Connie Casserole. Oh, Mary, don’t ask.

joe and louis were my heartstopper

Stephen King rightly gets a lot of shit for frequently having his characters think and speak in pop culture references that only make sense if you spent your formative years in 1970s Maine, but I feel like articulating that particular criticism on Tumblr is something of a glass-houses situation.

Like, yeah, King will have literal space aliens making pop culture references that only old men from small-town Maine would plausibly make; however, I have seen the kinds of novels that people who spent their twenties on Tumblr write, and there is also a very definite sense of time and place.

Do y’all remember when The Monster held out his ice cream cone and Quentin (Brian!) took a resentful exhausted traumatized lick right after The Monster just magically slit the ice cream truck teen’s throat. Hello. Is this thing on

he feels love for everything around him. he eats peanut-butter-and-onion sandwiches. he's a history nerd and a librarian. he stayed when no-one else would. he attempted to sacrifice his own life for a kid he'd been friends with for a month. he loves the spring and the summer. he loves rock and roll and will show off to his friends about it. he stood up to his childhood bully and pelted him with rocks. keeper of the lighthouse. teller of yo mama jokes. he loves his parents and he loves his friends and he loves his town even though his town doesn't love him. fuck i am CRYING about mike hanlon tonight god bless mikey the most character of all time 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

never related to authors being like "childhood is such a blessed innocent time", catch me with that jane eyre shit like "such dread as children only can feel" and "I then sat with my doll on my knee til the fire got low, glancing round occasionally to make sure nothing worse than myself haunted the shadowy room"