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the-pope-is-in · 1 year

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my ocs just keep getting less and less sane which i think is a reflection of a deeper problem but im so here for it

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the-pope-is-in · 1 year

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laying on the floor of this dorm room crossed out of my mind and it’s 110 degrees in my bed and 4 degrees outside so my roommate and i decided to have a floor sleepover with a bottle of wine and i can hear the city outside and we’re reading fanfic together lamenting the fact that we have to wake up in a few hours for class but right now it doesn’t matter because right now we are here and this is all I’ve wanted and now i am here i am here

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the-pope-is-in · 1 year

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but anyway i wish there was fanfic about him bc i would read the fuck out of that

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the-pope-is-in · 1 year

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I’ve decided this is now my twitter but secret because nobody can know who I am in the real world because I choose to be a walking enigma and I LIKE IT THAT WAY

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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family happiness

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗… 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎

what makes people do crazy things? fame… power… glory… greed…

love.

so maybe it started with cherie and arthur. maybe with cherie and julian. maybe it started on that hot summer night in the early nineties, before anybody knew what the future held.

maybe it started when he left. when he packed his things for a brighter future, and she sat on the front steps of her building, and she thought things could never get worse.

and maybe it started with the birth of a child, as so many beginnings do, but then again- it could've started when charlotte was four, and her life altered irreversibility without her knowing.

but perhaps it started twelve years later, when it all came crashing down, when the truth came out… when their lives spiraled so quickly, they couldn't even look back.

this story is about a family, but it's also about the worst things people will do for the people they care about.

"𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 … 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛"

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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gay book gay fanfic gayyy

welcome to popebenedict writes lesbians as a lesbian

pls read my new robin buckley stranger things fanfic on wattpad !! and happy pride month !!

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 doesn't have a bad life, all things considered

sure, she was born on the wrong side of the tracks… but her dad makes up for it with his never ending support and his unconventional way of "doing this whole parenting thing"

sure, she may be the only lesbian in hawkins, indiana, but then a girl with messy hair and a stupid uniform walks into her life and... that might just make up for it

"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?"

-- trying to get this done before the end of pride month… you know… for the girlies --

"Byers, we're having an issue," said Margo, walking two times as fast as usual to keep up with Jonathan on their way out of school the next day.

He looked down at her, alert. "What's the issue?"

"We may or may not be matching today."

Jonathan did a double take. Same black jeans, same black t-shirt, same collared gray overshirt, unbuttoned and a little wrinkled. Margo had stolen hers from her dad that morning. Jonathan couldn't help laughing. "And you liking girls is... still supposed to be a secret?"

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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gay book gay fanfic gayyy

welcome to popebenedict writes lesbians as a lesbian

pls read my new robin buckley stranger things fanfic on wattpad !! and happy pride month !!

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 doesn't have a bad life, all things considered

sure, she was born on the wrong side of the tracks… but her dad makes up for it with his never ending support and his unconventional way of "doing this whole parenting thing"

sure, she may be the only lesbian in hawkins, indiana, but then a girl with messy hair and a stupid uniform walks into her life and... that might just make up for it

"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?"

-- trying to get this done before the end of pride month… you know… for the girlies --

"Byers, we're having an issue," said Margo, walking two times as fast as usual to keep up with Jonathan on their way out of school the next day.

He looked down at her, alert. "What's the issue?"

"We may or may not be matching today."

Jonathan did a double take. Same black jeans, same black t-shirt, same collared gray overshirt, unbuttoned and a little wrinkled. Margo had stolen hers from her dad that morning. Jonathan couldn't help laughing. "And you liking girls is... still supposed to be a secret?"

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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poor as fuck academia

edx classes you forget about after 3 days

blazers and oxfords from goodwill (comes pre-coffee-stained!)

falling asleep after work instead of reading classic literature

going to the library anyways and struggling through the dewey decimal system

writing poetry during your thirty minute break at your minimum wage job

trying to turn community college into an aesthetic

kind of like chaotic academia without actually having the time for academia

because work

so merely

chaotic

#dark acadamia aesthetic #soft academia #chaotic academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #academic #poor

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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BLOODREDORANGE

I wanted you so bad

I let my friend take a needle and ink

And mar my skin with

The three best letters I think I’ve ever seen

And a scarred up face.

You asked me why in a letter

But all I sent you back

Were some books from a store you’ll never make it out to

And a lousy, broken “I don’t know.”

You’re weeds in the ground and we’re

Strangling every last bit of life

From the flowers they call love

Come winter, they’ll ask why we did what we did

And we’ll say what do you know about weeds desperate for the sun?

And they’re gonna die anyways

So sit tight while we pray it away

I’ll be gone when the sun comes up

And maybe I’m gone already

I’ll leave you oranges on the counter when I go

And you’ll wonder why but you won’t write

You’ll wonder why they’ve all got your initials

Tattooed on the skin

By a hand too shaky to care

#poetry #original poem #prose poetry #sad poetry #love poetry #poems and poetry #poemsociety #creative writing #sad poem #love poem #writers on tumblr #writing community #writblr

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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getting into sex work

I got a car after I left you, a Toyota Camry from 2002

And it runs about the same as you used to do

So I figured it was making me and you new

It shakes sometimes ‘cause I think it gets nervous

And I don’t have the money and we don’t have public service

Here in America, but it’s good enough

To serve us and people think

It’s kinda cool on the surface

So I make use of what I’ve got

And I’ll run it ‘til it rots and I’m left in the

Drought with only my thoughts to keep me company

And maybe I’ll visit it in the junkyard

‘Cause it feels like I ought

But you know I wouldn't be caught in the wrought gunshot of

The masses. It runs out of gas too fast

And it only plays broadcasts

I’ve heard already but it’s

Steadfast and sturdy and gets dizzy with contrast

The days have long past when we can hang half mast and I just asked

If you could stop getting tired so quickly.

It groans so sickly and dread builds quickly

In my chest with chemicals prickly

I wanna get out of this car so bad

It’s just too bizarre that I’ve made it this far

Without screaming what you are to the stars and-

Okay, okay, okay, okay

The car just reminds me of you, that’s all.

#poemsociety #sad poem #poems and poetry #love poem #original poem #poems on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #prose poetry #love poetry #sad poetry #poetry

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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VILLAINY

So will you teach me how to be a villain, and I’ll see me through your eyes

Sometimes I figure that I try to be too nice

And I’ve never been myself around anyone but the girl

Who lives in another state now

and I’ll probably never see her again but I’ll be okay.

‘Cause I keep my curtains closed and let my skin become so white

That when I step outside I burn in the bitter winter light

So will you teach me how to be a villain so I believe in my mind

And I can watch a scary movie without crying through the night

And stop myself from being sorry for just making up my mind

I just want to exist for the next ten minutes or twenty minutes or maybe an hour

And say something that’s mine and not the mask I’ve gotten so used to covering my face in

I’ll wrap myself in it like a blanket with a little hole to peak my eyes

But when the night gets too painful, I’ll hide away,

And we’ll call it a tie.

So can you teach me how to be a villain?

Not a warrior or a fly

Just an enemy to give someone a purpose to their fight

For a cause it takes an entire book to justify

And when at last they win

I’ll take my final bow and whisper goodbye

So will you teach me how to be a villain?

So when I’m old, I’ll know I did something right.

#sad poetry #prose poetry #original poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #new poets society #poems and poetry #writers and poets #poemsociety #sad poem

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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train song no. 1

#love poetry #sad poetry #prose poetry #poems and poetry #spilled poem #sad poem #poemsociety #original poem #creative writing

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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#poemsociety #poems and poetry #love poem #original poem #sad poem #spilled poem #love poetry #sad poetry #prose poetry #poetry #creative writing

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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poem.

#love poetry #sad poetry #prose poetry #poetry #original poem #poems and poetry #poemsociety #creative writing #female writers

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the-pope-is-in · 2 years

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it’s called COLDHARDCASH and- and yeah that’s about it.

I am two hands and a heart pumping blood

So if I am so whole, why am I not the daughter you wanted?

I asked my mom if she thought I was good

And I stole a line from a song she’d never heard

I don’t know if you know this, but I think I’m slipping

Not like I’m tripping, more like I’m falling

Head first into the pond my parents took me to when I was five

And back then I didn’t know that someday I’d wanna die

I’ve never loved anyone in my life

Someone said it’s cause I don’t love myself

But that’s not true… right?

Anyways, I have lungs and a brain and feet to walk on

So why is it not enough?

You could pry my property from my cold, lifeless hands

And as long as I’m skinny, I know I’ll be enough for any man

But something’s got to give, and when that slips too

I’ll be falling to the things our world never knew

I’ll see things and when I come back, I’ll misconstrue

Your silly little minds to create something new

Because I’ve never painted in a color but blue

And if I tried it, who knows? Perhaps I’d create something true

In the swirling laughter of the gaping fanged up masses

All I’ve ever wanted is to walk through and pass it

Pass it all up, my head held high

My hands not shaking, my eyes not wild

And is it so impossible to do without lying in the earth, and screaming at the moon

And waiting for the shelter of the windswept dunes

To cover me up, a fossil for them to do

With their cheeks so red and their skin so raw

I didn’t have it in me to shout or to claw

So I let them have their way, then I lay in the bay

The ocean roared louder than the dreams we once obeyed

We let them go once, I don’t remember which day

But I think about them sometimes when I’m trying not to walk away

But I’ll walk away soon, you can see it coming clear as can be

Lately I’ve been trying to act a little mean

So maybe when I punch you in the gut, my hand will come out clean

And we’ll break it off without excess pain

Then I’ll walk away, like I do every time you blink

This time perhaps I’ll feel a little faint

My hands might shake, my stomach might twist

But at least you’ll be safe from the sickness that persists

From my words that cut deep, but I don’t feel a thing

Let’s be honest, I’ve never cared much for leaving evidence at the crime scene

Where I shot you dead, then whispered at your ear

“Oh, honey, don’t worry. It’s not you, it’s me.”

#poetry #original poem #original work #creative writing #prose poetry #relationship #love poem #sad poetry #love poetry

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the-pope-is-in · 3 years

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upcoming works

if anyone here has read/enjoyed my fics , I just wanted to post my ENTIRE drafts to let you know what’s coming next (I can’t promise I’ll get around to all of these, but if there’s any you want me to prioritize , just let me know)

in no specific order

Legolas Greenleaf (LOTR) - based more off of the movies than the books. oc is half elf half sorceress and she goes on Bilbo’s adventure .. eventually meeting Legolas in mirkwood and then fighting with him in the battle of five armies. after the battle, she finds him again and begs him to take her with him because she doesn’t want to go back to her old life again. they go on a bunch of adventures. oc is besties w aragorn.

Lemony Snicket (ASOUE) - as in his entity as a character in the series, not the author himself (more the tv show than the books even though the books were my ENTIRE childhood) ((the author’s actual name is daniel handler and he’s a lovely person)) anyways,

my advice for you first and foremost is to never fall in love with a writer

especially if that writer is a prominent member of a secret organization

especially especially if said writer is committed to uncovering and documenting the sad lives of three orphans, the children of a past lover who has died tragically

my name is odessa denouement and I am begging you to put this book down and go read something more pleasant, such as the littlest elf or a story that doesn't involve pain, suffering, and a general lack of morals

odessa and lemony meet when their VFD missions overlap and they’re forced into a number of highly dangerous situations together. features a tragic ending.

Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood (HP) - because we all know they were in love. probably their last years of hogwarts into the second war. focuses a lot on percy going to the dark side. probably pretty angsty.

Will Turner (POTC)- oc is Jack Sparrow’s daughter. she’s super cool. raised by pirates. best parental relationship I’ve ever written (I usually go for the really shitty parent trope, but this time their relationship is rlly soft and makes me happy) anyways, she falls in love with will turner and it’s hot.

Beatrice and Phillipa (HP) - cute lesbians in gryffindor (golden trio era). should probably read my bill weasley series first because it’s a spinoff. would probably be their fifth year to sometime around the end of the war. main focus would be bea’s shift to the dark side.

FP Jones (Riverdale) - gotta preface this one with the fact that I hate riverdale as much as the next guy (sorry riverdale fans) I mean . the show’s insane. BUT FP is what got me through it. so this is the story of him and jughead’s mom in the 80s , then there’s a time jump to the first or second season. going to be short but cute.

Steven Hyde (that 70s show) - NOT played by d*nny m*sterson. anyways, oc moves to point place from nyc with her mom (who kinda sucks -yes, we’re back to the shitty parent trope-) falls for hyde and it’s rly angsty. at some point she lives in hyde’s old house but i’m not sure exactly when bc idk what season I want to start the season on. she’s also best friends with jackie because I’m in love with jackie.

Regulus and Marlene (HP) - umm so to be completely honest I don’t know what the plan was for this one. the only thing it says in the draft is “marlene is a slytherin”. I think I was high when I made it. but I feel like there’s some sort of potential there so we’ll see what happens.

Remus Lupin (HP) - either wolfstar or a slytherin oc or maybe regulus I don’t know. I have some ideas for scenes, but no specific people or genders or really any details at all. I just know I’m in love with remus and want to write about him and his sweaters.

Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) - oc and jesse keep meeting by chance. first it’s because she’s staying at his parent’s house out of necessity (ep 2), then it’s because she’s Jane’s roommate, then it’s at Jane’s funeral. they keep saying they’re parting ways. that they’ll never see each other again, but it doesn’t work. one way or another, they’ll end up together.

Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprout (HP) - one of my fav ships ever. would start in their sixth year and there would be a few major time jumps over the course of the story. very soft relationship.

Peter Parker (MCU) - oc has powers over the elements. recruited to the avengers by tony stark. in the process of said transition, hydra attacks her family and oc is filled with rage. throughout the story, she lives with different members of the avengers (she moves around a lot) and she and peter have a friends to lovers sort of thing.

Daniel Desario (Freaks and Geeks) - charlotte’s been friends with the freaks since she was a kid. she’s been on-again-off-again dating nick since middle school, she has mixed feelings about kim, ken is her favorite person ever, and she is hopelessly in love with Daniel. when lindsay comes into the picture and things shift dramatically, charlotte finally has the chance to shoot her shot.

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - word for word what I have in my drafts:

ummmmm so we've got a main character named ummmmmm sophie or phoebe or something and shes like blonde and short and only three months older than reid and sup super smart like with math and science and stuff and she graduated early and has a doctorate and is smart and stuff but doesnt really tell anyone and looks kinda sloppy and has a really relaxed attitude and we love her - she almost dropped out of high school because she was bored but then agent gideon was like dude come on ill give u a job (or something?)

oh and her parents and little brother died in a fire when she was eight only her older brother survived and they are super close she loves him so much but she has some trauma from constantly being sent to foster homes where nodbody wanted to keep her bc shes difficult and also like watching her parents die so she has a HUGE fear of fire and an irrational fear of big dogs

ANYWAYS starts off with her at her house and she's just hangin she has a cat and she's making herself dinner and she's one of those super cute single bi girls who likes her plants and her music and her science bookstore

friends in college story (an original work) - okay so I wanna go to film school (I want to be a screenwriter) and this is an original script I’ve been working on but I might adapt parts of it to a story. basically it’s like a dark academia sitcom where a bunch of liberal, progressive kids go to this rural, ultra-christian college for different reasons and find each other and become the ELITE friend group. obviously it would have a better name than the “friends in college story” although now it’s sort of growing on me

the new tragedy (an original work) - “sometimes i need to remind myself that you existed. You were real, you were so real. your hair was real, your crooked smile was real. the way you couldnt talk in the morning before you’d had your coffee, or how you could never get to sleep at night without an episode of whatever show you were obsessing over in the moment. oh my god. you were real.

she looked like death. the guy, not the concept. sallow skin and dark, sunken eyes that absorbed all of the light and trapped it, holding it hostage and never letting it out. when she smiled, the light poured all over her, like she was taking a shower in it. when she frowned, she looked like a storm cloud. I loved her. I loved her so much.

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