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I'm still alive, grad school is just sucking my creativity away. 🙃

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This is it. The final chapter of how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb. Thank you to everyone who came along on this journey and a special shout out to @didyouknowviggobrokehistoe for inspiring this work. <3

Nora was back in Sanctuary Hills. She stood on that familiar hill overlooking the city, her hand shielding her eyes against the first brilliant, horrific flash of light that ended everything. The fireworks display that hadn’t celebrated anything but mutually assured destruction. The air had been warm that day, a breeze carrying the faint smell of autumn leaves, but that warmth had turned blistering as the shockwave rolled over the horizon. She remembered it all: the rumbling roar that drowned out the screams, the rush of heat stealing the air from her lungs, the raw, unfiltered terror. The Bomb. The end of everything.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59063626/chapters/162333235

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We're in the endgame, folks. Chapter 27 of how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb is now live on ao3.

Nora’s voice broke through the chaos, steady but soft. “Deacon,” she said, her gaze never wavering. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” He froze, her words slicing through him like a blade. It was a lie. He could hear it in the way her voice wavered, see it in the tears she couldn’t hide. She was lying to him. And that hurt worse than the coursers’ hold. Worse than the terror surging through his veins. Even though lying had been a second language to him, she’d never lied to him before.  It wasn’t okay. It wasn’t going to be okay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59063626/chapters/161699377

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Link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63066688/chapters/161511658

Synopsis

AU in which College graduate Lucy and divorced Cooper exist in a world where the bombs didn’t drop.

Lucy MacLean loves her job, of course she does. She's nearing promotion, she works hard, and at some point, she'll save enough to replace her beat-up Ford and move out of her dad's house. When she decides to take a Sunday to get away from it all, though - to head off into the hills, walk the trails her mother used to love, she's expecting a few hours of exercise and a chance to reconnect with the peace and quiet of nature.

Instead, a split-second decision leads her wildly off course, lost and alone; following a stream in the desperate hope of finding safety. Uninjured but lost, she's found by the last person she expects.

Cooper Howard.

Divorced, illusive, practically a hermit.

When he offers her a place to stay, though - well, what's a girl to do but accept?

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The Companions Are Still FALL(out)ING For You! [They loved that.]

it’s that time of the year again, and since it’s been five whole years since the original post, i figured it’s time for a remake!!! i’m glad i got this out in time for valentines day, i hope everyone is treating yourselves well.

and of course, because i can’t improve upon perfection,

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Chapter 26 of how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb is now live on ao3. Brace yourselves, folks, this one's a doozy.

He stumbled, his knees weak, and they dragged him out of the room. His boots scraped against the polished floor, but he barely felt it. It wasn’t until they shoved him into another room—a blindingly bright, sterile space—that the fog in his mind began to clear. He hit the ground hard, the pain jolting him back into the moment. He looked up, squinting against the harsh light, and his heart plummeted. Nora.

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"I have heard the name of my killer screamed from the lips of a dying man, and you are not him."

Folk, of the cosmere fandom, I have a question. Give me your favorite quotes that are NOT mainstream. I don't want to hear, "Honor is dead, but I will see what I can do", ideals, "the next step", "you will be warm again" etc. I need your niche lines from different books that stuck in your memory but don't get brought up enough in your opinion. Some of mine are:

You know, princess, the worst part about being a mercenary is living up to the stereotype (it's so good in context)

I was a demigod for millennia. Now … I stand in wet clothing, shivering. (Leshwi, WaT)

Never let something trivial like a sense of humor get in the way of a good joke (Yumi and the Nightmare Painter)

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oh no my pornography is turning into an angst-filled character study

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sure why not?

Overflow by Linkin Park

Elevator Operator by Electric Callboy

Nu Delhi by Bloodywood

Hellfire by FEVER 333, from the Arcane Soundtrack (also Heavy is the Crown on the same album)

Disease by Lady Gaga

Brother Joe by Ole 60

Three Six Five by Shinedown

can u see me in the dark by I Prevail, ft Lzzy Hale

Gasoline by Måneskin

Alles nie genug by Revolverhead ft. Pimf

Tagged by: @sugargalaxies

Tagging: @witty--fool, @simps4deeks, @hpysprkl, & @thesinwyrm

Music shuffle game

Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same.

Tagged by @serbarris <3<3

Tagging @charmedcleric, @s0lavellan, @estevnys, @elfroot-and-gooseberries, @manuveninvhenan, @she-dwells-within-the-forest, @wynnestorms

Born With a Broken Heart - Damiano David

Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

Bobby Sox - Green Day

Grace Kelly - Mika

Wannabe - Spice Girls

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - Taylor Swift

At Last - Etta James

Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes - Fall Out Boy

Living in the 20s - Green Day

Bejewelled - Taylor Swift

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I wrote essays about this movie and the birth of video piracy it spawned. It is the most batshit series of events. Florence Balcome recieved an anonymous letter that told her about the film. Then she sued because she was destitute and they never paid her for adapting the work she owned through the estate. At one point, there was an underground network of projectionists trading it (and other "banned" films) in secret before the first public US screening in 1929. There was a theater that caught on fire in the 1930s and destroyed hundreds of silent films, but somehow, the pirated copy of Nosferatu survived. There's so much more and it almost makes me believe in divine intervention that the movie still exists. Go watch it on youtube, y'all.

I hope everyone understands that they can just...up at watch Nosferatu (1922) for free on YouTube. Like it's not "Oh I wish I could watch it" You can.

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Chapter 25 of how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb is now live on ao3!

Deacon straightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His voice hardened, an edge of steel cutting through the weariness. “I’ll kill every single synth and scientist in that goddamn hospital if that’s what it takes. Whatever their reason is? It’s not going to matter when they’re dead.” The words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. Distantly, Deacon recognized a vague sense of deja vu. Something within him yelled that he was slipping again. Old wounds re-opening. Victoria and Asimov exchanged a glance, their faces unreadable, before nodding. “Then we go,” Victoria said, her voice steady. “And we don’t stop until she’s back.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59063626/chapters/160654264

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yeah, I'm a fan of fallout, but that doesn't mean I want to live it just yet

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It's Groundhog Day! Again. In its honor, I am reblogging my time-loop fic, quicksave! Let's have a little timey-wimey video game romance, as a treat.

This is a shameless plug for my completed Hancock/F!SS fic quicksave. It's one of my favorites; very timey-wimey with some romance, angst, and action.

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Chapter 24 of how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb is now live on ao3!

They stumbled up the stairs, through the door, and slammed it shut behind them. The sudden silence was jarring, but the slight peace didn’t last. Nora turned from the door and her gaze dropped to the floor. Her stomach plummeted. The broken bow stretched out before them, the rusted metal slick with rain. There was only about five feet of a platform left, where they stood overlooking the expanse. Beyond it, there was nothing but a sheer drop to the churning waters below with jagged pieces of metal lining the edges, sharp and deadly. The already prevalent panic peaked within her and instinctually, she scrambled back against the metal wall.  Her boots slipped on the wet surface, and her breath hitched as her balance faltered. Deacon’s arm shot out and caught her with an arm around her waist. She gripped his forearm with a terrified force, squeezing even as he pulled her back from the edge of the platform.  “Wrong door,” he muttered grimly, his grip tight around her waist. “No kidding,” she replied, her voice shaking as she clung to him.

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Thank you for your patience.... here is your reward

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The truth of it 🤣