It was so fucking stupid and if you'd have told Karl 2 months ago that right now, he would be sat on his bedroom floor with a full and sealed can of monster genuinely debating fucking himself with it, he would have slapped you across the face and called you a fucking moron. But he was OR Karl gets fucked with a can of monster. (posted by anonymous on ao3) if anyone in this fanfic doesn't feel comfortable with this I will delete it

george never was one to fit in at school and everyone knew that; they took ADVANTAGE of that. his home life was in shambles, his school life was no better, and all he had was memories of the one person he called home. for now. TRIGGER WARNINGS: attempted su!cide, od, abuse, panic attacks, death, swearing, yelling goals:) 10K(2/4/21) 15k(2/9/21) 20k(2/14/21) 100k(3/20/21) COVER ART MADE BY: @red_with_envy

༄ how long can a spark last, before it burns out? its the year 1984- and g has just started boarding school in america. he makes friends easily enough, but there's one boy who he just can't seem to get along with. once the two of them manage to overcome their differences, their friendship progresses into something george never knew he wanted, something he never thought he would find. something his father would never approve of. as the school year drags on and they're left to try and tackle all of the problems thrown at them, their bond then ends up becoming stronger than ever. but at what cost? ༄

my heart can't be in 2020 when it belongs in 1970. - this piece is completely unedited (original work by the author) - re-upload of 'Flowers from 1970' by astr0nomika. - book cover art creds go to @Mr_sapitusnapitus