spookyfbi:

I just want my OTP to derrive meaning from each other in a way that would be incredibly unhealthy and codependent if two people did that in real life but is profoundly poetic and romantic within the context of a fictional piece of media in consuming.

anxious-m3ss:

“I hope this email finds you well”

First of all the only emails that ever find me well are from AO3

flowercrowngods:

shattered on the cliff’s edge, trapped by the tides

Summary: Steve Harrington, disgraced and disowned by his father for moral insanity, has been haunted by eerie dreams of a mysterious lighthouse ever since he was a little boy. His lighthouse quickly turns from recurring night terror to gruesome reality when his superior delegates him to fix the broken light and be the new keeper.

With only his clothes and a pocket watch that only ever shows the correct time twice a day, Steve makes his way up north. Robin, his wife for appearance’s sake, said to meet him there. But Robin never makes it, and Steve soon finds himself trapped in cold, whispering loneliness.

The locals claim that the lighthouse is haunted, cursed, and Steve — followed and plagued by terrible murmurs urging him to leave while he can, and faced with what can only be the ghost of a former keeper — is inclined to agree.

posting from 25–31 October

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halcyonhue:

thunderstruck9:

John Salt (British, 1937-2021), Black Ford in Field, 1972. Oil on canvas, 48 x 72 in.

soberscientistlife:

Saturday Sermon

miiilowo:

saw a stupidass take about my favorite guy but im being sooo brave about it

decidemp3:

STEVE HARRINGTON Stranger Things, 2.06 - The Spy

justspicysixthings:

stranger things + incorrect quotes // steve harrington

hangon-silvergirl:

pt4: st4 & shirts that go hard (+)

pc-98s:

i highly recommend developing an intense interest in some natural phenomenon or creature such as bugs or stars or mushrooms. you will be delighted every time you go outside

cemeterything:

*coughs up blood* how do i look? do i look good? was that hot?

amysnotdeadyet:

prismatic-bell:

mr-iskender:

theaudientvoid:

secretlifeoffangirls:

Just a little daily affirmation:

You’ll never be worse at writing than the people at the CW. Your writing will always be better than Riverdale and the SPN finale. You are a better writer

You will never be worse at writting than Chris Terrio and J.J. Abrams. No matter what else, you will never be the person who wrote “Somehow, Palpatine returned.”

Also, no matter how self indulgent and ridiculous you think your plot is, it will never be as self indulgent or ridiculous as Russell Lewis deciding that the murderer of the week should be a tiger roaming Oxfordshire in a perfectly respectable and realistic detective show.

You may never write “Blink,” but if you have to settle for falling somewhere between Moffat’s best and Moffat’s worst you will STILL never be the person who wrote the Sherlock finale.

No matter how much you worry your characters are OOC, you’re never going to write Captain fucking America leaving the world in crisis to go kiss someone else’s wife.