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wander-wren · 10 months
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soooo.....just testing the waters, not sure what to do yet if anything, but pre-musk i was using twitter to attempt to promote my original fiction (i do that, btw, i'm not sure if i ever talked about it here), and now of course twitter is...twitter.
i took a break in november to return to tumblr instead and focus on fandom, which has been great, but i tried going back to twitter at the beginning of the month and it's...boring. aggressively curating my bubble so i don't fall into the pits of despair just makes it boring.
twitter is, unfortunately, a bit of an industry hub, but it's also dying and i'm no good at it, so i'm not exactly tempted to stay. i'm considering moving my original stuff to tumblr as well maybe?
i write primarily YA fantasy, sometimes scifi. my biggest project right now is Other Lost Things, a sort of Six of Crows-inspired story about a bunch of magical teenagers running from their various pasts who band together temporarily in order to get to safety. things go wrong (or right, depending on how you look at it) from there.
my main dilemma right now is that i can either make a new blog or sideblog for my writing and keep it separate from my main, and run the risk of it boring me/not going anywhere, or i can mix it into my main and risk annoying people who came for fandom things.
i'm still not sure if i even want to bring that work to tumblr, i'm not really a huge fan of being a writeblr, but i don't know what else to do with myself at this point. this writer thing is hard enough and now you want me to do my own marketing?? gross.
so, uh, thoughts? i'm not going to make a poll right now, just, if you made it to the end of this, consider letting me know if you'd vibe with hearing me talk about my other wips sometimes.
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fefairys · 4 months
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getting real fed up with my peers treating teenagers like shit. how did you forget so fucking quickly what it's like to be them. shame on you.
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machinerot · 3 months
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the-chaos-goose · 2 years
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foe-paw · 4 months
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YOU THOUGHT THAT YOU COULD OUTSMART THE VERY THING THAT RUNS THE BLOOD OF YOUR KIND?
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rudeguacamole · 2 months
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POV: You're having a tea party with the King of Hearts.
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This was meant to be posted on Valentines, but me forgor 💀 Anywayzz, I hope y'all had a wonderful Valentines!! q(≧▽≦q) 💘💘
Royal! AU made by @neonross!!
Close up!↴
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junebugdunes · 4 months
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mark vs customer service
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starrystevie · 4 months
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eddie isn't sure when steve becomes a synonym for safe. isn't sure how someone he actively avoided in crowded hallways morphs into a pair of eyes he seeks out when things are too much. isn't sure what it is about steve harrington that has him gravitating towards a once was king. it just suddenly is.
steve's a steady hand on his shoulder, a gentle nudge with the toe of his shoe to get him up and moving. he's a barely there smile reassuring him that things are okay, will be okay, could be okay if they keep trying to get to whatever okay could be.
steve's there for all of them, he always has been. he's the one that every single one of their ragtag bunch runs to in their own ways because steve's strong in his own way and can take away bits of their pain and fear and hide it behind his armor so it can't hurt them anymore.
but he's different for eddie. he's more quiet, more sturdy. what would be smiles for el and a crass joke for dustin and a carefully crafted hug for robin is soft silence for eddie. maybe it's because he's the tiniest bit younger than eddie, maybe it's because he's newer, maybe it's because he put eddie back together with strong hands and an even stronger will and saw the quivering underbelly that he hides away from everyone with wide grins and overwhelming flair.
everyone except steve, apparently.
whatever it is, eddie searches for it with every chance he can. he slides closer to steve when crowds get too loud looking between their feet to make sure he isn't too close but can still feel the heat radiating off of his bare arms. he looks up to see steve's eyes on him when eddie's gone quiet, throwing him a small smile and hoping it catches. he holds onto steve's quiet acceptance of a shitty mixtape in the car when eddie needs loud, needs angry, because he feels loud, feels angry.
but then it changes.
whatever they used to be isn't a factor anymore. whatever they used to be starts to bleed into steve's fingertips against bare skin, feeling his heartbeat through paper thin veins like he's trying to remind himself that eddie made it. that he himself made sure that eddie made it.
eddie does know when that change happens, though. knows when they go from never touching to always touching. knows when it changes from the steve and eddie that are two separate thoughts to the steveandeddie that can only ever be said within the same breath.
it's just that he was so tired and steve was sitting on his ratty little twin bed in his ratty big city apartment and steve was safe. steve meant safe. steve was the hands that held him together in a nightmare world and the air in his lungs when he couldn't breathe on his own.
so it all seemed to make sense for him to crawl onto the bed, rucking up the well worn quilt that he stole from wayne under his bony knees, and settle his head onto the legs that carried him out of the upside down into a world where steve was a security blanket in and of himself.
and as eddie stared up at the ceiling with his curls draped over steve's lap, he felt when it all clicked. felt the thighs he was laying on tense and then fall, felt the hand holding crumpled magazine pages come to rest gently on his chest, palm covering his racing heart. but most of all he felt when steve looked at him, gaze landing on his face and covering him like a balm over a burn.
he looked back, because eddie always looks when steve needs him, and quickly realized he was steve's safe, too. eddie might not be sure when steve becomes a synonym for safe, but that doesn't matter. not anymore. not when eddie can be that for him, too. not when he can learn what steve needs and when he needs it. he's a joke when steve's mind starts spiraling. he's the loud of a shitty mixtape to make him smile as he sings off key when they drive. he's a hand in his hair, pulling him in to rest against his chest when there's bats and russian doctors and max's broken body clouding his vision.
eddie still crawls into his lap when he feels that bone tiredness pulling at his limbs. steve still shoves his face into eddie's chest when he has to clear away the ghosts hiding in his eyes. they still let their fingertips brush over pulse points when they need little reminders. and when they need to be wrapped up by each other, held together with hands that are gentle and unspoken promises, eddie knows they'll both go with open arms.
because they make each other feel loved, make each other feel real, make each other feel safe.
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lesbianralzarek · 7 months
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shininas-ideals · 6 months
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The meanest meanie
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harlepinyo · 13 days
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My universe.
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astrobei · 1 month
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make me long for your kiss
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intotheelliwoods · 9 months
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Back on my huggy leo nonsense :)
Similar to one of those reptile heat rocks, id imagine a nicely heated metal arm also feels very nice! Turtles and all
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hettolandija · 4 months
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Misha at JIB 2010
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applejuicehq · 1 month
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looptrain
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bonus original sketch <3
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ryssbelle · 2 months
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Floyd walking out of his room in the bunker like he didn't just spend the last 16 hours straight crying
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