#cynn.exe

WHAT'S SOS ( SUMMER OF STURNIOLO ) ? : summer of sturniolo was born out of a need to have a place to put my creativity, as well as wanting to bring sturnblr closer together. summer of sturniolo (shortened to sos) is a summer writing event where i will be debuting my sturniolo triplet writings AND inviting other writers to join! think of a xmas writing event, or kinktober, it'll feature writings themed around a certain season, except this time, it'll be summer. that's right, anything summer related goes, so go crazy! i'll be debuting 4 au's :

LIFE IN CHERRYWOODS, CALIFORNIA: a reality tv show au about 10 20-something descendants of actors, celebrities & musicans are hand picked to live together for the entire summer, in an attempt to show the world they're more than just nepo babies BOY NEXT SHORE : a the summer i turned pretty inspired chratt au THE COAST OF CALYPSO : an island matt au featuring a charming view on island life and a clandestine mystery that incloses it ESTEVILLE, KA: inspired by skins, uk au: a group of 20-somethings and tales about their stumbling and falls from grace into adulthood and 'maturity'

and the best part? all long fics. promised romance. thrill. adventure. mystery, juicy drama, and of course summer flings.

now, that's just what i'm bringing, but the question is what are you bringing to blow us all out of the water? all writers are encouraged to join, i'd love to see people join in with their own summer-influenced twist on fics! and in fact, they'll be suprises floating around sturnblr soon, actually, maybe as you're reading this right now, hiding in your inbox, or a friend, or a friend of a friends. i want you in, summer's known for being a time to cool off, and there's no pressure, no competition, just a way for writers to come together and beat the heat (or not), or maybe get steamy (lol)

SOUNDS COOL, HOW DO I JOIN ? : it's simple, if you see details on summer of sturniolo, and wanna join in to write. or, you want in on the fun just to read and support, you can send me an ask or comment requesting to be tagged!

IF YOU'RE A WRITER: if you have an idea you wanna create for this event, send me an ask as stated above, and state what day you'd like to debut, official start date is june 15th, i won't put an end date yet, depending on how many people join. but, i'll be adding everyone to an SOS lineup, similar to coachella, to know who's posting when, so readers have an easier time keeping up. and so the event stays streamlined. IF YOU'RE A READER: just follow the above instructions and send asks to be tagged or for more details if you're curious! *if you're both, it's double the fun!

WHEN IS IT? AND WHERE CAN I GET DETAILS ? : ah, the best part, summer doesn't have to end, does it? summer of sturniolo is all. summer. long. but dates and details may change, depending on who or how many people join. you can get details from me, your host cynn! who'll be guiding and maintaining this event. the original plan for the event was a month long, but if everyone wants it to go on longer than that, it will!

WHAT ARE THE RULES + GUIDELINES ? : well i'm glad you asked, they're placed down here and sorted based on certain criteria!

FOR WRITERS : this event is a writing event, so obviously writing is required, but here's the nitty gritty

ONE: no diving in the kiddie pool! this is an 18+ EVENT ONLY, let's make that clear TWO: the reason for the first rule is because all writings are allowed: smut, angst, fluff etc. so with that being said, rules on what can and cannot be written should be pretty clear: anything you would see in a typical writers rules about general NO NO's apply here, shouldn't have to spell them out. no incest, scat, non-con, -18 etc. yeah, you know the rules THREE: minimum writing wc is 500, there's no maximum, feel free to go crazy! longfics and shortfics are encouraged, au's, !readers, oc's, anything! creativity is key! just NO AI!! FOUR: when entering the event: make sure to state these key things: who you're writing for, what slot you want, and the name/title of your fic, au, drabble etc, so i can make a masterlist on each sturniolo and whos writing for them! so that way, readers can keep up even when they missed a day, and its easy to look back on in the future! FIVE: when tagging, tagging #SUMMER OF STURNIOLO or #SUMMER OF STURN 26' or something similar could help readers, other writers and myself find & keep track of posts! SIX : once a date has been chosen, try to pick a different one! so everyone has a day to shine! (i dont think this will be an issue but just in case) if all dates are full, feel free to pick one that has the least on a specific date

FOR READERS : this should be a given, but its an 18+ EVENT!! this applies to readers as well, this is absolutely a MINORS DNI situation, i should not see any minors and if i do i'm blocking on sight

with all that being said, what are you waiting for? join in on the fun!

CRYSTALCIDER'S STURNIOLO TRIPLET MASTERLIST (MY FICS ONLY) SUMMER OF STURNIOLO MASTERLIST SUMMER OF STURNIOLO EVENT SCHEDULE SUMMER OF STURNIOLO GOOGLE DOC SUMMER OF STURNIOLO TAGLIST

*my fics will be linked twice in my personal masterlist and on the summer of sturniolo masterlist (where all other fics will go!) , again, just for future reference and organization!

NOTES : OMG im so excited to FINALLY be sharing this with you all, i'm a vv small blog so i really hope this reaches sturnblr in full because i really want this to be a really good sturnblr 26', and i hope this can help that :). with that being said, if anyone has any questions, send me an ask, dm or anything!

just tagging some sturniolo triplet fandom moots n' people who i think would like to join or be notified!

TAGS : @444tunately @strnlwrldz @strnilolover @sturnskiss @sturncoast @chrisssiren @sturnsbunny @intortura @rainyyy-weather @salemsturniolo @sinsturns @immaqulate @serenitysturn @mwuapsturniolo @thenickgirl @nickssidewitch @55sturn @passionfruitchris @mattsstarlet @dailydoseofchratt @cinnamonsturns @devotedlyteenagemusic @pepsipoet @sleepysturns @chrismalfoy @delilahsturniolo @90ssum @cybersturn @stellarsturniolos @dailydoseofchratt @courta13 @prettysturns @winnieangel @mattspawprints @444sturns @purrrrblonde @inkedsturnioloss @prettysturns @mattsbeloved @atlassiana @xplringsturniolos @feelykavanagh @girliemattitude @starstuddedlove

if i've forgotten anyone mb, this is just off the top of my head!! reblogs n' all that would be appreciated in spreading the word <3

first of all, just a reminder / update that summer of sturniolo is 2 weeks away? WHICH IS INSANE.

but more than that, i just wanted to refresh for people who didn't initially see it before, and I'll reblog all of the information about it again, because I know the fandom is really big and some posts can get buried, lol.

and also, i've seen the fics people have submitted in the google doc form and im SO EXCITED OMG, just a reminder that it's not too late to submit for the event, its not closing or anything at at a certain time. only IF the event goes on past the 4th week, then I'll make a new form so things stay organized and streamlined! and i am SO grateful for all the support of people reblogging, commenting. and even being excited for my works, which is crazy considering i've never written for this fandom, but so cool regardless!

and i meant to finally post my masterlist, but i just wanted to be super sure i got done planning my fics and that i was in the clear to actually start being excited to post them, and today i started planning my 4th one, since i'm posting 4 au's! i'll try my best to get that out soon. i also have LOADS of stuff coming pertaining to my fics: fic intros, original character intros, character intros. i was debating on whether posting them during the event or before. I think since it's just organizational stuff, i'll just post them before

but yeah, i just wanted to make an offical post, since I am the host and I want to keep people updated. and for those who haven't seen and are seeing this TODAY or in the future: here's my big masterposts of masterlists, links and information on summer of sturniolo x. it's also my pinned if you forget where it is, so lol!

woah, sorry this is SO long, but i tried my best to condense everything as a memory refresher or as a catch up for people who haven't seen it!

summer of sturniolo starts on june 15th, and is a week by week event and anyone can jump in at ANY time. if you have any questions please send me an ask or a dm or anything!

also lastly for this, thank you SO MUCH for 100+ followers, it might not seem like much but i am so grateful for the support!!

JUNE colby

There’s always this sort of… sheen of sweat, serotonin-high, sweet relief. A rush that gets your blood coasting, a cicada-serenade something about summer. Despite the obviousness of it, I still can’t ever put my finger on it. It’s like the inhibitions of the mind-numbing school year were suddenly set free by the sticky-hot summer of Legends Creek, Kansas. In the air, in the water, practically in your veins. There was a special brand of rebellion-kick to summer that couldn’t be bottled by any other season.

It was strange, but it also just made sense to me, and that was all I cared about. People like to say, that idle time is the devil’s workshop. And if that were true, then summer was hell itself. The sheer kind of dull-satisfaction that came from summer days were unmatched; especially for recently system-freed teenagers. This summer was all ours, a welcome distraction to what was to eventually would come in the autumn. Summer always felt infinite, it always came as a shock when it ended. Like a screeching halt in a horror movie when the train runs out of tracks. Just when then end-of-summer storms started rolling in. Despite knowing it ended every year. Like the thought something so seemingly-everlasting stopping nearly felt like a forbidden within itself, nearly impossible.

Coming to terms with endings isn’t exactly easy for anyone, but especially not when it came with such a sweet warm reverie like summer. It was downright vindictive. Dangerous even. Summer had the power to quickly sweep you under it’s spell. So much time to think, so much more to do. And even more time to have the ultimate summer of your dreams. It gave you the ability to allow your caged inhibitions to take flight under no restraint. And this was just beginning, oh it hadn’t even started.

It was the kind of sick-joke-ending that made your head spin. A freeing feeling, like everything was going to work out. And….bam! Hit and run at 90mph. There was so much to get your hands on this summer, like a sticky fingered-kid at an all-you-can-eat candy shop. It was enough to make anyone gluttonous and greedy with the feast of opportunity set upon you. Especially knowing it would only dwindle with time. It was of the essence, sweet summer. It would let you taste rebellion, but never swallow.

June, the sweet summer child. The teenage first-taste of it all, the temperament milds before the got-the-hots July. And hopefully, the beginning of something special. But of course, I was skeptical of this perfect summer, reign of all the pseudo-teen fantasies. I’d have to see it for myself, there was no seeing what summer had in store except only to experience it, right?

Summer’s were always easy for us. Carter’s place was first on our list, as always. There was never any doubt, the ‘up to no-good’s crusade’ always started with him. He was patient zero in this whole teen brain-infection. Legend’s Creek was surrounded by water, in spirit, but this was Kansas. Legend’s was a water city, hence the Creek. It was all board short’s, cuffed t-shirt’s & sundresses. A pseudo tropics paradise if you will. The best you could get in the Midwest, I guess. As I was on the move, taking in all of this strange city. I saw Willow making her way down the street. Even in her being a hippie do-gooder spirit, she was infected by this mischief all the same, tsk. It took down the best of us. I peered over and saw two blonde’s hanging out by Sam’s house, one of which was him, the other was Willow.

I hurried to catch up to them, my feet quick against the warm pavement. I could feel it beneath my shoes. Summer was starting, I could already sense it. And I’d have to admit, I was feeling a little excited. “Hey Wills!” I shouted from down the street as her head swished to look behind her, popsicle in hand. Why were we yelling? There was barely anyone out. I don’t know, the summer fever is making us quite antsy, I guess.

“Hey blue boy!” Willow waved, a green popsicle staining her tongue and a dopey smile on her face. She stuck out her tongue at me in her petulance. I hated that nickname, especially because it had a double meaning. Cobalt blue hair and my less-than-happy attitude at times. “What is it, dumb joke June? Serving up knee-slapping slapstick all month long?” I retorted, chuckling a little at my own joke. I looked hopefully to Sam. That he’d back me up on this one, but no such luck. He was on the outs of this conversation. Not jumping as if like his hands were tied.

“Not this again,” Sam rolls his eyes, sick of our petulance, loading up the van. I brushed him off, continuing my reign of jokes that don’t quite land. “Woah Golbach, what are you trying to do? Sneak you and Willow away under wraps?” I joked “You look like you two have enough in there for a honeymoon.” I added in again, to which Willow elbowed me in the ribs in retaliation, sending me stumbling against the hot metal exterior of the van, a double whammy.

“Nice one,” Sam applauds Willow. “It really is dumb joke June.” He remarks, a shit-eating grin on his face as he turns to me.

“You two really are some rotten friends.” I retort playfully, recovering instantly in record time. Opening the sliding door and wiggling my way into the backseat. It’s scorching, as expected. Summer already has Legends Creek in her vice grip, twisting and twisting. “Turn the AC on or something.” I quip, laying out dramatically, faking the verge of a heatstroke

“The engine isn’t even on.” Sam says bluntly, closing the trunk as Willow makes her way ‘round the side. Today is all 70 degree weather untapped potential it seems. I’m just brimming with curiosity to what I’ll be dragged along to next. The possibilities are quite endless. I’m eager to get away from it all, trading long summer days for lonesome shadow dances of Serenity High school was something I’d switch in an instance.

“Well turn it on, clusterfuck! I’m dying here!” I yelp, ever melodramatic as Sam makes his way toward the drivers side in a hurry (to shut me up most likely). Quickly turning on the engine leaning over the seat. “There, ya big baby.” He says, climbing in. To my surprise, Willow’s in front seat. “Hey, we never swap seats, that’s Carter’s seat.” I peep as the engine roars to life like the bass of a club classic.

“It’s hot, and you’re slicking up the backseat like a slip n’ slide, it’s gross.” Willow rolled her eyes, buckling in, not heading my warning. “You two act like its 110, its barely 70.” I roll my eyes at their antics. “And I’m not sweating that much.” I say defensively

“We’ve been out here loading up this crap for Carter, per his request.” Sam says, wiping sweat from his forehead, driving one-handed, what a showoff. Of course it’s Carter, he’s the ringmaster of our dysfunctional circus. Meanwhile Sam quickly backs out of the driveway, and I’m unceremoniously thrown from the backseat from lack of seat belt, Willow was right, this seat really is slick. (Not that I would ever tell her that.) Sam drifts off in the middle of his sentence, half-focused on driving and half-distracted by the sun. “Something about prepping for summer……..whoa Colby, you okay?” Sam questions, looking to me in the backseat for a split second, before looking back to the road.

“Yeah. Ah, the throes of summer, never gets old.” I sigh languidly, nonetheless scrambling to get back on the seat before we make it halfway down the block. Days like this make me happy that the worst is behind us. All of the cheers & fears have been put to rest, and now it’s time for the ultimate summer bummer. Willow’s fidgeting with the radio, and Sam is attempting to keep the sun out of his eyes. “A pair of sunglasses may suffice.” I point out like the little shit I am.

“Then how the hell am I supposed to see the road?” Sam groans, flicking down the sun visor attempts of chasing away the early afternoon sun. It is pretty bright out, it’s the kind of early Summer day that's a preface to the muggy dog-day’s of summer later down the road. June days are always the perfect blend between chilly May days & that silly masquerade for true summer heat. June days that are just on that very edge, but they’ll never be the real thing. Its like we’re veering off of a steep cliff, like looking down the barrel of a gun. Not knowing when the shot will ring out.

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We’re settled in the low-lights of the garage like we’re some strange band of degenerates. When we arrive at Carter’s house he’s already half high. In a t shirt-turned-tank with the sleeves ripped off. Clearly he’s already very ready for the summer. “Heyyyy….party peopleeee.” He slurs, he’s in the beginning of a slap-happy, red-eyed palooza, everything is suddenly funny and/or deep. Classic Carter.

“God, I’d hate to think what the van would smell like if this shit was in it.” Sam announces, taking a hit quickly. “Just as I suspected.” He side-eyes quizzically, his eyes squinted, as if he needed to ‘test’ it. Soon coughing violently from the smoke as Carter clutches his stomach from laughing. It’s days like this that I really appreciate, somehow. It’s only the first day of summer and I’m already half-convinced this will be the best summer yet. Or at least that’s all it’s cracked up to be in the movies. But history has proven movies aren’t exactly guides to reality, but it’s nothing a few adventures can’t fix. Stupid friends, that’s all you need to have a good time in this town.

Everyone’s looking at Carter like he’s crazy, usually he’s cut and dry, sarcastic and a little patronizing, and we’re all adjusting. “What? C’mon, we’re officially graduated seniors, we’re due for some celebration right?” Carter grins, his face droopy and relaxed, looking around, expecting us to agree. He throws his arms up into the air like he’s hatching a big plan. And all of us just look at each other. Because that sounds exactly like what the cool kids would do, I grimace especially. I pop a squat on the old plaid couch, my mood a little soured from what I know we’re all thinking of. I purse my lips, before I speak “How about, no.” I say sarcastically “No parties, no streamers, no preppy bullshit. Just a reckless abandon summer?” I smile mischievously, because god knows we all need an escape. From the year we’ve just had, we nearly need a permanent vacation.

Still, despite the promises of grandeur ahead of me. All the fun we’re meant to have and will. I still can’t help but peak behind the curtains of hollow escapade to the root of the problem. Despite going to college next fall, I’m unsure of where this path will go. It’s like a winding road that’s fogged with uncertainty and mystery. And…I’m not exactly too keen on finding out, or being blinded. Life can be strange like that, going from extreme to extreme was never the best choice of action. But it’s not like I have any other ideas. Summer can be but a sweet distraction for what’s to come. The luscious honeyed days come at a price for my overactive imagination & unsure future. It’s almost like living life on autopilot. Like, I know where life is headed, all the benchmarks, but not personal notes, the growth and change. And something tells me that it’s somewhat crucial. It’s like having the ingredients….but not the entire cake, y’know?

I try not to focus on the perilous future, and focus on the now. I focus on the sights in front of me once I open my eyes. All of the teenage hyprocracy coming to life at this very moment. Almost as if all of the chaos we were all capable of had released itself in a fiery inferno that was summer. We’re holding out, and we all know it. June was just the toe-dip into the insanity teenagers unaware of their potential could get into. And I was so ready to go all the way. It almost feels like our bodies are ready to rip our souls from the seams of humanity and just go ghost. Just… be free and fly, but….what’s to come? And just like that, everything that’s already happened shoots me down and pierces me. Like a hunter and a prized bird. But I can all but see the end of this summer, It’s all I can think about.

I’m half addicted to the thrill and half-terrified of it, barreling towards the end like a roller coaster. I almost can’t bear to see it, it’s white-hot, toned and bleached. With a side of palm trees and bubbly waves. At least, that’s what I think & see. In my imagination, there’s so much to explore in this soulless city. And my eyes are looking for an insurmountable feast.

Anything to distract me would be great right now, this craving, if not bone deep. Feels….wanderlust.

“Reckless abandon summer? Boy…. Colby, class of 09’ has got you down in the dumps, huh?” Carter chuckles, breaking me out of my bored-induced reverie. And it’s bitterly true and real. Senior year had chewed me up and spit me out. I’m pretty sure if I rolled my eyes one more time in that school they would have fell out. I’m not sure if that would’ve been the worst of my worries. Considering I’d rather scoop them out with spoons than witness the popular-brigade one last time. There’s still traces of it in this old city, it rings in my ears like a sick lullaby. Hanging over my head, everything I’ve seemed to not grasp in my hands. To feel, to see, to experience for myself. It makes me ache.

It seems like ever haunted memory sinks into the asphalt for gods sake; every step creaks and groans with the past. But, thankfully this is when it gets steaming, and I’m hoping for hell-hot temperatures to melt those away. For the waves to wash away the worries, but it’s a foolish man’s games, and I’m playing right into it.

“You have no idea.” I reply, shaking off the thoughts, picking up a beer. Days like this have been happening ever since last summer. That sweet 70 faded to a muggy 80 as the skies turned quickly grey. The first day of summer was turning into a tumultuous storm. It was strange. Storms rarely happened this early in the summer, but I wouldn’t doubt it. The last few months have felt like a bad omen for sure. Like, a low tornado warning that blares in the background, until a glass-shattering fever-pitch crashes in like a tsunami wave. And I have a sneaking suspicion that glass is about to shatter & break the first day of college. 17 was stupid, 18 is deadly. What were we thinking? Growing up in this day of age nearly felt exhausting to the soul. I never really got the hype of these muggy nights, even out of the academia nightmare. Summer still had the twist of teenage vital life-blood that I had so sorrily missed out on.

But then again, did I ever really miss out on anything? Can you ever really know what you’re missing out on if you’ve never experienced it? I guess not. Even though I’m partial to the teenage dream, I do hope this summer provides some insight into the feelings I seem to be missing. Ever since graduation I don’t feel hope or jolly. I simply crave to escape. From what I do know, the curse of knowing can eat you alive sometimes. But how to escape…I don’t. But somehow through some thinking (which I’ve sworn against this summer). I feel the call of nostalgia within me while still moving towards something new. It’s a strange juxtaposition, but nothing new, and the dull ache is a strange imposition against the summer’s hue.

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The call of this amber-hued city is doing me in. Oh, Legends Creek, what do I have to say about you? Between the college town and the city lights…there isn’t much to say really. It’s one blip on the map. But, to others its everything. In my honest assumption, for kids like us, this place is only interesting if you know people who know people. And the losers and the outcasts aren’t usually successful social networks. To say the least, but we try. Nor are we bathing in the lights by 9 out chasing street lightning. Living it up isn’t really possible unless you’re…..popular. God, I hate that word, but to grapple with the way of the world you need the truth. But I can’t ever help but not be curious, right?

This place is the same as it always was, looking for change is like searching for a new trend in a nostalgia-faded decade. Impossible and pointless. So is looking for new things to do, in a city like this. Being a reject gets real old, real fast. But I’m not quite sure that I’m up for the role, I never signed up for it. But I guess that I have no choice.

It’s July now, and the shiny bright newness of summer has faded all but much. The dull-ache of all I feel I’ve missed out on is still present. Like a stubborn grey cloud splashing against the optimistic bright blue sky. I look around at all we’ve accomplished this summer. It isn’t much, it never feels like much either. Honestly, this summer is good, a worthy escape. But as time goes on, the long days will shorten & the limitless skies will soon turn dreamless and grey. As the winter months go on, the glass ceiling of impossibility will crack our skulls with the force. I for one, am absolutely dreading it. I hate the uncertainty of what comes next. But I can’t stay in this funk forever, being comfortable can be a curse, I’ve learned.

“This summer has been something, huh?” Sam asks, looking to me as our friends swim in the creek while I kick my legs back and forth in it. The gentle water clears my murky head a bit. But its not enough to completely clean out the gunk and funk from senior year. Gosh, forget about sophomore slump, summer of senior year completely crushes it in every way possible. My head feels like a garbage disposal, exactly what you’d think, yeah.

“I just don’t want it to be over.” I sigh, facing the very-real future we’re steam rolling towards, running over every defense I’ve put up. “Who knows whats lurking around the corner, y’know?” I say, looking thoughtfully off into the ivy-green distance, where everything is so bright. For now….for now. But I know it’ll change, that’s what I need….a good change, right? I can only hope & pray, dream, and worship it the idea of it. Believing is what makes it real, right? I feel like a fate-less priest at the altar, cursed with the knowledge, cursed with knowing.

But yeah, as for senior year…summer is for sure better in comparison. I just can’t figure out why people claim senior year is supposed to be ‘the end-all-be-all’ for joy and teenage folly. What’s so great about it? I feels like everyone's singing in the key of life and I’m slightly off pitch. It’s not as if I crave to go back and fix the past. Because lost time is lost time. But I want to know why. Why…can everything change in an instance, yet stay the same for years? Figuring out the so-called gilded teenage years is damaging to my psyche, it just hurts my head to think about.

Forward on still, it haunts me. Not the fact that everyone wants to be cool, even though I never understood that, either. It’s the sheer complexity that is a popular kid. Everything it takes and all it encompasses. They just rule over everything, almost flawlessly. Not daring to reveal their secrets, not ever. We’re teenagers not monarchs, for fucks sake. But it’s not as if I have a say in it. That’s how this whole stupid thing works. Cool kids have just got it, and I’m not even sure what it is, they don’t even have to try. Its like they’re chosen. But in a way, they are. You don't get popular just off of sheer whim alone. People have to know you, like you. And I’m not sure most popular kids check off that list, at all.

Ugh, I despise this town, and it’s history. I despise it because I have no idea anything about it at all. But, it looks like I’ll be finding out soon. Evansen, here we come. High school is all about legacies, and all you leave behind. But the thing is, I’m ready to leave high school behind, in its entirety. But the legacy is all it has to offer, I know that now. And all I’ve been given in comparison to my expectations seem like a paradox. It’s all shadows, smoke, and mirrors. But behind it, there’s really something, I can feel it. But everything I can find (or hope to) is turning up disillusioned.

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