensive and judged and maybe your anger is justified in some way. We may not always come across as sympathetic when it comes to your issue with eating. And I can only speak for myself, but I have run short on sympathy. You complain about how awful you feel, and there's a clear correlation between that and you complaining about your eating disorder. And then when me and your mom try and encourage you to eat and stop only eating snacks and binging, which, girl I struggle to not binge sometimes too, you're never gonna get it 100% right, but you turn your anger and defensiveness and denial up 10 notches as if you are mad at us for giving a shit about you it's counter intuitive and it really makes it hard to treat you with sympathy. I have empathy for you. I care about you and how you're feeling physically and mentally. I care about your struggles with eating, I understand it even if I don't experience all the same struggles. But you're digging for sympathy and then snapping when someone ACTUALLY wants to help you. not just give you the "oh poor you, you have it so bad, that must be so hard, that sucks" basically "thoughts and prayers" bullshit you are shoveling for. You want sympathy? Im not gonna cheer on the pity party anymore. You want actual help? I'm trying. You want love? I have that for you. But when it's YOU that's hurting you. I have to FIGHT YOU, to SAVE you. You feel me? And it's fucking tiring, thankless work when I'm on the other end of your snapping and attitude when you act as if I'm some villain forcing you to eat. When in reality, you have no fucking problem eating. You just want to be left alone to binge junk food and sugar in the middle of the night after you've starved yourself all day and complained about how awful you feel until you snap and you have to put some sugar in you before you fucking tank. But then continue complaining when you feel like shit and haven't had real protein or a vegetable in your system in days or even weeks for the vegetables. Can you see how the cycle wears a bitch down until all I can do is stare at you while you make a bowl of ice cream at 12am when the last thing I know you've eaten was a small bowl of Greek yogurt I basically had to force you to eat at 4:00pm before you had work?

-end scene-

Sorry if that fucked any of you up but I needed to write that out and get it out of me, and can't exactly send it to the person it's aimed at.

[myheartalivewrites]

me writing a fic: so much angst, so many feels, this is gonna hurt so good 😈

me when i’ve published said fic and people tell me all their feelings in the comments: no i can’t handle it your emotions are too big what am i supposed to do with them now??? 😫

[stood-onthecliffside]

but now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head // no words appear before me in the aftermath salt streams out my eyes and into my ears // salt air, and the rust on your door// back when i was livin' for the hope of it all // you drew stars around my scars but now i'm bleedin'

[sheskindaperfecttryhardboys]

what if I made my college admission essay(s) on the new jersey post hardcore scene and american rock band my chemical romance’s impact then what?

[zaddywiseau]

fighting anyone who doesn’t say 2

If you aren’t choosing 5, you need help. 

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.