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this is the new blog!! 🤘😎🤘

WAHOO I DID IT

IM REALLY STRESSED BUT I DID IT

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The link to your new blog says there is an error.

oh damn it. If you search it then it should come up then. if not i reblogged all of my currents fics so look for "treebitchevan"

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the link is my new blog because im garbage whoops

https://treebitchevan.tumblr.com/

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alright y'all spread the word. i'm going to be reposting everything.

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hey! i absolutely love your fics!! you are such a great writer! could i request a zoe x reader where reader is friends with connor but zoe doesn't really know her and connor sets them up on a blind date because reader has a huge crush on zoe?? :)) thanks!!

absolutely!! // im a mess and im making new blog (same name, it’ll just be my main blog. so look out for that!!)

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I HAS A REQUEST FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN CONNOR KINDA!!! So what if the reader is Connor's twin sister and she is in a relationship with Jared and after he killed himself, she stopped sleeping due to nightmares and one day she is hanging out with the Connor project crew and she completely passes out from exhaustion and they are all freaking out and Jared is kinda pissed as all hell but still comforts her when she wakes up (from the worst nightmare yet) from being passed out. THANK THANK THANK <3

will do buttercup!! + im a mess and im making new blog (same name, it’ll just be my main blog. so look out for that!!)

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i made a complete copy of my f u c k i n g maine account just because i thought this would work i want DEATH

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fuck it in doing it now i'll keep y'all posted

y'all i know not many people follow me as of rn but just another psa because i’m a giant garbage pail If you get a notification from the user “pissedoffjellybean” that’s my main blog. i’m a big dummy and made it my primary blog and now i can’t change it. blah. thanks for dealing w my dumbass

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y'all i know not many people follow me as of rn but just another psa because i'm a giant garbage pail If you get a notification from the user "pissedoffjellybean" that's my main blog. i'm a big dummy and made it my primary blog and now i can't change it. blah. thanks for dealing w my dumbass

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This is a sas idea, but could you write an imagine were you and Connor were in a secret relationship before he killed himself (she's Jared's sister) and is watching the whole thing with the Connor Project go down until eventually she confronts her brother about it and kinda breaks down when he's all like "Why the hell do you care? How the heck do you know" and stuff like that and she confesses and he kinda comforts her? Sorry hope this makes sense? And it's a Connor.. Anyhow Thank you

holy cannoli this is wild i'll add it :^) thank you!!

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On the app there's like an add blog thing but I don't know how to do it through computer sorry... Maybe in settings... I love your blog btw!!

it's okay, i just found out there's no:)way:)to:)change:)it:) at all so my primary blog is stuck as my main blog. so that's SUPER FUN!!! i nearly had a heart attack just now because i created a whole separate "new" main blog and was about to delete my main on this account when i realized if i deleted this one, ALL of my other blogs on this email would be deleted too. :))))))))))) SO GREAT!!

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me x you = gay²

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also, does anyone know how to make a secondary blog (this guy right here) a primary blog? i want to follow people w/o having to follow them on my main blog ://

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y’all i love Connor sm but send in request for other characters too!!!

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hii could u do a Connor x reader where Connor is kinda of obsessed with her?? and she's like Zoe's best friend

ya definitely!!

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Happy Place {Connor Murphy imagine}

another request!! a quick note though: i want to preface this with a warning. writing about self harm is difficult for me, so i apologize to the anon if this isn’t what you imagined, i didn’t want to make it graphic (not the best word to use, but i can’t describe it any other way) So this is what i came up with. Plus, this fic is gender neutral!! (excuse the possibility of any lone female pronouns that may have slipped in, i suck at proofreading. hope you enjoy! request again are always open, message me for any questions, comments, or concerns. (:

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, swearing

word count: 1068

Connor had always thought that his closest friend, Y/n, was perfect. He always saw them as this ethereal creature, and never understood by they talked to him of all people. Y/n found peace when they met Connor. He distracted them from all the ugly parts of life.

    You see, Connor and Y/n were similar in many ways. They were both seen as outcasts and generally kept to themselves. Every day Y/n would hear whispers throughout the halls, shaming every aspect of their life. The rumors only escalated once her peers saw Connor and Y/n conversing. “At least the freaks have each other now, isn’t that cute?” Classmates would spit, deliberately trying to tear them down. This, along with other stress-inducing situations that were hurled in Y/n’s path, became too much. They couldn’t handle the amount of criticism they were dealt, and coped the only way they knew how. Self harm.

    The past few months, Y/n had become less accustomed to their old habits.They never confessed to Connor what they had done, but instead leaned on him for support. Connor always promised that everything would be alright, and those assholes at school meant nothing.

    “If they say anything to you again i swear to fucking god, i’ll beat their asses. You don’t deserve this. It’s my fault. If you’d never had met me you wouldn't be in this mess.” Connor ranted, his fists balling.

    Connor had always blamed himself for the constant bullying you were subjected to. It wasn’t fair. You were perfect in his eyes and he couldn’t think of you any less.

    “Hey, no. it’s not your fault Connor. Like you said, people fucking suck.” Y/n said, barely above a whisper. They hated when Connor blamed himself for things like this. It was absolutely not his fault. Y/n truely loved Connor, and cherished him dearly. If she revealed how much those words actually hurt them, he’d be completely crushed. Yet, if Connor found out that Y/n had been hurting themselves  in any sense, who knows how he’d react. Y/n toyed around with multiple scenarios in their head, ultimately deciding that Connor would be better off not knowing.

    It was typical June weather that particular day, When Y/n stood in their room, trying to decide what to wear. They thought about wearing a tank top. But then Connor would see my arms. Y/n thought.  Although Y/n couldn’t bring herself to not wear at least a light, zip up sweatshirt. They’d be suffering through the day, but they were doing it for Connor’s sake.

    “What? You mean to tell me that THE printer throwing Connor Murphy, never actually chucked one at a teacher in 2nd grade?” Y/n laughed, poking fun at the ridiculous rumor. “Of course not, You think me, especially as a little 6 year old could throw a fucking printer at a teacher? That thing was bigger than me, C’mon.” Connor retorted. He could never wrap his head around the fact that people actually believed that crap.

    Without thinking, Y/n involuntarily took off their jacket, now only bearing a gray tank top. Sprawling onto their bed, Y/n sighed. “Thank you for always sticking by my side, Con” Y/n said, eyes closed, taking in the peaceful moment. Connor said nothing. “I really appreciate how honest i can be with you, y’know? Before you came along, I-” Connor cut you off coldly. “Why didn’t you tell me.” He sounded...broken. You were at a loss for words. “Connor, i didn’t want you to worry about me, I did it for your sake.” Y/n shakily responds. He scoffs. “For my sake? Y/n i want to help you goddamnit.” Connor stands up, pacing around your room, running his fingers through his hair. “I-Why-...Fuck!” He stutters, frustrated

    You both stay silent. Your room, once a place where you’d come to relax, is now filled to the brim with tension. After nearly 10 agonizing minutes of silence, Connor walks back toward you, clear tear tracks littering his cheeks. He looks at you, silently asking for your arms. Y/n reluctantly obliges, outstretching their arms. Connor grabs your hands softly and looks up at you.  “Y/n, I’ve loved you from the first day i saw you. You’re my best and quite frankly, my only friend. You saw beauty when everyone else saw a beast. I can’t convey to you how much you mean to me. It kills me to see you do this to yourself. You’re perfect. You should never, EVER think otherwise. Y/n, Ah, shit.” Connor looks down, shaking his head. He looks up, and breathes in.

“ I want to hear about all your dreams. I want to listen to your dumbest jokes. I want to know about your deepest regrets. Your most embarrassing stories. I want to lie next to you on the grass and watch the clouds go by. I want to take you to your happy places. I want to be the person you drunk call or text to. I want to tell you how much you mean to me. I want to see you blush when i compliment you. I want to be in the bed with you, not having sex, just-just lay there and look at your radiance.  I want to stay awake until the morning and just sit on the roof with you and talk about stupid things. I want to get lost in your eyes. I want to see you be happy. Jesus Christ, Y/n, i’m completely in love with you and i’m terrified.”

By the end of Connor’s speech, he and Y/n were sobbing, holding onto each other as if their life depended on it. They sat like that for what seemed like hours, just holding each other. Y/n apologized profusely, promising Connor no more secrets, and promising him they’d always get at least some sort of help whenever they felt as if they needed to relapse. From that day forward, Y/n vowed to do her best to keep her head held high, no matter what happened.

Over the course of the next few years, Y/n had struggled with their depression, But ultimately they had come out from their dark place, and became the happiest they had ever been. Y/n had found their happy place.

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writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page