rsbarelle

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[kiwi4miwi]

chilling out before the campaign 🥺

[rs-barelle]

every time i get insecure about my writing abilities i remember that someone printed my fic and annotated it and wrote about it in their MA and i get a little boost of confidence ♥️ this is one of the coolest things ive ever achieved in my life and my dream is to recreate this moment but as a real published original book. (the pic is theirs not mine, i don’t have a copy of my fic)

[rs-barelle]

“do you reread your own fanfics?”

well yes i wrote them for me. no one else can pluck a story from my brain like me. i wanted to see something so i wrote it so now i can reread it forever. :)

[writteninerised]

“Smile,” Will said quickly, leaning in closer, pulling himself into frame with Mike.

Their heads were touching. Will’s smile came easy, like he could pretend this was nothing more than two friends hanging out.

But Mike was still looking at him. Not the camera. Him.

Click.

The flash went off. Will blinked, laughing under his breath as he pulled back just slightly. The countdown for the next photo started.

“Alright, focus,” he said, still smiling. Leaning back in.

Mike doesn't move.

“I can’t,” Mike says nearly against Will’s ear.

He turned his head. Their eyes locked.

Click.

The next flash went off, but neither of them reacted to it. They were too close now. Noses nearly brushing, breath slipping into the same shared space.

“Mike,” he said softly.

“Will,” Mike answered.

Their eyes searched each other. Will couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.

Mike reached out and touched Will’s cheek.

“I missed you,” Mike murmured, his gaze flicking down to Will’s lips before lifting again. “so much.”

Click. The flash goes off.

Something in Will sparked all at once. His whole body buzzed, like he’d been thrown back onto one of those spinning rides, except he wasn’t moving at all.

He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. His lips parted, but the words dissolved before they could form. Confusion and want tangled together somewhere beneath his ribs, too knotted to pull apart.

Mike must have seen it on his face, because he nodded, tilting his head as he leaned in.

“Yes,” he whispered, and Will felt the words against his lips. “Just like this. I missed you like this.”

And then Mike kissed him. His arms came around Will and pulled him closer, and the tiger slipped from Will’s hands and fell forgotten to their feet. Will went weak under the kiss.

Click.

The photo booth flashed one last time, catching the moment.

Time cast a spell on you — Chapter 34

Artist: sqnnnvvviii (on TikTok) / shrimphater333 (X)

Thank you for this beautiful sketch.

[roguemercurywrites]

Happy Pride to all of the Mikes and Wills out there! May you all find each other and prove that Will finding happiness with Mike is NOT "unrealistic". 💙💛🌈

[rs-barelle]

this is giving smalltown queer 🥹

[buckleybeat]

IT’S HERE!!

I’ve officially finished my favorite playlist venture yet - sorting Olivia Rodrigo’s discography into Will songs, Mike songs, and El songs.

I’ll be linking the playlists and tracklists below, but feel free to ask me about any of the song choices!!

(BIG thank you to @crunchie-morris for sparking this idea with her incredible fic title!!)

[les-eat-bread]

Finished When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb. and like okay everytime I finish a book I decide it is the Best Book Ever Written. and always No But This Time For Real

(but this time for real)

[memorydragon]

You're in his dms. The non-gendered angel is saying it needed a name to stay with him and it feels right, like a mitzvah. You're not the same.

[natequarter]

Soon the angel found that its cheeks were growing warm, and everything looked softer than it had before. When it lifted its hands and cupped Little Ash’s face in them, it found that his cheeks also were soft, but cooler than its own. It almost wanted to press their two faces together, to see if his cool skin would feel soothing. Little Ash’s eyelashes cast a shadow that hid the bruises under his eyes, and with the bright lights, Uriel could see the galaxy of his freckles. This face it knew better than its own, because it only ever saw its own face by accident, and Little Ash’s face it was always either looking at, or searching for. It wanted to tell him everything that had ever happened, in its whole existence, and why every single thing it was telling him had led to them both being here, and why that was a miracle.

“Ashel,” Uriel said. “Will you dance with me?”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[evilirish]

thinking about when the angels left the old country. that’s genuinely one of the best books i’ve ever read. like my mind is BLOWN. i LOVE how it’s both explicitly queer and implied, and how they don’t need a label for the love they feel for one another— it’s just there. and it will always be there. despite everything they go through, they will always love one another, in all ways possible. that’s how deep their bond is. AUGH.

[stilltheturtlemoves]

When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb

[rs-barelle]

please read this book guys i need people to talk about it with

[rs-barelle]

have you ever been in a fandom so small that the only way you can get new content is if you write it yourself bc that’s me rn.

there are 30 fics for the book and i read them all so now i need to write my own if i want anything more 😭😭😭

please read when the angels left the old country by sacha lamb so i have people to talk about it with and people to write fics with

[rs-barelle]

somewhere in the world Jane Hopper is upset about Mike Wheeler all over again because Olivia’s new album came out and she listened to Begged.

[rbeysxoxo]

Will Byers somewhere in the 90s

[rs-barelle]

Finn driving the byler bus

[naninenuny]

do you guys see the vision

[loserrsquad]

How to Disappear Completely