“Yeah,” Jonathan breathes out. “I’m okay.” It’s not really true. But he’s still standing, so it can’t be a complete lie. Can it? Or, following Starcourt and the destruction of their cabin, Hopper and Eleven move in with the Byers. Life goes on. Jonathan struggles to go on with it. But somewhere along the way, between breaking his hand, getting to know his two new roommates while reckoning with the changes between his two family members, falling (further) in love with Nancy and Steve, and witnessing his new household become a new family—and also just because it’s always inevitable—Jonathan gets there.
WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE HORRIBLY:
1. You’ll never write anything if you don’t
devin kelly, all that wanting, right? + carmy berzatto, the bear
Lynette Scavo had a dream that night. It was one she’d had many times before. But this night, something changed. This was the last time Lynette would ever dream of me, and for her sake, I am grateful.
1.01 // 2.09
literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.
haircuts matching face shapes is a lie it's not real. it's made up
"i can't have short hair it won't look good with my face shape :(" yes you can and yes it will. that's not real
pain is not the only touchstone for growth
melanie martinez, womb / warsan shire, backwards / mary oliver, “blue iris.” devotions / jmfenner / nayyirah waheed / jenny slate, little weirds / @soapstore on tumblr / jenny slate, little weirds / ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous / sue zhao / @emmablowguns on twitter / jenny slate, little weirds / ottessa moshfegh, my year of rest and relaxation / @anariafortheendoftimes on tumblr / mary oliver, upstream / marya hornbacher, waiting / robert de flers
when people die early in a story but their death sets the tone for the whole story and to an extent sets everything in motion even if the story isn’t about their death… that’s good shit right there!
Lying facedown in adulthood today, which, while not physically possible, is very much the mood. Would anybody like a small Sunday sample of some writing, and if so, are there any preferences for which story.
Okay your likes are appreciated but none of you actually answered me, so here is a piece of the Steve/Nancy/Jonathan bodyswap fic. Enjoy! Or don't, I guess.
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“Stop preening,” Nancy says, annoyed, from the doorway. “You look fine. It’s not even you wearing it. Let’s just go and get this over with, so we can go find El and get swapped back.”
“Jonathan’s going to be so offended when he finds out you hate his body and his life this much,” Steve teases, turning away from the mirror.
Judging by the way Jonathan’s face pinches up, though, Nancy hasn’t taken it as a joke.
“I don’t hate Jonathan’s life,” she says, sounding so genuinely wounded that, for a moment, Steve feels like an absolute shit. “And believe me, I definitely don’t hate his body.”
“Nancy. Come on.”
Alex Newell in Christian Siriano at the 2023 Met Gala
i think it’s really funny when fandom people make fun of nonfandom people for not recognizing a fandom url. shit like “jackstanifold” or “strifesuccubus” or “hobocop” are not immediately recognizable as fandom references dude
“how did you not immediately recognize tumblr user ‘bigbluesoup’ as a fandom reference 😂” girl how was i expected to.
anyways put in the tags if you have a fandom url and how recognizable you think it is
“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.”
— James Baldwin, Conversations with James Baldwin