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the year is 2023, marie kondo holds j*ff b*zos by the skin on the back of his neck in front of a public gathering

“does this one spark joy?” she shouts at the restless audience, they boo in response

she snaps his spine like .5mm mechanical pencil lead and throws his lifeless corpse to the crowd, they cheer in response

mewsicalmiss

Please tell me this is our timeline

urban-spaceman

1 reblog = 1 prayer for this timeline

#DOES THIS ONE SPARK JOY #but she does this to all billionaires hoarding their wealth #beautiful #i love you marie kondo

bob-belcher

That’s why I think they have so many Starbucks. So you can just keep going… Someone’s gotta get it. Nate Bargatze: The Tennessee Kid (2019)

#FUCK #im in this gifset and i dont like it

Crown Of Thorns Now Out on Ao3!!

Long ago, there lived Six Houses ruling over Six Kingdoms of Hawkins, with a Mage to rule them all. One year, House Lancaster lead a charge to destroy the Crown of the Six Kingdoms. Doing so, they destroyed two houses. Now, four houses remain. House Byers of the Green South, House Lancaster of the Eastern Islands, House Hopper of the Northern Mountains, and House Wheeler of Seven Seasons of the West. Crown Prince Jonathan Byers hates his title, his family name, and the royal line. But, one faithful guard wearing and bearing the Lancaster name could change all of that.

A Stonathan/Byler/Elmax/Jopper fic, a bit like GOT, please give it a read!!

You can find it here

#my writing #stonathan #elmax #jopper #byler #got #stranger things #bea speaks #crown of thorns

as one story ends another one begins

watch your ao3 feed tonight

#for future reference my ao3 is bea_watfords #>:)

ruinedchildhood

#theyre so pure #one of my favorite dad/daughter dynamics

drlangdons

i’m making headcanons for the losers and the siblings i’m making up for them, should i do one post per family just mad dump them all in one

stonathans-stranger

just mad dump them, headcanons are cooler to read when you can connect/find similarities/dynamics within them :)

geekandmisandry

Here’s a thought, maybe people’s growing irreverence for 9/11 is because it was a long time ago and younger generations weren’t as affected by it, or maybe they are so sick of the way it has been basically commercialised by politicians and used as a device to justify incalculable pain and they are tired of it being cynically trotted out every year and told to never forget while every year they are also told to all but ignore mass shootings and US humanitarian crimes.

And like, I dunno, maybe it isn’t about disrespecting those who died but refusing, for any number of reasons, to be a part of the governmental hallmark industry that has built up around it.

mypoliticssideblog

I take students to see the 9/11 memorial all the time. More and more of the students I get were either so young or not even born yet.

And every time, I ask them, what do you think? What are you feeling? And many of them are hesitant to respond so I’ll prompt, “Was it sad? Was it boring?” And as soon as they know I’m not gonna judge them for it, 100% of the time, they respond, “I feel bad that I don’t feel as moved by it as you. You cried when you told us about it and I get that it was such a horrible day and so many people died, but I can’t really think of what life was like before or just after that time.”

That really struck me the first time I heard it because these kids really don’t remember a time when things were so carefree and relatively quiet. Little to no security screenings. Almost zero school shootings. Kids stayed outside by themselves until the street lamps came on.

Because they grew up in a post-9/11 society, all they’ve ever known is mass violence and distrust of everything. Kids expect a plane to crash into a building, a truck bomb to go off at a big event, a student shooting up a school. And they’ve just got to deal with it and keep moving on or they won’t survive.

#this #the worst part about it is #whenever i go into and unfamiliar building i scan for exits #or windows #anywhere i could safely escape #and thats habitual #something i do all the time #and i never stop to think about it i just do it

no new chapter of iwtkwli this weekend, but there will be one this week. the reason for the no new chapter is because of the new wip i started that yall are gonna LOVE!!! its kinda like a got/harry potter/royal au and it’s just fuckin awesome

#my writing #bea speaks #updates

i’ve hit writers block, can y’all send me some stonathan or elmax prompts? i’ve got time to use today

#my writing #PLEASE

share-the-damn-bed

Jonathan Byers & small smiles

#jonathan byers #hes so fucking baby #i love him so mcuh #please fucking protect him #my ray of sunshine #baby baby baby

broadwaybrightlights

-read this to the tune of the “look at this graph” vine-

LOOK AT THIS CAST

#HEY #I SAW THESE GUYS #THEYRE AMAZING #AND I LOVE THEM

iwtkwli hit four hundred hits on ao3 yesterday!!!! I’m so happy that people are reading this and enjoying it. check it out on ao3!

jonathanssweatercollection

lockscreen – stonathan drabble

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Jonathan Byers (minor Nancy Wheeler/Kali Prasad)

Writer: Twilight-Byers

Curiosity, of course, got the better of him. It was just an innocent look, truly. Jonathan peeked over his shoulder and that was all it was supposed to be. He was going to ask: ‘Hey, what’re you reading?’ or something of such equivalent. He did a double take after the peeking, utterly confused. Were his glasses dirty? Was he just daydreaming? Were the fluorescents fogging his vision?

Yes, his glasses were always dirty. He wouldn’t no if he was daydreaming; his mind would be busy with the daydreaming. No, the lights were fine – save for the odd flicker here and there.

They were slumped in the hallway beside the door to the STEM club, waiting for Nancy and Kali. They were early, only a few minutes early but it was enough so that Steve felt obligated to sit down against the wall – and Jonathan followed his lead.

The question left his mouth as soon as his eyes registered the image before him. “Is that me?” Steve, startled, jumped and gasped.

“What?” Eyes wide, he squeaked. “Jon, don’t spook me like that! You know how easily scared I get.”

“Jeez, sorry.” His vision directed on the other boy’s phone, screen held against Steve’s bumpy heart. “What was it?”

“Nothing,” Steve lied. “Anakin Skywalker. Jack from Titanic. Some hot white boy who needs to wash his hair. I don’t know.”

“Was it me?”

“Calling yourself hot now, huh?” Steve countered, eyebrows raised teasingly, but the leftover panic was still in his eyes. “I’m not disagreeing, just asking.” He added, with his hands held up.

The pair held each other’s gazes for another seven seconds, before Steve cracked. “Ugh, you weren’t supposed to see that,” he groaned, sticking his tongue out at him childishly. “Try to keep your wandering eyes in check, man.”

“Well, sorry, again.” Jonathan shrugged his shoulders. “I was just curious. Would you let me see?”

Steve deliberated, mouth and nose scrunching together in thought. Fuck, he looks like a cat – Jonathan through, though he held his tongue. “Fine.” The phone passed from one hand to the other’s. The home screen was clicked open and Jonathan looked at the screen.

As it was established, it was him. The image was blurred; probably because Steve had taken it in a secretive stance nearby. Screen Jonathan was dolled up in a tight sweater (Nancy’s, to be sure), snuggled against Steve’s couch, Kali’s slippered feet lounged across his lap, with his reading glasses pushed against his nose with a Dark Tower novel clutched in his hands. The image was taken last Chanukah, a peaceful time for all of them.

“I’m your lockscreen.” Was all he could say, really. “Huh.”

“Yep. Sure are.” Steve’s smile brought his dimples out, only slightly less distinctive because of his staggering blush. “It’s a cute look. Figured that I would be the one to photograph the occasion that time.”

“That’s really cute,” Jonathan commented. “I’ll make a photographer of you yet, Steve. Mark my words.”

“I’ll stick with dog-walking for now, thanks.”

And of course, their flirting was cut short. The interruption, though unwanted at first, quickly became a happy one; Kali was first out of the door – almost falling over the pair of them. Steve’s long legs were sprawled almost all the way to the neighbouring classroom door, while Jonathan’s were crossed.

“Fuck’s sake, Steve!” Kali exclaimed, catching herself on the wall.

“What’s up?” Her girlfriend inquired, two steps behind – as ever. “Ah, of course. Hey, boys!”

“Hi,” Jon greeted, stumbling to his feet. “We wanted to see if y’all wanted to catch a movie, so we came here.” The rush of words came pouring out, with him stammering over a few, hoping that they hadn’t noticed how hot his face felt. “You in?”

“Sounds cool. Detective Pikachu is playing at the Bijuu and Jon gets the employee discount. What about it, Kali?”

“I’d love to, as long as someone doesn’t almost trip me over again.”

Steve and Jonathan shared a look. Then they broke into a string of boyish giggles.

#THIS IS SO CUTE #HELLO #stonathan #i love this

trashmoutheds

warm my hands (burn my heart)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak, background Beverly Marsh x Ben Hanscom

Warnings: angst?? went and mags are Not richie’s parents bc they would never, mention of the word s*ck, blood, richie almost freezes to death, ALMOST

a/n: i wrote this just to practice present tense but it didn’t turn out awful. think of it as an apology for disappearing - wasn’t out of the fandom, just in college :)

this is also on ao3!

Richie thinks that if he bites his lip hard enough, he can keep from bursting into tears. He’s wrong. Instead, he turns on heel and sprints away from the group - as if in a race with his own emotions.

The boy only makes it halfway home before his legs give out and the heels of his palms are digging into the pavement. His shoulders tremble with heavy sobs. Storm clouds rumble and roll overhead, thunder roars intimidatingly, but Richie barely hears it.

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#THIS IS SO GOOD PLEASE READ IT #I LOVED THIS