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The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) dir. Jim Sharman

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You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate, but haven’t figured out a single word because you didn’t realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do.

STRANGER THINGS 3.02 | Chapter Two: The Mall Rats

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 3 hours

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El Hopper + I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by Taylor Swift

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 4 hours

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One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!

#i feel personally attacked #queue it up

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 5 hours

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“I didn’t realize it was such an honor to go trick or treating with you.”

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 7 hours

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Love Lies Bleeding (2024) dir. Rose Glass

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 8 hours

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Samantha Robinson as Elaine Parks THE LOVE WITCH (2016) dir. Anna Biller

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 9 hours

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A shout out to all the writers out there who don’t make the rec lists or have all the buzz or get all the traffic and attention or kudos. Your work is still valuable and appreciated and loved, and without you and your fics, fandom would be so much poorer.

Keep on writing and creating and sharing your works. You have an audience who loves you.

#even if your audience is mainly just you!! or just a few people!#fandom #writing tag #queue it up

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 9 hours

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April 25: Murven, Couch

Murphy/Raven, past Bellamy/Raven, ~600 words, written in about 15 minutes, same 'verse as it is new moon and twilight

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Murphy has a bed big enough for two people, but he makes up the couch for her without asking or telling: a scratchy blanket on the bottom, with a ribbon of soft silk along the edge, the color of sand, and then something knitted, and then a blanket she recognizes from college and a couple of pillows that have mostly gone flat. Raven perches on the edge of his only chair and watches his careful preparations. She turns it around in her head: does he think she'll be more comfortable this way, or will he?

They slept together once in college--twice--but it doesn't count.

When he's finished, he pats the top blanket like it's all settled then, sits down and looks at her like he's startled to find her still in the room. Then almost immediately his expression settles: steady and appraising, narrow, how she knows him well. "Having regrets yet, Reyes?" he asks.

If she is, too late now. She's cleared her stuff out of the old apartment and the lease is up. She doesn't have much anyway; most of it was shit she and Bellamy bought together, and she let him take the plates and the appliances and most of the bedding, because he had another place lined up and she's bunking on Murphy's couch. So what's the point? It's just stuff. She won't be fighting over knickknacks in the divorce, in the broad sense of the word divorce.

She doesn't answer for a long time because she's picturing Bellamy in the second bedroom that used to be an office or something, because she's wondering if Clarke has that same drill-sergeant vibe around her even in the mornings or if she looks sleepy and soft then, if he'll fall in love with her, if Raven herself will feel jealous. If that's in her it's still a wave far off on the horizon. What she has now is shock, mostly, and that feeling that comes over her in hotels and airports and train rides after dark, that everything is limned in some strange light, that she's in a nowhere place and a nowhere time.

Murphy's new apartment and the couch he's made up for her.

It's his home, his space. She doesn't know where the glasses are. They aren't her glasses. Some of them are chipped and he tells her he's borrowing them from his mother's house, cause he's still working on this homemaking shit.

The crack in the bathroom wall, snaking out from behind the mirror. The way she can crawl through the living room window and out onto the fire escape and sit there until the metal digs in too cold against the soft flesh of her back and she can hear the whole city.

"Having regrets yet, Reyes?"

She flicks her gaze over to him. He's watching her soft-eyed. He knows how to do that, a look other girls have probably fallen in love with.

They used to lie half on top of each other, reading, silent. He didn't mind when she rested her head on his stomach. The day after the thing happened, the first time, she didn't want to speak to him alone because she wasn't sure what it would mean--on the edge of everything, anything, she'd just been playing pretend.

She slips forward to the edge of the chair. Her legs stretch out in front of her, and she squashes her hands between them, takes a deep, elongating breath in. "No regrets," she answers, and Murphy snorts under his breath like he doesn't believe her.

#ohhhhh love the detail of angst in Raven's thoughts #the jumbled anxiety of change #so good!!#the 100 #the 100 fic

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