pseuds.

oh u found me

[vexheart]

[m1dwestindigo0]

so basically the concept is 1990s Joshler. Tyler is a punk from East Berlin Josh is a indie-rock drummer from West. the author has thinly veiled deep rooted authority issues and there's a spectre haunting the clique— the spectre of communism.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82115766

[m1dwestindigo0]

IMPOSSIBILITY OF CROWS CHAPTER TWO OUT -

II.

They always told themselves they lived with twelve people by choice. That this was where they slept, so this, unequivocally, was home.

To some extent, it was true. Well, sometimes, when the cops were really out to get them, they’d sleep in the church center attic. But mostly, they were there: in Tyler’s late mother’s place in the Plattenbau with the shared kitchen, the beaded curtain, the Monstera that practically swallowed half the room. They hadn’t done a bad job with it. The cracking, grey walls were covered with torn out pages from various sketchbooks (switched from leaflets, they’d learned from all of the raids). They never turned the overhead on… it had burned out ages prior, anyways. Better not to try. The floor was mostly an ever-moving, writhing mass of futon and ratty mattress, bodies piled atop, hands on waists and chins on shoulders. These days, though, people had started moving out. They had started to lose the closeness of desperation— the body against body, the shared breath of a shared dream, the before.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82115766/chapters/218087031#workskin

[ladypseudonym]

wanted to post rq the fic that inspired me to get into joshler after not listening to twenty one pilots since middle school andddd inspired impossibility of crows. a beautiful beautiful fic by a beautiful girl and an amazing friend! without question the best most human fic i've ever read. i met her through this fic and like nobody has ever "gotten" me that fast lol i know i talk about it a ton on twitter buttt i'm sharing on my nonactive tumblr too. ty joshler people message sent

slavic joshler 1990s

https://archiveofourown.org/works/72141106

[ladypseudonym]

Ich bin schon seit acht Jahren Fan und wusste gar nicht dass du Deutscher bist!!!

OMGGGGGG! Danke fürs Lesen!! Seit acht Jahren!! Das ist ja toll! So viele verschiedene Fandoms! Ich bin kein Deutscher aber ich nehme es als Kompliment dass du aufgrund meiner fic dachtest ich käme aus Deutschland. Mein Deutsch ist wahrscheinlich likeeee B1 (am besten). Ich habe es gelernt als ich noch sehr jung war und etwa ein Jahr lang in Wiener Wohn-Ticket gelebt habe aber dann habe ich es hauptsächlich von meinem besten Freund gelernt der Berliner ist!! Ich verbringe viel Zeit mit ihm in Berlin! Aus diesem Grund habe ich das lustigste Deutsch überhaupt LOLOL. Diese frage hat mich so glücklich gemacht ich beantworte meine askbox sonst nie aber hier musste ich einfach. Danke dass du bei mir bleibst mein Schatz!!!!

[m1dwestindigo0]

so basically the concept is 1990s Joshler. Tyler is a punk from East Berlin Josh is a indie-rock drummer from West. the author has thinly veiled deep rooted authority issues and there's a spectre haunting the clique— the spectre of communism.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82115766

[louisegluckpdf]

[freezing-daisy]

the full article

[notgonewest]

“CAST IT” A.W. West (2024)

Performed live in the East Village with Harpist

[notgonewest]

“Hope” A.W West, (2025)

There is something haunting my own body.

This is an infallible, irrefutable truth.

There is something in there.

Something in between bone and flesh and organ and meat.

I close my eyes and call it hope

I bite my lip and call it hope

I grit my teeth and call it hope

The blood rushes against my ears like water

Like ocean

A second half of an unforgiving figure

A baby not-drowned

In the Nile river.

And I don’t know where my skin ends

And the world begins

My clouded brain

The non-promise clenched in my fist

Like fingernails on palm

Like blood spilled

Like firstborn

Like locusts

Like plague

Like frogs.

What can I say?

I aim

I intend to be looking

A cut that scabs and heals itself

A blister that bubbles

An ecosystem that heals itself over

Whether you like it or not

This whole time

It was yourself

Stitching yourself together

Like when your mother

And her mother

And her mother

Learned you how to sew

So I close my eyes andhope

Andhope

Andhope Andhope

Andhope.

[ladypseudonym]

i have a new fic on my alt. i woke up in 2011. does anyone know how to get me back please. nvm. leave me here. thanks

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It isn't until Josh leaves Columbus that Tyler is forced to reckon with their past. Little does he know, as always, he and Josh are thinking in tandem.

Some things never leave. Worse things never fade.

It's taken many years for Tyler to realize that there's still time.

nonlinear therapy sessions religious guilt im from the midwest and i had to reckon with it one day. i don't edit these i just sit in my apartment on my residency and i talk and talk and talk to you guys. we live in a world where one day we will all get good sex... eventually... i promise. give me a shot. i'm new on this scene

[mostlyimpartial]

tshirt that says I heart being a blood traitor

[mostlyimpartial]

tshirt that says never mind

Ya'aleh Zikhroneinu.pdf

[the-real-yoko-ono]

how do you train your voice to do THAT

What? Are you talking about my amazing screaming Singing ?

[mostlyimpartial]

Ignoring the original account, I do actually know how she trained her voice to do that. Yoko Ono would sit at a tape recorder and record her mimicing the noises she heard from other victims of war and sexual violence during her youth, her reactions to post-traumatic stress dreams from the bombings of Tokyo, and her memory of the sounds of women birthgiving in the street during wartime. She would then reverse the tapes and listen to them over and over and over again until she had committed the backwards sounds to memory. Her initial performances, which are unfortunately not digitized, are some of the most moving things I’ve ever had the privilege of hearing. She would also jam with jazz bands in the early sixties and was an absolute pioneer in regards to art about sexual trauma. Unfortunately, what has mostly been publicized in regards to her screams and sound theatre (she’s actually a classically trained singer with a background in Opera) are clips of her with John Lennon, when she’s not actually performing these pieces to their full extent.

[bonnieura]

every family has a

[grumfy]

One of my roommates is from China and neither of us speaks the other’s language but lately when she’s in a chatty mood she comes into our kitchen and shows me these douyin Matt Damon x Ben Affleck RPF videos and puts her theories about how Ben has been pining for Matt into google translate for me to read. fujoing out transcends language barriers

[grumfy]

this is so charming to me. doomed boston yaoi

[grumfy]

an update

[grumfy]

[whateverbringsyouthroughthenight]

Ave Maria, 1927

Marianne Von Werefkin.

[ladypseudonym]

I've spent months trying to remember where I read "He looks up at the sky. The sky says nothing back." and then realized it is possibly from one of your deleted fics. Always in my heart lol. You are insane (/pos)

Haha, oh my goodness, yes I think that one is me!! I cannot confirm or deny as I do not edit and have never reread any of my work, so I actually do not know what I have or have not said or written. A dangerous game! You are always in my heart as well, anon.

[luvsunspots]

something is really killing me about this. what do you mean you do not edit. hello???

[ladypseudonym]

I've spent months trying to remember where I read "He looks up at the sky. The sky says nothing back." and then realized it is possibly from one of your deleted fics. Always in my heart lol. You are insane (/pos)

Haha, oh my goodness, yes I think that one is me!! I cannot confirm or deny as I do not edit and have never reread any of my work, so I actually do not know what I have or have not said or written. A dangerous game! You are always in my heart as well, anon.

[canismustdie]

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylums where they raised me or something idk man