not to worry, i have a permit

Just say stupid shit and mean it. Come on

Billy: Harrington right? i heard you used to run this school. Is that true? King Steve they used to call you huh? Then you turned bitch.

Steve: Hey, maybe you should just shut up and play the game.

Billy:

when did “lmao” become shorthand or w/e for “i’m fucking suffering”

lamenting my anguish online

*sits down to write a smut fic* The plot of this smut fic is that Character A believes himself abandoned by God.

one hyperfixated tumblr mutual has the power of six hundred thousand ad campaigns

will you love him?? 🥺 will you buy. hats.

“You should wear my shirts more often,” he murmurs as he rubs his hand up and down her side.

“Yeah?” Chrissy giggles again, pursing her lips together as she snuggles up to him, slipping her leg between his under the sheets as she slides her hand up his chest.

“Definitely.” Eddie sighs with satisfaction as he relaxes, looping his right arm around her shoulders as Chrissy pillows her head on his chest.

if we don’t leave this town (we might never make it out)

read chapter eleven/the finale here on ao3

You should only write in present tense with extreme caution.

not because it's bad or anything but because if you do it even once you're going to be editing the bits where you shifted tenses out of your writing for the rest of your life

if u write in present tense enough times in a row, you can switch this problem around & get confused when your present-tense narrator is talking abt something that happened in Their past. I recommend this bc it keeps u on ur toes

guys i made my first blackout poetry

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All other types can be seen here

bumppp T________T

if tumblr shuts down you can find me on tumblr. ill still be here. they cant make me leave

does any body want to ttalk about the character

the light, the heat

Karen Wheeler’s wood-paneled Grand Marquis rolls down Route 50 in the dark, jostling the eight bleary-eyed teenagers crammed inside of it. Gravel pops and rattles beneath the car as bugs continue to splatter the windshield, the dim, yellow glow of the headlights catching the hazy fog creeping over the asphalt.

“Chrissy, listen—”

Eddie’s sentence dies in his throat when Chrissy’s tongue darts out to wet her lips.

Damn, had he ever actually looked at her lips before? They’re plush and pink, glistening with spit and tiny, leftover sparkles from yesterday’s lip gloss. Then she bites the inside of her cheek and Eddie might as well be standing on the surface of the sun.

He wants to kiss her.

They’re quite literally hurtling towards death inside of Wheeler’s soccer mom mobile listening to Peter fucking Gabriel and he wants to kiss Chrissy Cunningham. 

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For @hellcheeranniversaryweek on this #hellcheertbt, my very first hellcheer fic !! my beloved, my baby, first of her name. so happy to be in this wonderful fandom with all of you !!

Welcome back to Hellcheer Throwback Thursday! Show us all of your:

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Tag us or reblog with #hellcheertbt to give Hellcheer classics a bit of love.

"They had lost.

Oh, Christ.  They had lost.   He’d killed himself for nothing, for fucking bullshit, just to––

Just to be sent back.

Just to warn everyone."

every star in the sky (is taking aim) a hellcheer time travel AU by makeshiftcandy ch 1/? | rated E

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"They’d won.

Christ, they’d won, and how did he reconcile that?"

chapter 18

Now Complete

It's #hellcheerthrowbackthursday and I am using that opportunity to bring up every star in the sky again.

I got some incredible commissions and gifts for this fic that left me absolutely breathless.

first we have MJ's gorgeous moodboard that she made me

I also commissioned honeymell (original post) for this incredible piece:

I commissioned unusualmuffin for a moment of the story's levity (original post)

I was gifted this absolutely amazing work from luna (original post)

and finally monsoonsummer created this beautiful book cover (original post)

not to mention every lovely, thoughtful, kind comment I received on ao3 and here on tumblr.

I didn't know this story would resonate the way that it did with the fandom, and I am forever grateful for every gorgeous person who told me they enjoyed my little tale of love, redemption, and victory.

letting a traumatized character have their happy ending where they can recover from their trauma will always be a thousand times more powerful than killing them off for shock value

— Cathy Linh Che, from “Go Forget Your Father,” published in Poetry