somehow the poor cops who we were told are simply too understaffed and underpaid because of Woke to deal with 'rampant rising crime' have found the strength to beat the shit out of college students across the whole country for peacefully saying "divest from the country killing innocent palestinians in the tens of thousands"

oh my god you can't just drop a 90s romcom au and not expect me to go fully feral about it "it had to be you" for the wips? 😇💕

omgggg tyyyy for helping me <3 <3 <3 i just reread 'it had to be you' to refresh my memory about what happened and where this story was going and! not to toot my own horn, but it is quite cute. here's the start of chapter four!:

Once Hannah’s left his office, Steve moves some of the paperwork around on his desk in an attempt to find his phone. After a few long moments of searching, he finally locates it, thumbing over the screen and watching as it lights up.  Eddie Munson: look at this dog i just met Eddie Munson: Attachment: 1 Image Eddie Munson: doesn’t he look like al pacino Steve can’t help but let out a huff of a laugh. The dog does look like Al Pacino, actually. Steve and Eddie had exchanged numbers after their drink together last week. Since then, Steve has been privy to the following: multiple 2am rumination on what your favorite salsa says about you as a person (ranked by both texture and spicy level and presumably while Eddie was eating salsa); various photos Eddie took throughout the week, including, but not limited to, the weird things he finds pigeons holding in their beaks, any time Eddie spots a rat in the ‘wilds’ of the city, and selfies with hot dog vendors that have “the best ‘slaw in the city, Stevie, you have to believe me, promise me you’ll find him and try it this week”; and half-developed horror plots for various short stories and screenplays Eddie's working on that tend to scare Steve more than he'd like to admit. Steve would never say it, not even to Robin, but he’s found himself eagerly awaiting the chime of his phone for the first time in a really long time. Steve: Wow… the resemblance is truly uncanny. Steve: Seriously. Eddie: :)

you can read chapters 1-3 on ao3 here!!

i miss floppy disks tbqh

ok my top 5 songs from ttpd after one week so far:

1. the albatross

2. but daddy i love him (gay. so gay. the most obviously gay song on album 1.)

3. loml

4. the black dog

5. i can do it with a broken heart (this is SO camp)

we were talking abt brokeback mountain today and we ended up having a really great discussion abt queer cinema and the structures of hollywood that uphold certain ideological viewpoints.

and we started comparing jennifer’s body to brokeback because we watched that last week when we covered horror and this week was westerns so we were thinking abt genre in general and queer cinema in particular and how genre works to create cultural mythologies and provide framework to perpetuate those mythologies and by extension reinforce certain real-world cultural attitudes.

and we got on the subject of intended audience and how jennifer’s body is clearly intended for a queer audience even if that’s not how it was originally marketed and how brokeback actually is quite heteronormative in its focus on pining and suffering and trauma and i pointed out that brokeback is actually quite desexualized in a way that jennifer’s body very obviously isn’t. like, yes, ennis & jack of course have sex and that’s central to the story, but the way the camera shows us those moments (and mostly doesn’t) is important and a majority of their intimacy is initiated by ennis becoming violent even while jack tries to be tender. and i pointed out their play fighting at one point in the film.

and one of my male students said that that was still pretty sexual because they’re shirtless and wrestling (even tho this wrestling leads to nothing else in the moment). and i said “okay so when all of u get shirtless and wrestle with your friends, that’s inherently sexual? or are you only reading it as sexual because the two men involved are gay?” and these moments don’t arise often, where i can actually hear and feel in the room an important point clicking into place, but boy, this sure was one of them.

in the russian sleep experiment the guys only went crazy because the researchers told them they weren't allowed to have sex with each other in there

my job in the leftist commune is babybel unwrapper and everyone wants to fuck me

#notallswifities but swifties are genuinely the most hateful fandom i’ve ever encountered. they should be studied.

bro i nearly had a panic attack because for whatever reason i password protected some of my fic docs but not all for my fic and it’s been like two years since i’ve touched them that i don’t remember and i couldn’t open them and almost ended it all

but i figured it out lol abt to answer all my asks, yes, let’s do thisssss

he’s just so bitchy oh my god i’m in love with him

happy lesbian day of visibility. alexa, play 'but daddy i love him.'

the jerk store called. and they said. sorry wrong number. i love you

do u guys wanna help me write my WIPs? :D published and unpublished?!

u can choose from any of these!

monsters are always hungry—robin and steve find a mysterious tape at family video and become vecna’s victims (ring au kind of… there are two chapters up on ao3)

empire records au (unpublished but exactly what u’d think)

oh my love is a lie—steve hooks up with eddie after a devastating break up at the beginning of summer only to never see or hear from him again… until he shows up at steve’s friendsgiving party (fwb, pining, one chapter on ao3 currently)

all of me changed like midnight—eddie leaves hawkins behind to pursue his music career; steve is left behind, broken hearted. they express their feelings through the music they write for each other (famous!steddie, non-linear narrative spanning ten years—rewriting what’s already published on ao3)

it had to be you—when harry met sally au!!!!!!

always, help me!!!!! i wanna write. send me an ask and i’ll write one whole paragraph!!!!!

Eddie surviving and going to see The Princess Bride when it comes out in 1987—and it’s a tentative thing, still, between him and Steve; they haven’t named it, but their hands still brush in the space between their seats, and really if Eddie were pushed, he’d say that they both know exactly what they’re heading towards, that they’re just floating between the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. That’s fine by him; they have time now, so much of it.

And the movie is charming and funny, but it’s not the romance or adventure that hits Eddie in the chest. It comes on unexpectedly, every time there’s a scene with the man reading to his grandson who’s sick in bed: suddenly Eddie can feel the softness of the bedsheets he had when he was young, when the move to Wayne’s was still raw and difficult, and it’s Wayne who’s reading to him softly, back when stories of things turning out fine were all Eddie had.

“Let’s see… where were we?” the grandfather mutters, and Eddie laughs because he can hear so much of Wayne in it, that gentle, wry humour. “Oh, yes. In the Pit of Despair.”

Eddie laughs again, choked. He’s clawed his way out of that damned pit so many times. His breathing catches at the thought that it’s been over a year since the deepest pit of them all, when Eddie once thought that the walls were far too high to climb.

“Woah, hey,” Steve whispers, “what’s wrong?”

Eddie shakes his head, smiling. “N-nothing.”

Their row is empty, and in the dark Steve reaches out, fingertips gently brushing underneath Eddie’s eye. They come away wet.

And Steve gives a little shushing noise, so that only they can hear, and it’s him who makes the leap, easily turning the page into the new chapter.

To some people Eddie’s first kiss would mean nothing at all—in their eyes, a chaste peck of comfort in a movie theatre would be just a speck in the grand history of the kiss itself. But for Eddie, it leaves them all behind.

“Farm boy,” he murmurs, when the movie’s over, smiling because the great, terrible story is done, and he is here; he is here. “Take me home?”

Steve smiles back, winks out the corner of his eye. “As you wish.”

because this story was truly meant to be my masterpiece… my magnum opus… my folkmore… so.

i think that i’m going to work on rewriting “all of me changed like midnight” and reposting it with the vision i originally had for it before i felt so constrained by time limits (truly of my own making) that i didn’t write what i wanted to write and so lost all interest in posting…

i won’t remove the og from ao3 until i’ve started posting the Eldritch-Thrumming VersionTM but know that it’s coming… could be a year, could be next week lol