no fear:
“dovewing dies offscreen or in between books/se and gives ivypool a life of either forgiveness or the standard mother’s love in the case she becomes ivystar”
ALL THE FEARS
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i like feeding peoples' delusions, it makes me feel something yk
BUT GETTING JUMPSCARE FOLLOWED BY CALEB AND HIM RIZZING ME UP WAS NOT ON MY 2024 BINGO CARD
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i'm still getting a feel for the emp.eror as a muse ( because theres still so much thats being added slowly to the game ) but what if. what if i write a self indulgent drabble. for me.
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hey just something i wanna say, if you've been into f1 for a while- and you say to someone whos just gotten into it that we are wasting our time and the whole thing sucks now and why would we ever want to get into it Now? You're awful and your mother never taught you couth.
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Hello!🌸
sorry I'm curious, why did you put all your stories with a little padlock? (Just a question, I tried to read something of yours on my computer where I am not logged in and I was scared to see that nothing of yours appeared😅)
hello my little cornflake!! it's because i don't want naughty naughty robots stealing my porn <3
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the world was saved for now . once again , for whatever reason THEY had been chosen to carry the weight ( a weight that grew heavier & heavier he might add ) and subsequently have been spared once more. HAWKINS was in absolute disarray as they were driven through and for a moment , hopper forgets there’s a headstone with his name on it out there. reunions all around . . . they’d spent a few moments with their children before the familiar sight of steve harrington’s car lulls to a stop outside of the barely still standing cabin in the woods . THERE’S A HEADSTONE WITH HIS NAME ON IT : JAMES RICHARD HOPPER III 1942 - 1985 . it’s etched into the faces that climb out of the car . . . you were dead and yet you’re here . something else lies there too . something hopper remembers seeing in soldiers who came back without all their comrades , something he’d seen behind murray’s eyes when they’d lost alexei. his eyes scan the kids in front of them ━ someone is missing . . . all of their comrades did not make it through this fight & his stomach drops but it’s not something he can dwell on right now. not when all of a sudden a flash of brown hair is barreling into him , enough to make him stumble slightly before his mind catches up and his arms return the sentiment holding the other close. ❛ shh . . . you’re okay. ❜ voice is barely above a whisper as fingers card through the ends of hair.
ROBIN BUCKLEY had been a surprise , a welcomed one of course with their facts and their overall opposite demeanor a stark difference to JIM HOPPER’S and yet . . . they were just another child thrust into a world of horror they never should’ve been burdened with. he’ll hold them as long as they need it ━ with his own horrors lurking over his shoulder , threatening to slink around & take him by the throat , choking him out of the ��moment. for the first time in eight months russia feels far away , feels like nothing compared to standing here in front of worn , young , faces that were looking to him ━ to joyce for answers they did not have. ❛ i’m here . . . i’m here and i’m not goin’ anywhere , kiddo. ❜ repeated like a mantra , the words are murmured into an unruly bob before lips press a kiss to the side of robin’s head. it was obvious that something awful hung in the air something that would have to be talked about later when the shock of seeing a ghost wears off. TRAUMA STACKED ON TRAUMA . . . god when do we get a break ? when is enough enough & we’ve proven ourselves worthy of having a normal life again ? out of his peripheral , he can see the others & after tucking robin’s head under his chin he’ll cast a look to the rest of the group. A SILENT PROMISE that this was real . . . he was here and they would all get a turn. mourning seemed synonymous with family bonding and there was time to makeup for . . . things to apologize for , questions to ask , & traumas to unpack but for now he’d hold robin buckley and any of the others who needed it for as long as they needed . the world survived eight months without him . . . what’s a few more hours ?
* BUCKLEY , ROBIN @bukley prompted : ( hug ) - for the sender’s muse to hug the receiver’s muse after an emotional moment . / found family.
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making a youtube channel so i can upload my silly fmvs for other silly fans to oggle and the marketing and business language of the setup makes me want to find the next cliff and fling myself off it. im doing this for FUN! for F U N !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i dont care about ~~~brand~~~ or ~advertising profits~ i dont care!!!!!!!! fuck off go away!!!!!!!
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reading henry james' the portrait of a lady and it is simultaneously the funniest and most harrowing read of my life. isabel archer. look me in the eye. caspar goodwood followed you to england to declare his love to you and when you insisted you wouldn't marry he waited TWO YEARS for you to come back from your worldwide travels to once again proclaim his love and ask for your hand and in the meantime u fell in love with gilbert. osmond. absolutely unfathomable btw. and i get to the next chapter and theres a one year timeskip and isabel is ENGAGED? TO GILBERT OSMOND?
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