𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚🩰 @sowedpearls - Tumblr Blog

hi! welcome to my blog :) ୨ৎ ⭐️

my name is sophia, i post a lot about tv & music .. and i love to write !!!

⤷ links to my works

୨ৎ on stranger things 5, robin's speech, & homophobia

୨ৎ on lane kim, immigrant mothers & daughters

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#pinned

hello byler tumblr. it’s been a while how are we doing

#are we still alive #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler nation #byler tumblr

picklemebyler

loser bum chud spends her summer on byler tumblr and ao3, 6 months after show has ended

weltenwellen

Chen Chen, Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency

academia-lucifer

@academia-lucifer

i think the real pandemic in music rn is that ya’ll are prioritizing vibes over artistry… turn off that ig story music and listen to something that will make you unbelievably happy

#or sad #music

why is phoebe bridgers actually surrounding herself with incels

#at least she’s back #but at what cost #phoebe bridgers

referring to rory gilmore btw

#rory gilmore #gilmore girls

screw your anonymity (loving me is all you need) ch. 2꧁꧂

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82636296/chapters/221966041

summary:

In one fell swoop, Mike spun Will around until his back was flush against him, and so they were both suddenly facing the guy that was just replaced. A sudden flash of recognition seemed to dawn on the guy’s features—he looked alright enough, maybe a year or two older than the two of them—and he shook his head, moving away to find someone else. Quickly Mike understood what he didn’t before. He felt right as he held him, close enough for Mike to keep his hands on him, enough for Will to hear Mike purr drunkly in satisfaction behind him, their bodies never intersecting past that. “Mike?” Will asked, craning his neck to look back at Mike. “You’re back,” he slurred, eyes wide. Mike breathed him in, and he could practically feel his lungs making space, burrowing deeper for the other. He thought this was the most intimate moment they’d ever had, in the middle of a room struck green; the limelight on a thousand people wrung thoughtless. For a moment, he remembered some quote he was too drunk to place the origin of — “I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about,” and then forgot it within the next.