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Dear fall out boy,
I really liked that video you showed us today. The claymation style was very cool. In particular I enjoyed the ghoulish creatures and the bright colours. I couldn’t help but notice there were 5 seconds of music at the end of the program. Could this be hinting at new music from your band coming soon? When can we learn more? Some friends and I are anxiously waiting to know.
Love,
Louise
Stay OFF my computer and my Microsoft word and get your ideas elsewhere, bitch.
Anon I am SCREAMING please DM me or something and tell me which of my posts hit one of your nails so I know what fic I hoped to exist is about to exist
Greetings, Programs!
I am writing this from the comfort of my beach chair. I was told by Flynn that this blog that I have access to connects directly to the Grid—so any of you can come and ask me things! That is so neat. Feel free to send inquires! I miss all of you.
- Tron
WHO SAVED ME I LOVE YOU seriously though. this fic is SO silly. y'all didn't have to love it. but i'm awfully glad you did. you are all absolutely the best and i am going to Get TF Over the fit of blues that was seizing me regarding my writing because that's four fics over 500 kudos and that is four more than i ever expected. maybe five more. i fucken love this fandom, alla yez.
Have not had a message from my good friend Jonathan Harker today and I am somewhat concerned, especially after the rather strange interaction between himself and the Count he related to me the last time he wrote. I have also heard no further from Miss Murray, which is rather disappointing. I had hoped she might share further details of Miss Westenra’s mysterious curly-haired man and her own journalistic endeavours.
Letter to my present self?
Dear me from like three hours ago: You’re always angstier before you shower. Please remember this next time. I don’t have anything to add right now though so peace out.
To the Anon who told me to hear FKA Twigs
Hey, I hope you’re fine. Why did you told me to hear it? :) I have a friend who was in Paris for her concert! But I need to say that I never had really heard a song from her before..
Random write to give an idea that I can write
Hands shaking, breath ragged, eyes filled with tears. Nothing could describe the feeling she felt at this moment, this moment in time, the 15th time she had seen their faces, screaming out for her to help them, screaming out for her to run and save her self. But she stayed, and watched, watched with unblinking eyes as the creature killed them. The creature was absolute darkness through and through. It would hide in the shadows and watch them as they planned their escape from the this accursed place. This place if death and sorrow, she had watched her friends lose their minds from the anxiety, the fear, of being caught by the monstrous creature and killed by it. She had convinced herself she could save them this time, she did so every time, every time she reset time, every time she had saved at least one of them but each time they would die a different death, tell her a different secret, a different regret, a different confession of love for another person they never got to tell. And each time she would watch the hope, the life, their soul, escape from their eyes as she held them, saw them, heard them, slip away into the darkness. And each time she would reset, only she would remember what had had happened to them. Or so she thought.
