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fic idea where it's 1969 and Neil and Todd are living together (in this au, they probably graduated in '66, so they're juniors in college). they've both been aware of their feelings for each other since freshman year of college, but they both agreed it wouldn't be good for either of them to try and hide a relationship as dangerous as theirs, so they never get together. But when they catch wind of stonewall, not only do they begin to truly grapple with their own identities, but they start realizing that them not being together and loving each other isn't helping them at all, it's just crushing them.

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snippet, ch. 2 of dps falsettos fic

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

hi gang I posted my dps falsettos fic 😁😁😁 very self indulgent but pbtthhhh 👎👎👎

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INTRO POST!!!

hello I'm jacks/soda :3

he/him, resident tboy loser

fandoms: dead poets society, dan and phil, house md, the beatles, tally hall, gravity falls, marble hornets, svtfoe, the outsiders, Juno, dirk gently, dead boy detectives, be more chill, falsettos, gorillaz, nirvana the band the show, project hail mary, sfth, Ianowt,

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I am. a minor. if u are 18 or older I probably won't be moots with you I'm sorry

erm most of these are random posts...but sometimes I'll post art...or edits....

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[jacksonfromithaca]

80s dps au where Neil and Todd are both in a production of march of the falsettos cause ummmm I have free will? writing snippet under cut

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poetry!!!!! I'm being chased by walt whitman!!!! I thought of this blurb on the bus, it's my 53rd poem :3

There's something to say about that place you don't go anymore/ about that boy you think about who's nothing more than a constant/ about that hotel you never went to again/ about the girl who loved dinosaurs/ how you got a blue lollipop wrapped in question marks/ how you're smart enough now to know that it tasted like vanilla/ how nothing's ever tasted sweeter/ how there is an ache taking shape in your chest/ the shape of your house/ and you're going to have to learn to live with it

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something something transitioning is etched into your soul and something something some people won't be around to see who you become

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does anyone want a snippet of my book :p