Stella

Will squeal about EinJoyce all day. Will also write about them all day. Literally. https://archiveofourown.org/users/StellaOwens/works (note: my fics are only visible to ppl with an account thanks to ai scraping) https://open.spotify.com/user/31abm6uibgozf7hb2e6lr3vnwzsu | stella | -18 | she/her |

[owensgrumpyoranges]

Chapter Six: Until Then! is up.

art \/

I dropped him :(

[owensgrumpyoranges]

actually I love fainting. first-hand writing experience let's go

[radioactive-earthshine]

Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.

[owensgrumpyoranges]

Chapter 5 is up <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83921101/chapters/226461041

[ghostisredacted]

just saw someone say "a fandom is small, so like only 1-3 fics posted per day" . you wouldnt survive a day in the place where im from

[depsidase]

[cheaphalloweencostume]

[rinapupupu]

I really wanna post in here but it's a bit hard for me to run new media. I feel uncomfortable somehow.

I also can't come up with post captions.

[tesbows]

THIS IS MY LEGENDARY FRIEND AAAAA

[owensgrumpyoranges]

EINJOYCE *AND* TES'S FRIEND OMG I LOVE YOU?!?

[billiamdoor]

I can be trusted with the fictional character. I Promise.

[owensgrumpyoranges]

OH MY WORD???

[kosmogrl]

how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever

[ilynpilled]

how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever

[pulim-v]

how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever

[owensgrumpyoranges]

Emma bought Ein a copy of Pride and Prejudice, which was never read until Welt came to live with her. Ein only read it after Welt said he liked it.

[groovysarity]

[stjohnstarling]

Befriending an artist who you deeply admire probably never ceases entirely to feel totally bewildering and surreal.

[stjohnstarling]

Pablo Picasso is in my DMs. Vincent Van Gogh is my Tumblr mutual and he's sending 16 smirking face emojis to me right now.

[owensgrumpyoranges]

I love it when tumblr,

[owensgrumpyoranges]

something about hot summer days with the AC on and the baby is napping, quiet conversation in the other room, quietly playing Eye Spy with the little one--

[o-hora-o]

Some people drown in the past. She didn't. She built a house at the bottom of it, furnished it with gone voices and broken promises and called it survival. The tragedy wasn't that she lost everything. The tragedy was that she remembered exactly what everything felt like. The weight of it. The warmth of it. And so she kept touching the scar just to feel the fraction of it. Letting go would have been mercy but she chose the cruelty of remembering because somewhere inside that ruined, dust-covered life, the girl she used to be was still smiling. So she kept returning to that same worn-out memory long after she woke up in the hospital, long after the wooden floors of the house that once was hers had warped and greyed and long after time had quietly turned her life to dust. Because letting go of that echo meant admitting there was nothing left of her to save.

Thanks @soluumis for the idea

[owensgrumpyoranges]

hey so how dare you

I'm counting this as an act of violence