Latest Posts by bl00dofgrapes - Page 3

i need to play with his hair 😇

I've been trying to make an intro for this account for a month now and at this point I'm giving up. Here's a rundown of what you'll see on this account in the most bare bones way.

Hi, I'm Robin, I'm a 21 year old writer from Croatia. My ask box is always open and my anons are always on, I am a tag friendly account. I'm a fanfic writer, a beta reader and a soon-to-be podficcer. Some of my works can be found on my AO3.

Fandoms that I am in vary, as you will most likely see from my reblogs, but I write for/post about Stranger Things, Avatar (2009), Poppy Playtime, Our Flag Means Death, Criminal Minds, The Haunting Of Hill House, Midnight Mass, The Fall of The House of Usher & some sitcoms. I also reblog poetry, classic literature, Hellaverse, Arcane & Epic The Musical.

I analyse media that I consume, this blog will most likely have some of my thoughts and critiques of said media. You're free to disagree with me in my inbox and I most likely will reply to have a discussion. Said discussion will be civil on both ends, no Ad hominem.

Do not interact with me if you are younger than 13, anti-lgbtq+, xenophobic, racist, a terf (trans-exclusionary radical feminist), an MAP (minor attracted person), an endosystem or are proendo, ableist, or are here just to argue with me on these topics. I'm too tired for that.

My completed works are:

it seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in || Stranger Things || Ronance || E ||denial of feelings, getting together, first time

My current WIPS are:

Who's That Girl? || Stranger Things || Ronance, Steddie, Chrickie || T || Roommate & Modern AU, Slice-of-Life, Inspired by New Girl

Hope you enjoy my blog! (Edited on 05/15/2025)

Splendour in the Grass

by William Wordsworth

What though the radiance Which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.