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“we asked finn to carry a LOT of emotional weight” bitch where??

#byler #stranger things

renzilla-exists

coming online as someone who liked the finale

#good omens 3 #the way this is the second time this has happened to me THIS YEAR

the first person jesus speaks to on earth being a trans women and she gave him a sandwich is very special to me

#good omens #good omens 3

kyberinthevoid

I hate that “chat” now makes people think of chatgpt. no. I’m asking my imaginary greek chorus twitch audience.

lustcannibalism

fanfiction is getting less interaction, people barely reblog anymore, role players are getting pushed out of fandom, ai generated slop winning art contests

lustcannibalism

START ENGAGING IN THINGS YOU LOVE BEFORE IT DISAPPEARS!

yournaothings

Do what makes you happy. Be cringe, be free.

alltoowsll

GOD BLESS AMERICA. AND HE NAMED EVERY SINGLE AMERICAN COUNTRY

#bad bunny #super bowl

sncrlynwtms

fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.

“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”

if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.

allsonargent

Moira Rose + vocabulary

#catherine o'hara #rip

sunderwight

why doesn't anyone use tumblr anymore, you ask me? well how could they? the site burned down years ago.

yes terrible fire. raged all through the night. by the time anyone saw the smoke the flames were so strong, not a soul could get close. whole town heard the screams. terrible business, just terrible.

what do you mean you logged in yesterday? son that's impossible. there's naught to be found at that URL but ash and ghosts.

randaness

sometimes, when the wind blows just right, you can still hear them voting for vanilla extract

on an anderperry kick rn and Y’ALL you gotta read Let Me Wallow In Your Afterglow by Glittery_Bubbles on A03 it’s PERFECTION

#anderperry #dead poets society

buddie-romance

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

222pluto

“so I think Mike and Will should have kissed. and my feeling about that is… first off, how do you know they didn’t? it’s a long trek to the Abyss”

Finn Wolfhard, probably

sweetpea1242

wonder twins, get behind me

god i love all these edits of will to sabrina and chappell songs, mike never deserved you baby

#stranger things #byler #will byers

wiseeggos

Will occasionally gets postcards in the mail.

No name. No address. No matter where he is.

Always of art.

Postcards of paintings from all around the world.

He likes researching them and learning about the artist, what the paintings mean, where the paintings hang now.

He knows she wouldn’t be there if he went, but he still looks into the cities that the galleries are in. Reading about the history and imagining her telling him about it. Imagining her exploring. Learning. Existing freely.

He doesn’t tell anyone because he knows she trusts him not to. Trusts him to not try and find her.

He likes to think she still checks in with him as occasionally the meaning or subject of a painting will hit too close to home with him and whatever the current thing that was bothering him.

He wishes he could write back. Wishes he knew how to check on her as she checks on him.

But since everything ended, his powers lay dormant. Only evidence they still exist are the small ‘electrical faults’ that are perfectly timed with big emotions and always end in a nose bleed.