TiramisuIceCream

He/Him Fanfic writer I love tiramisu ice cream 🍨 I like the hunger games, the long walk, and some other stuff

[cinematicjourney]

The Emigrants (1971) | dir. Jan Troell

[annebrontesrequiem]

RIP Danjel Andreasson, you would have loved televangelists

[annebrontesrequiem]

The end of The Emigrants when the Nilssons knock on a man's door for the first time in the US and are met with a gun truly is an authentic First America ExperienceTM

[tiramisuicecream]

I haven’t posted in forever

low quality barker sketch

[ermathebest]

Anyone that unironically says that Collie Parker has anger issues, and is always itching to beat someone up for little to no reason.

You will begin coughing in three hours...

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

this and also there’s something very beautiful about watching in progress fics grow. shout out to in progress fics <3

[tiramisuicecream]

Fencer Stolson

Hank who’s always been told he can’t be a fencer because he’s too short, but doesn’t let it stop him and says he’ll make up for it with his skill

Stebbins who’s always trained to have the perfect physique for the sport

Hank who picked it up as something to do when he was a kid and continued with it because it was fun

Stebbins who’s convinced that the top fencer of the country is his father, and the only way to get recognised is to get to nationals

Hank who has an unpredictable technique, and the first person to really trip Stebbins up

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Stolson is taking over my feed which I’m taking as a sign that the universe(tumblr) wants me to write Stolson

[backyardowl]

Hey, @collie-parkers-carbine, here's a second cake to help with your flu 💝

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Barker fic based on this post from @collie-parkers-carbine !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81558921

[taylorrrbug]

MORE tiramisu pngs! .ೃ࿔*.・˚.

+ladyfingers!

[attheendhello]

you heard it. reblog if u support yuri

[collie-parkers-carbine]

Thinking about my handsome yet shy icon that is collie parker while at work

Hi Ze :) Collie would want to resist capitalism by thinking about him instead of doing your job💖 Boss makes a dollar, you make a dime- think about Collie Parker on company time :) I do this every day, highly recommend. I often ponder his shy lil face in the background...his all his smiles & giggles during the first bit of the Walk & his lil headshake when Pete asks if anybody wants his smokes are so precious to me....look at him....my shy lil guy....

[collie-parkers-carbine]

☠️ Art isn't a hard character to write, some people just only like to write white twinks and I'm tired of letting some yall skate by. Despite how good of a launching pad the community and or the trauma of Christianity is, they will just throw a tantrum

True and correct & you should say it!! People love to list excuse after excuse for why there are so few fics centering Art when fact of the matter is it's always come down to racism/colorism- Art's the darkest-skinned character in the cast, most of his strongest/most prominent relationships are with other characters of color & unfortunately the wider fandom tends not to care about poc characters when they aren't tossing em around with a white boy :/ Like literally what makes Art "more difficult" to write than Barkovitch, or Ray, or Stebbins?? Art's a complicated character with a lot of depth, I'm not denying that, there's a great deal you can dive into with him with his empathy, his relationships to death & religion, how he's in many ways a dreamer but he's also so pragmatic because of having grown up in such extreme poverty, his rare but passionate temper, etc, etc, etc- but the white characters who get so much more focus are also equally complicated characters. So why do people so often feel like it's "easier" to write them than Art??? Ultimately I think it comes down to this being a very white fandom and the way white people often struggle (consciously or otherwise) to see & relate to characters of color as people the same way they do with white characters, and this issue is exaggerated/worsened with Art in particular because of colorism :/

[backyardowl]

A message to the fandom: if a white, atheist since birth woman from the fucking Nordics (me!!!) can write Art, then so can youuuuuuuuuu!

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As another white atheist from the nordics — he is not that hard to write! Please!

[musketeerpilled]

hank olson you are so me

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Very short Art drabble for @collie-parkers-carbine‘s prompt ‘stars’

Art’s feet continued to drag him forwards on the road. It was long since the lengthy limbs had grown tired, and he knew that if it wasn’t for the threat of a bullet, they’d have given up long ago. The human body wasn’t meant to withstand these things. His uncle, having been a funeral director, had seen bodies and heard stories of all kinds. He’d never told Art about burying anyone from The Walk. Might’ve been because he was too young for it. 

His eyes looked up at the dark night sky, one which he’d gazed at so many times before. If he won this, he’d be up there, up at the moon and looking down on his family and friends back home, looking back at earth. If he didn’t win, if he got his ticket, he’d also be up there, he presumed. His wish and his ticket suddenly didn’t seem so far from each other. They always said that the people up in heaven looked down at you, didn’t they?

There the orion belt was. He’d seen it more clearly from a telescope once. His school had one, and the science teacher knew he was interested, so he let him use it on a clear night like this one. He wondered if he’d be able to see the constellations easier from the moon. Had his science teacher talked about that? His mind was so foggy now, most likely because he hadn’t slept in so long. 

Art knew Ray and Pete slept by supporting each other, but he didn’t think he could manage that. Looking at the stars was nice, anyway, and so he didn’t want to miss it. When would the sun rise? His watch told him it was right about 1AM, plenty of time to stargaze. The sky was clear, just as clear as back home in Louisiana, without any clouds to disrupt his view. He’d heard that in some places, there was so much light pollution that you were never able to see the sky. That seemed scary. It would be pitch black, just as he feared the world would be once he died. 

The night sky and his death felt closer than they ever had before.