still pissed that hawkins police were fully convinced an average 20 year old guy, with barely any muscle, was physically capable of doing what vecna did to chrissy and patrick and fred. like what human being can do that type of damage. use your brain
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Art Summary 2023!
This year was kind of a struggle art-wise (read: burnout) but I'm glad I stuck it out because I got to spend a solid 8 months drawing all the fanart I didn't have time for last year :D
Thanks to everyone for sticking around, and here’s to another year of art!
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my favorite memory of living in a dorm was when one of my roommates won fish in a matsuri game and the two of us walked like 20 minutes to a store to buy a tank and supplies for them, and then had to sneak them upstairs past the front desk bc it was definitely not allowed
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in hs my friends and i used to gather together to watch new episodes of house md like dads getting together to watch the big game . House driving through Cuddy's house was like our superbowl
CAR 1 LIVING ROOM 0
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i think i've finally come to understand why i'm so bad at communicating with friends 👍 at one point or another i've thought i was in love with every single person i've ever been friends with (for the most part, at least) because i don't expect other people to like me. OBVIOUSLY this is not true but platonic feelings are not dissimilar to romantic ones (baseline they're the same: you want to love and be loved by someone) but i always end up realizing that i'm not in love with them, just that they matter to me very much and i wouldn't know what do to w/o their presence in my life. BUT this brings me to facet number 2 of my awful communication skills: i hate it when things Get Real. i find myself retreating any time it seems like Something Could Change in my day-to-day life due to them being around and "forcing" the change. i run away from talking to one of my only irl friends on almost a daily basis bc i dread the idea of having to do anything she might want me to do. i think, at the end of the day, my problem might just be that i don't want to change... ANYWAYS
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We’re Not Made of Stone
As Wille and Simon navigate Christmas break and their return to Hillerska, they learn more about not only each other, but also what it means to be themselves in the face of grief, family, and love. A post-season 1 fic.
Chapter 7 is here!! I said I was going to wait and post chapters 7 and 8 together but I got impatient. Chapter 8 should be done in the next day or two though eeep!
Here is a preview of chapter 7:
Wille cleared his throat, reading out loud from the Powerpoint presentation projected onto the white board behind him.
“Three central themes that we identified in The Scarlet Letter are guilt, identity, and feminism.”
Simon stepped forward, pressing the arrow key on the laptop to advance to the next slide. “On the surface, Arthur Dimmesdale seems guilty because he had sex with Hester outside of marriage,” he said. His face was flat, his eyes trained on a point at the back of the room above their classmates’ heads. “But what he actually feels the most guilty about is not being able to take responsibility for his actions. He can’t confess about what he did. He never tries to redeem himself. Instead, his guilt makes him old and sick. When he finally does admit to his actions, he dies.”
Wille’s face flushed.
Read Chapter 7 here.
Or start from the beginning here.
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