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𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰! 𝘐𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘻 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴♡
⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ . . 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 . . ⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆
༞ 𝘙𝘜𝘓𝘌𝘚
༞ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛
༞ 𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕
(2023 - 2024.) 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥.
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I know yall hate when I randomly write than go ghost 😭😭😭I promise yall it not u it’s me
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol
man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this
I don’t play that shit lol sorry
WHyyyy
Sorry everyone
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
Shiddd
this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!
It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr
I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES
LMAOOOO
Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~
I reblogged this yesterday but idc, I ain’t playing games with Madame Zeroni or Mama Kitt
Madame Zeroni ain’t for play play
Fuck it, hope she bless me
But what if a nigga don’t reblog this and they great great great grand kid finds a treasure chest?🤔
What year did this start? I’m always feels my like I have to reboot this
not risking shitttt
it’s been years plz
fanfic authors:
idk bout yall but im a whore for a slow burn enemies to lovers. like i dont want that “he finally realized…” bullshit, i want these mfs to probably duke it out and then develop that uncanny love to be around each other
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
And notice the potato doesn’t guilt you with “if you don’t, something horrible will happen.” Potato wouldn’t betray you like that, because potato is a refined person of good humor and character, and understands that, sometimes, a visit to your dashboard just isn’t convenient right now. Sometimes you just went on a fandom gif reblogging spree or your energy is low, you do not have the time to make your dashboard suitable to guests, and a polite visit just isn’t in the cards. Potato understands this, and doesn’t get upset, or gods forbid, throws a tantrum and wishes ill on your household. Instead, Potato merely stores away their blessings for a later visit and leaves as a good friend should.
Be like Potato. Be a good friend.
Potato’s taste amazing too!
smut is great but do you know what’s better? heart wrenching, soul twisting angst that makes you want to cry (take my money)
when i think of a stereotypical stoner i think of pauly shore in encino man. like saying “don’t tax my gig so hardcore cruster” is my favorite thing in the world so… i present to you stoner!reader being adopted into the party (before argyle of course) and more than likely pissing off all the adults.
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𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘉𝘌 𝘚𝘜𝘊𝘏 𝘈 𝘚𝘘𝘜𝘈𝘙𝘌
not proofread
mentions of drug usage. reader is of age.
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first person to catch on to your antics was eddie.
he saw how you were the most functioning high person he’s ever seen.
specifically because his bud would have him pretty chilled out.
it was a dead giveaway after you all had basically fought in an alternate dimension and all you could say was
“these vibes are so grody.”
your tongue sticking out as you fake gagged
on the top side, they had entered the upside down through your closet, surprisingly. billy and steve standing watch, while simultaneously hating each other.
the room smelled like your favorite scent and weed.
steve knowing the smell all to well while it took billy a minute to catch on.
not really liking you or the party but mainly was in it to protect max and also himself from getting possessed again
he mainly didn’t like you because while he was in recovery you told him he looked like “sunshine in a bar”
whatever the hell that meant
but he took it wrong and from that point resented you and your stupid curly hair
speaking of your curly hair… you’d hide joints in it
eddie was jealous he hadn’t thought of it first
mainly picking into your fro hoping you had a spare, which resulted in you two slapping at each others hands like cats in an alleyway
joyce had pulled her humorous moments from you
enjoying how you panicked not so much compared to the rest of the group when things were getting hectic
hopper was sick and tired of you being an absolute ditz at times
you’d look at him with so much confusion when he’d speak, he felt his inner cop wanting out
“ hey hopper, my pal, i get you’re a narc but this is life or death here… i prefer going out with a lil kick in my system yeah?”
he couldn’t stand you and your teenage madness
el had her times where you made her laugh even though she was fighting for her life and others
“hear me out primo, you got some abilities nobody else has. now does that make us useful? not at all but we’ve got heart. we fight, you fight, it’s fair game.”
for some reason pep talks from a person buzzed out their mind was a lot more genuine
it was even once with billy, the brawn, didn’t want anyone to see him panicking about going into the creel house
feeling slight guilt about max being the target after all her trauma…
hence him almost dying
“you freaking out aren’t you?”
“fuck off.”
“hey don’t be so sharp! if it were up to me i’d have you smoked like a chimney but i get you’re struggling buddy.”
your hand would lazily lay on his shoulder as you two sat in front of the creel house
he’d lean into your hand unconsciously but ignoring the look on your face
when the earthquake happened, your house basically fell apart
steve offered you to stay in his house
his parents taking you in with crooked grins because of the fact you were clearly a stoner
it was nights after the earthquake where you’d lay on his floor and talk about everything
“i mean… el is pretty rad. she closed an entire gate to a world just because the chick was pissed creatures were fuckin with her friends.”
steve would nod as he watched you blabber
“if you had powers what would you have?”
your elbows would be at the edge of his bed, eyes gazing into his before his lips would go into a thoughtful flat line
“uh… i don’t know what’s that one power rogue has”
“that chick with the white piece in her hair? so a copycat”
“no not a copycat”
“soooo a copycat.”
you’d fall on the floor giggling at steve trying to save his reasoning
after everything you’d all often help out at the school, sometimes going out and looking for any survivors
obviously you and eddie would catch yourselves sparking up
billy wanting in but once in a blue moon, as well as steve.
𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕
⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆
𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗃 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍.
𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝟩 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.
𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.
⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆
𝘙𝘜𝘓𝘌𝘚
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𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛:
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anything you’ve sent to previous authors of the same niche, i will not duplicate.
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𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛:
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feel free to send in inspiration media as interactivity does fuel my creativity ♡
𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖸, 𝖡𝖤 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤
𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼 ༞ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽
༒ 𝗀𝗇! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍
(𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎♡)
⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆☽⋆ ⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆
✎you were disgusted with yourself but why? why had the guy you’ve then woken up beside cause such a twist in your stomach that your spine itched?
your hair lay, thrown along your head as your eyes blinked at the human next to you.
that all to familiar feeling of raw skin on the bed sheets confirmed that you were in the same predicament as he was, his lower half luckily being shielded by the blanket and his curly blonde mullet partially sticking to the side of his face. a snore coming from his puckered and opened lips.
you had slept with billy hargrove.
right after you said to him you hated his guts and wouldn’t be caught dead in the same car as him but ate your words that following weekend, at a party which resulted in too many drinks to handle and your body acting impulsively.
your tongue darted out to lick your lips, the flavor of alcohol having a slight residue still before you made up your mind.
“get the fuck out before he wakes.” the voice in your conscious said to you over and over, body slipping from underneath his grip and then the cold air from his room stuck to your naked body.
you looked around for your clothes, head on a swivel as your eyes bounced toward billy every millisecond, praying he stayed a sleeping dog.
you’d managed to find your jeans and the white button up your sported before grabbing your shoes and sneakily leaving from his room. the house seemed to still be at a silent hum, as if no one had graced the day yet.
your feet softly padding down the hall before looking over at the wall and seeing it was 6 AM on the nose. your teeth kissed themselves as your feet hurriedly carried you out of the hargrove house. immediately grabbing hold of the fact that you didn’t drive here, and only billy’s car sat parked in the driveway.
you groaned as you then start to make haste down the road, eventually being able to navigate your way home. it was 6:45 by the time your now sheltered soles beat up your wooden porch. your fingers tapped along your jeans before you groaned, not feeling your keys and more so assuming they may still be at billy’s.
“shit!” you whisper yelled to the ground before your fingers found the loose panel in the shutters of your front window. the key being securely tucked in there before unlocking your front door, gently shutting it to not alert your parents, and immediately running to your room.
you walked back and forth in your room with your hands in your hair and your eyes scrambling for invisible answers.
“fucking billy… i fucked billy… billy fucked me.” you were shocked at the open admittance and the pure anxiety that mixed into your body.
now he was going to tell the whole basketball team he’d finally got a bite of Y/N. that Y/N is a total sleaze and would give it up after a while.
the millions of scenarios traced through your brain, over and over, nothing coming to the term that billy probably would never say that about you.
but billy was a dick. he had a great one but is was one.
you sighed as you shook your head, slowly accepting your fate before stripping yourself once again and walking into your bathroom. scrubbing your body of the night and preparing yourself for the next time you’d see him.
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a good day of rest had past. you’ve made up your mind that the best interest was to avoid him. don’t let him even see you walk to your car when you got out of class.
you realized that your keys would still be at his house but luckily your father was a over thinker and had a “just in case” anything, including extra car keys.
you’d had it tossed in your bag, fixing your hair and outfit for the school day before walking downstairs into the kitchen. your mother making some toast and coffee for herself before seeing you grab the toaster strudel she had sitting out for you.
“off you go?” she looked at you, her sleepy sullen eyes trying to wake themselves up as she slowly started to move toward the cabinet and grab a mug.
“yeah mom, i’ll see you when im back?” your teeth bit down into the warm breakfast pastry, bits of flake falling back onto the plate.
“no, me and your dad have to go to your aunts for a bit. she wants to show us the new patio her husband built.” she said with such a fake excitement you could help but slightly snort at her, a chuckle coming from her.
“well yall have fun.” you smiled at your mom, rounding the tiny table before placing a kiss on her cheek, making your way to your car and making sure to start your day off as planned. drive slow and get there after… billy.
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your feet tapped on the floor gently as your car had been stationary for about 15 minutes. billy was there before you, as planned, but he had been sitting outside chatting with some girl he was probably going to get a hold of soon.
your chest had tightened just a smidge before forcing the feeling to bury itself. you were supposed to be sworn enemies. enemies don’t hook up after parties, they argue and declare war for their egos being bruised. and to top it off enemies also don’t have sexual innuendos every time they come in contact with one another.
so eventually as you sat there in the car, you conjured the mindset to keep a distance away from him. no fighting, no eye contact, fuck it, your keys were just going to have to stay in his house.
eventually you eyeballed him walk toward the school, some people even unintentionally walking behind him, causing him to blend into the crowd. you got out your car, gripping your backpack strap and sighing as our feet started to lead you toward the doors also. thanking god your first class didn’t have him in it.
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about 3 classes had passed, your 3rd period before lunch you did have billy in there, but you sat in the back, swapping seats with one of the girls who was a fiend for billy’s attention. he groaned, noticing that some random girl had now sat in your spot and he had nobody to pass the time with. turning to look over at you, you on the other hand having his entire body blurred in your peripheral and not wanting to even acknowledge his existence.
which he was now confused about. you fed him his own medicine every time you two had interacted and now you weren’t even looking at him. he didn’t even see you when school first started, normally being able to spot your forest green bobcat from a mile away.
he had thought back to waking up in his bed, back exposed to the sun leaking from his window and the house still being quiet. he assumed nobody made it home last night and max had been out with her little party of friends, more than likely having a sleep over.
his eyes puffy with a solid nights rest but his body feeling that all to familiar feeling of alcohol plus a good body he had obtained. he woke up feeling utterly amazing, a lot better than normal and it definitely had him forcing himself to try to remember but he didn’t. the liquor fully doing it’s job but clearly not enough as he was able to make it home car in tact. and he made sure of that as he peeked out the living room window to notice his car in the driveway.
he’d basically walked around the house with his towel on, not really wanting to search for clothes until he sighed and walked back to his room. his foot immediately pressing down on something hard and jagged.
“shit, shit! agh!” he groaned loudly his foot flying up to be gripped by his hands before gently bracing himself to fall back onto his closed door as he then seethed.
he looked down at the culprit to his pain and immediately picked up what were a pair of keys. not his keys though… his didn’t have a random angel charm on the loop. his fingers gripped at the item, inspecting it before he frowned. he recognized it and squinted in thought before it all started to come back to him.
he had you in his room that past night. he had kissed you all along your body drunkenly and felt everything he had only imagined under his finger tips. yeah you guys had a history of saying the most heinous things to one another. hell you even announced that you’d eat a bowl of glass before you’d ever be nice to billy hargrove. he on the other hand mainly picked at you because he quite liked the feeling of being around you. your annoyance toward him was a weird thing he favored other than being flocked after by girls all day. hence if he did have a date that night, he’d mainly got to you to brag about it but also get your reaction to the person. for some reason he wanted to please you and your opinions on him. and here he was, holding your car keys after you two had fucked like ravenous dogs. he rolled the charm between his fingers, lips piercing in thought before his eyes skimmed over to his poster that leaned off the wall. either it fell or you two had caused it to be that way but that didn’t matter to him.
the rest of the weekend he had made sure to stay out the house, masking his fear of not wanting to get scolded by neil and also hoping max didn’t need to make any random trips that resulted in him being her chauffeur. which thankfully she grew such a closeness to her friends she’d not asked him for anything for quite some time.
but it was sunday night. the blended family of 4 sat at the table, billy keeping his mouth shut, eating the porkchops susan had successfully made for once. neil chatted with susan, the two of them still seeming like they were in the honeymoon phase even though she’s seen him be an absolute abusive piece of shit. max had sat on the opposite end of the table, her eyes focused on the plate and her fork poking around the green beans. what is it with kids and vegetables?
other than that, billy had finished his plate, excusing himself before he walked behind max, tapping her shoulder. “i’ve gotta ask you something, when you’re done.” which was his version of requesting her time to answer his question. he felt weirded out at himself for even asking his step… sister, for anything besides where she was going.
her eyes broke from her trance, peering up at him with a slight mistrust before mumbling okay, shrugging her shoulders and resuming her attempt to finish her food.
billy had walked back to his room his hands clasped in front of him on his bed and eyes running along the ridges in the carpet.
how was he going to ask someone younger than him about relationship advice? what was he even going to ask about you?
“what do i get a girl that hates me? no…shit… um. how do i tell someone i feel differently about them? how do i tell? what are you a fuckin’ idiot billy?” he mumbled to himself, annoyed at his terrible navigation of his sudden attachment to you.
time had passed before red hair made itself seen in his doorway, hands still slightly damp from finishing the dishes. “yeah?” max’s voice broke him from his overthinking, before he sighed looking at her. brows knitting together in annoyance before speaking his piece.
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you sat at lunch, laughing with eddie who was a year older than you. he was a senior along with steve but had to repeat due to his terrible grades and even worse attendance. now he was a senior with you and the rest of class 86’ seemingly not minding it though, seeming you had given him company while he received his influx of madness.
his shaggy hair shook as he dramatically described the past campaign he had ran with the rest of his tiny team, which were really a bunch of freshman who shared the same interest as him.
“then dustin rolls, doesn’t roll enough damage to take down the vampire and then almost cost his whole troop.” his smile gleamed at you before you giggled, a faux face of seriousness crossing your features.
“i don’t get it…” immediately eddies laughter ceased in his throat, mouth agape before his neck jutted forward and a confused look crossed his face. a solid “what” was going to come out his mouth before you grabbed a grape from his tray, pelting it off his forehead and smiling again.
“gotcha!” you teased which resulted in him scoffing and shaking his head again.
from afar you didn’t feel or pay attention to billy watching the whole interaction. the two of you looked as though you were a perfect fit and better yet you enjoyed being around eddie. your smile damn near contagious but his brawny feelings had replaced the desire to want to ask you what’s going on and to also talk to you. his body reworking itself to now be the iconic asshole, billy hargrove.
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𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇
help me decide
what power would you rather have
Fire (Pyrokinetic)
Time (Chronokinesis)
Shadows (Umbrakinesis)
okay so yall may be wondering why i’ve been slacking in the rory productions.
well mid september of last year, i was in a discord that was filled to the neck with rory supporters (i loved it) but when the news spun that he and sarah were no more i was curious. simply asking this discord whats goin on, as one would?
i eventually get into this incredible argument with some editor/supporter of rory’s named kay *can’t remember anything else about her for the life of me* and within that i slowly started to get familiar that some rory supporters are pretty fucking toxic.
specifically the death metal fans who watched Lords of Chaos and would genuinely fantasize about the heinous acts the members of that band did.
i was genuinely thrown for a loop that i eventually didn’t write for a good minute though. now am i blaming this individual for “making me not write anymore?” nah, but i will blame this individual for knocking me off my creative flow.
so i’ve been trying to venture out and write for different characters, kind of fearful of getting to deep into a certain community i accidentally make enemies.
as for the rory culkin community, i still love that man baddddd.
but as of late writing for his characters kind of been knocked down the priority list.
support me if you want i still love yall no matter what
Does this fanfiction make sense? Hold water? Not an ounce! Does that mean I’m going to stop writing it? Not an ounce! I’m a moron with a keyboard and half an idea and that’s your problem now. God couldn’t stop me and neither could my dad, and now I’m on your screen with another thousand words of whatever the fuck this is. Bon appetite bitch!
My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men
Don’t you ever forget about Ukraine. And Sudan. And Yemen. And don’t you dare forget about Palestine. The other genocides and unfair “wars” that the internet has kept tucked under the sheets, don’t go silent. Don’t mute and muffle the violence. Use your voice for the voices that have fallen because it’s not over yet. Don’t give up and don’t draw back.
For the breathing, broken, and fallen.
i know "gn!reader" means gender neutral, but, my brain always short-circuits to goodnight reader!
