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womanipulatorr · 8 months
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eddie munson who watches you get all dolled up and pretty for him for date night in your mirror just for him to pound you infront of it when you two get home, cooing at you teasingly.
“awh baby, where’d all your pretty makeup go?” as your mascara runs down your cheeks :P
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edb954 · 11 months
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Imagine you being Will’s and Jonathan’s Sister:
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and Vecna/Henry/001 takes a liking towards you..:
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SOMEBODY PLEASE WRITE THIS!
Also your Jonathan’s twin!
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imean-idontknow · 11 months
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why hasn't anyone written a fic where the marauders & co are going to a taylor swift's concert and sirius thinks it would be a good idea to invite his brother and his friends SO regulus and james meet and they click almost on the spot and like, yknow, spend the entire concert vibing together SCREAMING THE LYRICS OF THE SONGS TOGETHER!! maybe holding hands?? AND SING THR LOVE SONGS TO EACH OTHER and everyone sees it but they don't question it because they just met right?? it happens all the time to just find someone at a concert and have THAT situation but reggie's had a crush on james since he was 11 or smth and james has always been SO INTERESTED in sirius' little brother to the point that he would even ask sirius to tell him more whenever he happened to talk about regulus AND AND AND it just happens yknow
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alengmae · 2 years
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That time when Billy and Heather got employed at the new Blockbuster store in town, sparking the old rivalry between him and Steve who works at the Family Video a few blocks down the road.
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bitchynerdd · 10 months
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YALL need to write some Tom Keen oneshot shit. There's none??? Along with Elizabeth? Like damn... im beggin
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vkusnoichoto · 11 months
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hi everyone. my brain came up with an absolutely absurd idea but. but i want to tell it here and maybe there will be someone who will write it or. a fanfic in which our ellie wanders from house to house and eventually her social worker sends her to the home of seventeen-year-old joel, his mum and tommy [ who this time is older and lives with maria somewhere... ] ellie and joel in a brother and sister concept. i got it.
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auroramoon-draws16 · 1 year
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Do you ever just stare at a game and go:
I’m gonna hyperfixate so damn hard on this bitch, you don’t even k n o w
👀👄👀
Anyway here’s Desmond on his bullshit again because we said so
This time Visitorverse fanfic inspired, (go read the series on ao3, it’s fantastic) and a bit of All Our Days
With a twist, because I’m special like that:
Des has both survived the whole solar flare shit and now has a boyfriend (Alex Mercer, Delsin Rowe, whoever the fuck you want, doesn’t matter to me, maybe both of the mentioned if you wanna add more spice)
As for how the past assassins visiting works, I’m thinking like their consciousness visit each other, sometimes by accident, but for the most part on purpose, and they age at the same time, regardless of how far they are in the timeline. This may have changed some things, and maybe that’s how Des survived, because they find out how to fix that issue much earlier on because apple shenanigans, who knows.
Anyway, it’s a bit afterwards and Des starts seeing his boyfriend(s) and it just turns into protective, but supportive situation.
Plus body possessing stuff where the SO(s) meet everyone who visits, it could be all your favorite assassins, templars, and everyone else, who am I to stop you?
Idk, I just thought it’d be neat, I know I mentioned this before, but this idea was my favorite
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house-of-slayterr · 2 years
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So I did this filter on tik tok about a Stranger Things story line… can someone please write this for me, I don’t think I can do it without bais 😂 so this would be if I shifted to the reality.
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My Friend: Vecna
My Enemy: Chrissy
Who’s Crushing on me: Max
Who throws a party: Angela (gross, I’m not going)
Who invited me to the party: Robin
Who’s mad I showed up: Chrissy
Who do I kiss at the party: Chrissy
Who’s pissed about the kiss: Vecna
Who am I dating years later: Jonathan
Who’s my new bestie: Steve
Who am I: Hopper (I’ll be mini hop, new bio kid or something 😂)
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faeriekit · 6 months
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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charlesoberonn · 1 year
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nonebinary-leftbeef · 10 months
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DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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hippielady09 · 3 months
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How has no one decided to use Taylor Swift/The Chiefs Dude as a reference to write Rockstar Eddie/Football player Steve. Please someone, anyone, write this???
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charliejaneanders · 9 months
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The United States has always been a terrible place to be sick and disabled. Ableism is baked into our myths of bootstrapping and self-reliance, in which health is virtue and illness is degeneracy. It is long past time for a bedrock shift, for all of us.
Long covid has derailed my life. Make no mistake: It could yours, too.
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etz-ashashiyot · 22 days
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No see results, we die like artisans
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littlelightfish · 28 days
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This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.
Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.
Idk, I love this man so much...
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