#1970s setting

[luvinaeverdene]

The Holdovers (2023)

Directed by Alexander Payne

[lafeae]

“It’s just a bit of blood. I’m fine.” 👀👀👀

At this point, I don’t know what a drabble is, and I probably never will. This was too big post alone, so here’s the AO3 link:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[bloodiedpixie]

Summary:  The year is 1977 (summer to be exact), rebellion against the establishment and groovy patterns are on the rise. Simon Snow is a 20-year-old outcast trying to stumble his way through life. With labor strikes causing job loss and the inability to stay in one place, Simon is used to traveling, and can never find a real reason to stay in one place for more than a few months. 

Baz Grimm-Pitch is a 20-year-old librarian, who (accompanied by his two friends Dev and Niall) is just trying to find some direction in life. When Simon stumbles into the Grimm-Pitch library and sees a very attractive man (Baz) reading a book on the register counter, they both just might find what they're looking for.

Word Count: 6360

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

So this a 70s normal au fic I’ve written, so far only one chapter is up which you can read here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28460262/chapters/69739998

and you can listen to the playlist that goes along with it here!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5edgzIeLCmzylazIzE36ny?si=YKhJFDwRSrmCq8DvHUElaw

[surlycakes]

Chapter 3: A Soul Deserves Better

By Rahel Gil “When do you start working at the Lab, Carrie?” “Next week, mother.” “Your father and I have decided to make a pilgrimage to Orange, would you like to come along?” “Have you ever been there, mother?” “No. My father, that is grandfather, never wanted to go back. He was an excellent mechanic and once he relocated in Philadelphia, he refused to go anywhere, and so did Grandmother.…

Chapter 3: A Soul Deserves Better

[firstoccupier]

The Bone Folder

Everyone knew Arts & Crafts was the ultimate slacker class—an easy A handed out to anyone with a pulse and a glue stick. Cassidy Bloom, with her pastel notebooks, glitter pens, and a voice that squeaked like a TikTok filter, needed that A. “Bookbinding? Ew, boring,” she’d said, twirling her hair in the counselor’s office. “You just fold paper and stitch it,” her bestie Rachel told her. “Half…

The Bone Folder