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THE WAY I SCREAMED-

This is so amazing and beautiful!!!

(it’s me from ao3 btw)

I read your fic and the look Rocky gave her was so vivid to me that I had to draw it somehow.

Bro you captured it perfectly

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THE WAY I SCREAMED-

This is so amazing and beautiful!!!

(it's me from ao3 btw)

new headcanon that rocky struggles with math because he didn’t learn anything beyond basic division and never needed to know and never wanted to read about it, but freckle had to study math a lot and he did very well in it. show rocky an exponent and he doesn’t know why the number has a tiny number friend floating near it while freckle still remembers how to calculate the volume of any basic 3D shape without needing to look it up. he’ll probably need a pencil and paper but he can remember the process.

at the same time, rocky has a massive vocabulary and can remember practically any obscure english word without struggling, whereas freckle is constantly going “uhh— that thing— you know— that goes like this?” and Rocky is like “the ironing board? :D” and he’s like “YES, the ironing board” and it might have something to do with the fact that rocky always talked for him growing up and was always the one to ask and explain everything.

Ah, yes. Another headcanon to live in my head rent-free

*reads fanfiction with the most incredible description, most incredible inner monologue, most incredible dialog, most incredible pacing, most incredible world building, and just most incredible writing*

*looks at my own shrimpy writing skills*

*looks back at incredible fanfiction*

*blinks*

*shakes it with unyielding force*

"HOW DO I DO THAT?!?!?!??!?!!?"

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

Leyendecker study with Nina, Rocky, and Freckle

*Scrolling on my phone and seeing a writing meme*

"Oh wow this is so funny!" I say as my story collects dust in the background

Who else wants to see more of Rocky and Nina’s relationship? There’s a lot to unpack. Tracy has said that they love each other, but that Nina doesn’t like being around Rocky. I’m sure Rocky is still eager to please her. He said that she “tolerates his face in small doses”, he’s clearly aware that they have a strained relationship. She took him in when his mother was ill and took care of him until she kicked him out when he was sixteen. Four years later, he moved back to St. Louis and visits her to shower and do laundry, but he’s not very welcome at her house. She used corporal punishment on him and will still lay her hands on him if he makes her angry. But she loves him and she raised him, I wonder what she truly thinks of him and what kinds of experiences they’ve had together.

Writers be like... This character is literally my child. 

Also writers...  Anyway, here’s their trauma. Hope it wrecks them properly this time.

Sometimes I look at my characters there, so happy, and I think...

"What if I kill one of them?—"

I know Rocky is the kind of person to completely ignore all symptoms of an illness or injury until he’s physically incapacitated, and to insist that he’s fine and that he’s had worse and not let anybody help him. But I think if he were in a relationship? Totally different story. One minute he’s got influenza and still trying to do a flip off a fire escape, but the moment his partner is back from the drugstore he’s a sickly young boy dying in bed, too weakened to lift a spoon to feed himself. You would have never seen a more pitiful-looking man who needed to be nursed back to health. And then the moment his partner is away again, he’s back on the fire escape.

This lives in my head rent-free now

Who I Am & Why I’m Here 💙

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.

That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨

If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI

I love my blorbo so much I need him covered in blood and beaten within an inch of his life