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Fandoms: Dead Poets Society (1989)
09 Sep 2025
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Because yes, he is, and has been for a while, terrifyingly curious. That’s what passion is, isn’t it? A deep curiosity and love. That’s what he’s been feeling, passion, and it’s Neil’s fault.
Go find what you love and hold on forever, hold on for as long as you can. Write poetry, Todd, write poetry, stick with what you love.
Even if it leaves in the dead of night.Title from the song 'Star' by Mitski, incredibly underrated, would recommend.
this was written on a whim in like an hour.
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Eventually the zucchinis are all decimated and the Furbys are lined up how Bev wants them. Richie tucks his legs in and makes room for other people on the couch. When Mike sits next to him instead of Eddie, he tries not to be crestfallen. Being seated next to Mike is a blessing, and Eddie’s only two cushions away. Richie waits for Mike to get comfortable before plopping his legs in his lap so his toes are touching Eddie, anyway.
“Get your foot out of my armpit,” Eddie says, shoving Richie away. “What the hell are we watching?”
“I’m so glad you asked,” Richie says. For a moment, his stomach twists nervously. But the truth is, he knows he has nothing to be worried about, not anymore. “Who here likes to objectify men?”
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The Losers reunite to spend New Years in a cabin up in the Rockies. Richie attempts to bird watch and Eddie is bad at making gingerbread houses but surprisingly okay at skiing. But even far away from Derry, the past is a tricky thing to outrun.
"They really are in the middle of nowhere. He can’t see any signs of human life in the mountainside below, not even another cabin. They could be the last people on earth, just the five on them inside by the fireplace and Eddie out here in the snow and rather than being disturbing the thought is weirdly calming. He wouldn’t mind it really, if the apocalypse had happened somehow; just as long as they were all together. "
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- Part 3 of Orpheus Had No Follow-Through
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Eddie Kraspbak has put aside his old life for good. He drives a stagecoach now and keeps to himself- his days of running with the Denbrough gang are long gone. But when two old friends show up and tell him they have unfinished business back in Derry, Eddie can’t resist the chance to put a final nail in the coffin of the past…and maybe find out why Richie broke his promise all those years ago.
“I’ll take left if you take right,” Eddie calls out but when he looks over Richie isn’t even firing his gun; he’s looking at Eddie with a strange, unreadable expression on his face.
“What is it?” Eddie asks, panicking. “Are you hit?”
“No,” Richie says, “I just. I just wanted you know. That I…that I feel the same way.”
“What?” Eddie asks, totally lost. A bullet whistles past his ear.
“I mean I...” Richie says, as if he’s struggling to get it out. “I feel the same way about you. I mean. That I always did.”
“Could we maybe postpone this conversation?” Eddie says, having to yell over the gunfire. “To a time when we aren’t getting shot at?”
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01 Jul 2026
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deadass the best thing i’ve ever read, this was so awesome
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Richie makes a deal with the devil and Derry pays the price. The Losers reunite to deal with the consequences.
"Behind him, almost imperceptible, he hears the footsteps. Richie’s heart jumps in his chest and he lets out a rush of air but before he can turn Pennywise is in his ear saying, REMEMBER RICHIE: DON’T LOOK BACK.
“Okay, okay.” Richie says, every muscle in his body aching to turn around. "Old school, I can dig it.” "Russian translation now available, courtesy of the amazing YellowGrass: //ficbook.net/readfic/8913444
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30 Jun 2026
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“So. To summarize. I’m stranded on Mars, entirely alone. I have absolutely no way to communicate with my crew or with earth, since our communications antennae turned me into a human shish-kabob. If the oxygenator becomes compromised, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer stops working, I’ll dehydrate. Breach in the Hab means I’ll go poof. And if, for some god-forsaken reason none of those things kill me first, I’m gonna run out of food and starve to death. Oh, and we can’t forget that everyone I know thinks I’m dead. So… yup. Totally fucked.”
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On Sol 6, an unexpected windstorm cuts the Ares III Mission short and six astronauts retreat back to Earth.
On Sol 7, the astronaut they left behind wakes up gasping for air.
(Or, The Martian au)
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