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nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au
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If you think about it…. the acronym KYS isn’t saying “kill yourself,” it’s saying Kill Your Self. Three words. As in, kill the concept of the “Self” - your consciousness’s perception that it is an individual, that it has one meaningful isolated identity that is “you,” that it is not but a droplet in the grand ocean of interconnected souls of all living beings in this universe. I think this is beautiful. Embrace ego death and become one with everything. Everyone should KYS
#this is what writing a close reading paper is like#also is tumblr following me around or something#I literally had this thought a couple months ago#wild
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S1 EP22 'The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street'
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reddit, how do I make my firstborn stop playing with the fans, the ornaments, and the makeup when he is supposed to be a warlord. I fear I shall raise a poet.
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Sydney Mortimer Laurence (American, 1865–1940)
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"You could just use ai" yeah well I could also just kill you.
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@ficwip word of the week: escape
from my byler + henderhop 10 things i hate about you au that i hope to someday finish 🥲 this fic takes place in 2007 ;)
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“Dustin’s mom is in the military,” Lucas supplies.
“What branch?” Patrick asks.
“Air Force,” Dustin says.
“She a pilot?”
“Nah—a physicist. Right now she’s overseeing some new top secret project at Hawkins National Laboratory.”
“Man, that place gives me the creeps,” Greg says.
“Really? Why?”
“Because it used to—”
“No, stop,” Lucas cuts him off, then he flicks a Cheeto at Greg’s face.
“Hey!”
“Don’t listen to him, Dustin,” he says with a laugh as he successfully blocks the Cheeto when Greg throws it back.
“Why not?” Dustin asks.
“Because Greg likes to believe in all those crazy ass conspiracy theories about how that lab was part of MKUltra back in the ‘50s and ‘60s. And he actually thinks they created some super human with telekinesis that—”
“Pyrokinesis!” Greg insists.
“Whatever—the point is, he thinks some guy with superpowers was responsible for the string of disappearances and murders in the ‘80s, when in reality, the person responsible was a freaking batshit crazy serial killer named Victor Creel who escaped from Pennhurst.”
Greg scoffs. “Dude, that’s just what the government wants you to think. Creel was a patsy they used to cover up their mess—he was the perfect target because he went crazy and murdered his whole family decades before that all happened. And then they killed him and staged it to look like a suicide so he couldn’t be taken to court and cross-examined—they knew the story wouldn’t hold up!”
Lucas rolls his eyes. “First of all, he wasn’t a patsy—he one hundred percent killed all those people because he was a straight up psycho serial killer who got loose—and second of all, all that ‘HNL was part of MKUltra’ shit is just plain made up. Complete and total science fiction, spewed by nut jobs like Mr. Bauman, who’s main agenda in life is to make a boring ass town like Hawkins seem more interesting.”
“Okay, then how do you explain—”
But Dustin stops listening to them, their voices fading away the moment he sees her walk through the cafeteria doors—the girl from this morning. His eyes follow her as she strides across the room to enter the lunch line—she picks out a premade salad and a carton of strawberry milk, pays for her food, then walks over to the middle of the cafeteria and sits down at a table with at least two girls he actually recognizes; Angela and Stacey. But he still doesn’t know her name…
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@ficwip word of the week: decide
from an undetermined chapter of “i’m a wreck (without you here)” as i’m still working on this thing—i swear i will finish this story or die trying :)
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“Has Will given you any indication or ever told you that he’d leave you if you relapsed? Given you any sort of ultimatum at all?”
“No…never. He promised he wouldn’t, but—look, we met when we were five, on the very first day of kindergarten. After that we were pretty much inseparable for years, but, as we got older, we started to fight, which we never used to do. And then things got more…complicated. Like…his family moved away to California for a little while and we didn’t talk for several months…but then they moved back and—”
He knows he’s leaving out a few important details. Details that involve the Upside Down and everything that came with it and how all of that chaos left a hefty impact on both him and Will ever since the night Will went missing back in 1983. But trying to explain any of it to his therapist—while also trying not to sound like he belongs in Pennhurst—would require much more finesse than he has the mental energy for. So he simply decides to avoid opening that can of worms altogether and glosses over that part.
“—let’s just say after we reconnected, things continued to be weird, or just…they were never quite the same as before, and no matter how hard I tried, he still kept his distance and things felt so fragile between us…”
the last wip i posted actually comes right before this part for anyone who missed it :)
#the fic that emotionally wrecked me#I'm so happy you're still working on this!#You got this friend!#mutual tag#iawwyh#stranger things#byler
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Is she... Y'know... *Does a series of motions that cannot be meaningfully interpreted*
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Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
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romance in fiction is best when they're not together yet. after it's like. no. don't do all that romance stuff now :(
it's rare when it's done well
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My ST brainworms have been coming back. I may venture to write a bit when I have time.
#my writing ramblings#I have been thinking about WOYM for the past two weeks and I miss working on it
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Now we have australiagate????
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the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead. (watch on youtube) (my chemical romance cover by mila marinho)
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Vernal Pool - Dozier Bell , 2024.
American , b. 1957 -
Acrylic on linen , 40 x 32 in.
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this exact scene but it's raining and it's byler
the vision is so clear im shaking i need it so bad
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