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watched rwrb, had a breakdown, bon appétit 30 | they/them | 🏳️‍🌈 @claremontdiazfox on ao3 & discord | @clrmntdzfx on tumblr icon credit: @roseapothecary on tumblr

to whoever posted all the ai-generated images of nick on pinterest (especially the ones of him with anne hathaway and chris hemsworth), i have one question: why

if you ever see someone talk about their WIP and you're curious beyond that snippet/moodboard/etc. but you don't want to bother them - oh my god, you could never! writing can be the loneliest thing. go talk to that person about their story. it's gonna be such a fun time! 💜

#wipwednesday | time travel alex writing takes time, sometimes over a year. but I’m finally getting ready to post my “give Alex a hug” fic for @redwhiteroyalau.bsky.social #nervous here’s bits of the same scene from the post below, reworked a year or so later:

"Alex?"
"Shitjesusfuck!"
His younger self falls backward onto the mattress, grabbing the nearest object for protection. Alex fights a smile at the sight of his younger self, wielding a copper-colored throw pillow, little patches of pink and purple Bougainvillea sewn along the sides.
"Relax, man, it's just me," Alex says, his hands up, slowly approaching.
"Sorry, I didn't -" His younger self lowers the pillow, lowers his defenses. He lets out a long breath. "I didn't expect to see you tonight."Younger Alex straightens on the bed and staggers upright, one hand still pressed to his chest. He makes his way over to the small table in the corner of the room and reaches for a hot cup of cafézinho and a few rolls of pão de queijo. A copy of Dave Zirin's Brazil's Dance With The Devil sits next to a copy of East of Eden. Alex can practically see the annotations crowding the margins of the book, remembering the yellow highlighter he overused, the way it stained his fingers and bled through the pages as he anxiously read it on the plane to Rio.
nj✨@anyroomsrio.rwrb.social · last yr.

#wipwednesday | magical realism AU where Alex meets various versions of his younger self. (Because if I can't hug Alex, then he should be able to hug himself.) #rwrbwip

Like clockwork, the beagle wiggles under the fence after his owner leaves in the morning. He sleeps at Alex’s feet, steals bites of his food & makes Alex smile endlessly. In the evenings, the sound of the neighbors car into the driveway spurs the dog back under the fence, gone until the next day.

Alex leaves his high-powered, stressful life in the city and buys a home in the suburbs. He spends his days working from home for a nonprofit, grilling, swimming laps in the pool, & reading in the hammock. It’s quiet and slow in the best way. Yet he’s rarely alone thanks to the dog next door… 1/2

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the thought of “taking away kudos” to me is a bit unserious because unless the author somehow kicked my grandma irl in the middle of the fic i don’t really care that they have my kudos even if by the end i didn’t enjoy the fic that much