Rick : *yeets Solangelo Solo Book At Us

Tbch we do NOT talk enough about Michael_B being a little piggy and going oink and snort and having a curly little tail. Let's discuss

Isn’t it weird that

Season 2 Mike is most peoples favorite Mike

Season 3 El is most peoples favorite El

What do we notice ?

El in season 3 was Independent and becoming herself without Mike

Mike in season 2 spent the whole time with Will never leaving his side and he also spends the whole season without El

Your ao3 mood is bitch get help omfl and come here sweetie *hugs* and you goddamn horny sinner

Okay but I honestly just want a fic where Tommy is a gremlin child who Wilbur found in a dustbin and whose favorite toy is uncle nasty.

Wilbur is always trying to throw the doll away, but either Tommy finds out and Wilbur doesn't want to make Tommy cry, OR Uncle nasty makes his way back no matter what Wilbur does.

new chapter tomorrow, i'm at the homestretch of editing and! as a bit of a treat you guys are getting two chapters :) i'll publish them within an hour or two of each other (depending on how nice i feel) around my evening time so- keep your eyes out for the usual one hour countdown 👀

SKK YURIFICATION WHO CHEERED!!!!!!!!!!!!

would i have loved to see book accurate depictions of the characters? yes. do i adore our show trio and am fucking excited for the amazing representation? also yes.

OKAY SO I SAW THIS ONE ART PIECE OF MICHAEL STICKING HIS TOUNGE OUT AT TECHNO AN TECHNO STICKING IT RIGHT BACK AND I'VE LOOKED EVERYWHERE AND I CAN'T FIND IT HELP

i can hear him going “nooooo my brand- bruhhhh”

x

I wrote a poem about L’Manberg

You were built by friendships and kindness

Founded on an idea of safety (and destroyed by their blindness)

Thrice, the ground you stood on was broken

Twice, the people who made you were at fault for it

Your symphony is unfinished

Your legacy is incorrect

You were full of laughter, once

That’s what people forget; they only remember the pain that took place within you

And pretend it was your fault that it happened

Maybe you’d still be here

But the people who were loyal to you were kicked out

One died to kill his grief after he killed you

The other returned after being cast away, but was unable to save you

He is remained of you when his brother plays his guitar

He is reminded of you when he makes flower crowns with his friends

He is reminded of you when he sits on a bench

He is reminded of you when he sees redwood trees

When he hears laughter

When his best friend tells him a joke

Others are reminded of you when he smiles

But that’s been such a rare sight, since you’ve been gone

On the anniversary of your first victory he brings you flowers

On the anniversary of the worst day of his life, he visits that wretched room and asks what he could’ve done better to stop it from happening

On the anniversary of your final defeat he can’t get out of bed.

People still walk along whatever earth is left under you.

There is a bridge there now.

Plants grow from the obsidian that blocks out the sun

Life persists even on the tool that was used to kill you

The people who loved you remember you well

But your story hasn’t been told by them

It’s been told by the ones responsible for your downfall

And the ones who never held you close at all

History is told by the winner, not the one in the right

And your story is told by people who did not know you

And it is told wrong