Autistic MFers with ADHD will write in our journals in long paragraphs about their spiritual beliefs and political convictions but relegate personal life stuff as a footnote. Like I went on a rant in my journal about I had lost faith in the capitalist system and ended it with "also I Got a girlfriend now. [her name]. 1/22/2019"
Even in a private journal, we keep private shit to ourselves, least our future selves look at our own words in judgement.
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@dysfunctionalburden
*Yeets this at you* gaze upon the shenanigans your tags have inspired (and thank you for the inspiration, I hope you don't mind me running a marathon with it).
It is. far removed from the plot of Iced Tracks in several ways, though, I will say. Brain just. took it and bolted. And now this happened.
Anyway, one other thing -- this makes my 21st published work on AO3! Thank you all so, so much for reading my works and giving feedback -- you have all been wonderful readers, and thank you so much for your support! <3
Happy reading, beloved reader beans!
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thinking about horror film au marauders.. (tw. lotta gore)
lily the nerdy, bossy character that comes out with a giant axe and brutally beats up the killer/s to the shock of every other character
peter is either the bargaining character that tries to bargain and give the killer/s what they want just as he's about to die. or the character secretly on the killer's side that's revealed at the end
definitely giving wolfstar the making out whilst a killer is in their house/car/woods
mary, dorcas, remus, and lily all turning to each other wondering which of them is gonna die first, when they realise they're basically in a horror film cause of the black character dying first trope (i watched the blackening yesterday and the tagline "we can't all die first" gave me this hc. very good film. highly recommend)
sirius is the resident horror film expert that tells them what the killer usually does next (im imagining someone dying and everyone is just screaming over the dying body and sirius is also screaming but then adds in "this is exactly like that scene in wrong turn!"
the screamers are probably mary, remus, and james. not a definite though. i can see it being other people.
marlene gets the most jump scare scenes and emmeline gets the most hearing creaking and footsteps
james is the best at fighting but absolutely hates blood. feel like there needs to be a scene where he's like punching a masked killer and is doing SO WELL. and he gets the killer on the ground and is about to pull the mask off when the killer pulls out a knife and stabs at his hands and chest and shit. and he just screams and backs away staring at his blood until he faints.
as marlene dies, she clutches dorcas' hand and whispers "the lesbians never get a happy ending. apart from fear street... why couldn’t this be like fear street?"
the final girl HAS to be mary. ofc.
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you said max has sketches with lucas in his sketchbook. did he draw him in a soft way because he look at him with admire and think lucas deserve to be immortalised in art or in an aggressive way because he thinks it will helps him to get lucas out from his head (silly boy)
the later is more accurate
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I did everything I could as I tried to gain your trust, tried to
earn a safe place in the depths of your jet black heart.
But what if that was all for nothing, a war without purpose?
I look at you now, and you’re next to me in this bed
but we might as well be oceans away because you
don’t look at me anymore and you don’t touch
me the way that you used to anymore.
I’m starting to forget the way that you taste
when the THC gets to my head and I’m texting
him instead because he filled the canyon that you made
in my heart when you ran so far and so fast that it made
my head spin to think that everything you ever said
to me was a lie to keep me hanging on and pouring honey
into your light pink mouth, opened and ready,
until you found someone older, someone better-
someone who wasn’t fucked up like me.
""
Our friends don’t talk to me anymore
because they know you better,
but maybe that’s the way that I wanted it.
The less memories I have of you,
the less my heart hurts and
the less things I need to forget.
No matter how much I drink or how much I smoke
your hands pass through my memories.
Your thin lips paint pictures on my ribs again.
I still get the urge to bury my face
deep into the warmth of your chest,
feeling it rise and fall with every breath that you take.
""
Sometimes a part of me wishes that you would
come back to me, just for one day
so that I could tell you all of this.
I wish I could shake you, tear you apart
and remind you of the pain you left me with.
I pray that part of you is hurting now,
that you know how I cried and locked the doors
when you ran for the hills,
just like my daddy said you would
during all those boring dinners without you.
Just like my mama promised would happen,
because who wants a scarred and ruined girl
like me, anyway?
Who would want to love someone
who is so intent on ruining their life
rather than keeping themselves safe,
keeping her own heart beating?
Who would want to love someone like that?
Who would want to love someone
like me?
-As the flames burn out.
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