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☆she/they
☆fanfic enthusiast
☆music lover
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☆constantly active but not always posting (sorryy lol)
☆open to talking!
☆requests and recommendations are open
☆find my rules here!
☆my masterlist!
𓂃 drag that bitc—
⋮ ⌗ ┆ off the wall era michael.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ summary: it’s genuinely on sight if you catch diana by herself.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ no crazy warnings. female reader, public verbal argument (reader and diana), brief emotional stress and anxiety, romantic jealousy, relationship strain, smoking / cigarette use—pls its the 80’s, mikey in the doghouse.
So.. Michael doesn't think he's ever been this fucking scared in his life.
Which feels deeply unfair considering he’s Michael Jackson. He’s performed in front of thousands of people, he’s danced on national television. And yet somehow none of those experiences prepared him for the sight currently waiting across Studio 54.
His girlfriend is sitting alone in a velvet booth with a drink in front of her, looking so spectacularly deadpan that Michael briefly considers leaving the country. The problem is that she isn’t crying, isn't yelling. She isn’t even causing a scene. She’s ignoring him. Which is infinitely worse. When she gets loud, at least he knows where he stands. When she gets quiet? Oh, baby that’s when God himself starts abandoning his people.
The club pulses around him in flashes of gold and red light, cigarette smoke hanging thick in the air while celebrities and socialites laugh their way through another night they’ll be talking about for years. Meanwhile, Michael is standing near the bar wondering if it’s possible to die from being in trouble with a pretty girl. The worst part is that she has a point, enough of a point that every defense he’d come up with has fallen apart the second he’s tried saying it to himself.
The evening had started perfectly fine. Then Diana arrived. And somehow Michael had spent the next two hours getting continuously pulled into her orbit. One conversation became three. One dance became several. Every time he managed to drift back toward his girlfriend, Diana found a way to pull him somewhere else. A joke. A story. A hand on his arm. A request for “one more” dance. Michael hadn’t noticed how bad it looked at first, but his girlfriend had. The first warning came in the form of a look. The second came as a pointed comment. The third involved her physically appearing beside him while Diana stood entirely too close and entirely too comfortable. And Michael, complete idiot that he was, had smiled. Smiled! Like there wasn’t a bomb actively ticking beside him.
hi guys! life update
first of all, sorry for starting a couple series and not finishing/continuing them. life got super crazy and i didnt have the time or motivation to write. for anyone who read the stranger things x spn crossover, its very likely that will not continue. however, any jess mariano or spencer agnew requests may be written!
second, i graduated high school! thats why i've been inactive. now that summer has started, i'll have more free time to respond to requests and write!
pls send in any requests you have!
(also i watched the michael jackson biopic and have been obsessed so pls send in fic recs for mj!)
the sad feeling of your character of choice having little to no fics of them, but also not having the motivation to write your own.
big fan of the SHCU (Shawn Hatosy Cinematic Universe)
WIDOWER ABBOT CONFIRMED
me when theres a fic of early seasons dean (or even pre show dean) being an absolute loverboy for reader
how it feels to watch animal kingdom while waiting for pitt thursday’s:
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. PAGING THE PITT ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ || The Pitt SMAU
i wanna bounce on it… that’s it.
been thru the tag so many times i now have to go to my roots and browse thru wattpad
bring back hanahaki fics for all fandoms. send tweet.
all of them. in every position. whenever. wherever.
don’t even START me on the women, i might actually pass away. please send me some requests and release me from this prison!!
scrolled thru the depths of my likes, all the way to my very first liked post, bc i wanted the good ole mcu fics from pre-end game. give me the fics with thor and his pop tarts, clint in the vents, cap yelling abt language, and bucky calling reader doll pls. also reader is tonys daughter and dating peter, obvi
I know I said I would disappear but I have to get this off my chest like it’s been bothering me for months..IM TIRED OF SEEING INCEST WITH MY X READER TAGS TELL ME WHY IM SCROLLING IN ONE AND I GET THREE INCEST IN A ROW HELLO?! Now everyone has their own ideas and their own beliefs but incest..? 😕 ok that’s all I wanted to say sorry to anyone I offended
hi guys so lowkey i dont know where to go with Where the Wind Takes You. i have a couple ideas cooking up for how reader and dean meet, but after that do you guys have any ideas for other chapters? i could do one of reader and dean exchanging stories, maybe them on a hunt, reader with dean when he goes to get sammy from stanford. also should reader have a romantic past with steve thats like unfinished? should she be into dean? send some input! my inbox is open!
Where the Wind Takes You
Chapter 1
Eventual Supernatural x Stranger Things crossover
Summary: When the dust settles after the upside down is closed, Hopper's daughter is unable to stay in her hometown and be constantly reminded of the past. She hits the road with no real mission, only to run into the Winchesters on a hunt.
Word Count) <1k
Song: Heroes- David Bowie
Warnings) No use of Y/N, reader is described as fem and as a girl (can be changed to gn if requested!), not edited, pushed this out in an hour, send ideas for future parts.
18 months.
That’s how long it’s been.
18 months since defeating Vecna. 18 months since the strange things in Hawkins have come to an end. 18 months since the upside down collapsed, Eleven along with it. 18 months since you lost a sister in your life for the second time. 18 months since Jane Hopper never got the chance to live the teenage life you were able to. 18 months of grieving yet another sister, so young in life, for you and them.
You should be living a normal life now, well, as normal a life as someone who’s battled interdimensional creatures can have. Everyone else has seemed to move on.
Robin, Nancy, and Jonathon all got into colleges in the East, pursuing their dreams and interests. The boys and Max are all graduating from high school, getting ready to move on to the next chapter of their lives. Steve got a gig coaching little league baseball and teaching sex ed. Even your father and Joyce are getting their happy ending, he’s planning on proposing to her and moving to New York, Montauk to be more specific.
That conversation between the two of you wasn’t an easy one. In retrospect, you should’ve been more supportive of them being able to move on from Hawkins and start a new life. Maybe you were jealous that they were able to move on so quickly– able to forget everything that happened in the last six years– the lives lost as collateral damage to the upside down.
The only person who seemed to be grieving the same as you was Mike, poor boy lost his first love for the second time. It’s funny, really, the parallels between the two of you. Two people who lost the same person, two people grieving the same, two people stuck in time and unable to move on.
Maybe it’s unhealthy, to hang on so tight, but, when has anything really been healthy? When Sarah died, you pushed everyone away, much like your father did. When your parents got divorced, not long after the passing of your sister, you stayed anywhere that wasn’t the double wide you shared with your father. When your father drowned himself in beer, one-night stands, and cigarettes…well, you did the same, just in a less-legal way. Underage drinking was not really unexpected in a small town like Hawkins; high-school parties occur every weekend. What was unusual was a freshman who would sneak bottles of vodka to drink in the woods alone, or meet up with Eddie “the freak” Munson to buy weed so she wouldn’t have to deal with her thoughts sober.
While you no longer rely on alcohol to drown your sorrows, you still feel unable to cope correctly. You can’t just forget about El. The girl who sacrificed her life to protect a town that hated her, or didn’t even know her. The girl who never got a childhood, who grew up in a sterile lab, and was treated as a test subject rather than a child. The girl who had only a few days of being a normal teenager when you took her and Max to Starcourt that one summer. Why was everyone so ready to move on and forget the girl who saved their lives? At least, that’s how it felt to you.
After the graduation ceremony, and Dustin’s tribute to Eddie and non-conformity, you were invited to reminisce with the older teens one last time. You really should’ve taken the invitation; who knows when all of you will be together again, but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t sit and listen to them talk about the future, about leaving Hawkins, leaving everything behind. It didn’t feel right, and maybe you're hypocritical for making the decision you did, but you needed to move. You couldn’t sit in the same spot; everywhere you looked was a reminder of her, of everything you lost, everyone you couldn’t save.
That night, while your father and Joyce were at Enzo’s, you packed a bag and left a note on the counter.
Dad,
Know that I’m happy for you. You deserve to live peacefully after everything we’ve been through. You’re able to make peace with what happened and move on from it. I wish I could say the same. Maybe I never fully made peace with Sarah, and Jane reminded me so much of her. I don’t blame you, by the way. For Sarah, for Mom, for the way I turned out. But, everywhere I look, I see them, all of them. I can’t stay here. I don’t know where I’ll go, or where I’ll end up. I’ll check in, I promise.
Love you forever, Your kid
You grabbed your keys from the bowl by the door, slipped on your shoes, and climbed into the driver's seat of your car. Your hands gripped the wheel as you pulled out of the driveway. The familiar views of Hawkins flew past you, along with the memories– good and bad. You let out a breath as you pass the Leaving Hawkins sign, the sound of Bowie filling the car as you leave everything behind you.
Next stop: who knows?