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Billions of Cherubs Chewed Your Insides by Alien_Humanologist
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band)
17 Jan 2026
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Continuation of Write to Me and Escape.
John's Lost Weekend happens with Paul in 1973.
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Paul was laying on his side, hands folded under his cheek. His back facing John. While he laid flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.If someone decided to wake them up early, it would be very compromising. But that would be a later problem for them. He's too tired to think about it too much. Paul sighed, and flipped to the other side, facing him. He was bluntly staring and breathing quietly.
“What?” John whispered. Paul had an unreadable expression on his face. John turned to his side to face him too. The moonlight drifting in from the window hid the color of Paul's eyes. They were hazel. People tried to pin it down to one or another. Brown or green, but they were hazel. Always shifting from the sun's rays. In the absence of the sun, his eyes were brown. Dark brown, almost black. Glinting with white spots from the moon's shine. He could still see a small shine of green and felt satisfied knowing what should be so clear.
He knows what he wants to say. Hazel eyes gave it away easily.
I love you.
...OR: the one where John runs away with Paul to California circa 1973
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- Part 2 of Write To Me And Escape
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Write to Me and Escape by Alien_Humanologist
Fandoms: The Beatles (Band), Escape (The Piña Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes (Song)
18 Aug 2025
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Summer of 1973. An ad is posted in John's local tabloid. Misunderstandings ensue. Paul has plotted a plan to get him back. They cut through all that red tape.
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- Part 1 of Write To Me And Escape
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Stanman fic I felt compelled to write since stan is one of the only guys cartman doesn't talk a lot of shit about. They bond over issues. They talk shit.
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Write To Me And Escape by Alien_Humanologist
Fandom Escape (The Piña Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes (Song), The Beatles (Band)
17 Jan 2026
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“What?” Derek breathes, and the glint in his eye that Mike had mistaken for mischief looks a lot more like panic now. “Are you kidding me—I swear I'm like, the only one who gives a shit about Holly.”
Mike’s eyebrows rise high on his head. Maybe this kid is annoying, but sometimes annoying people just…have to be that way, for their own reasons. And there are many good reasons.
aka holly's missing, and her friends are determined to find her and bring her home. one person in her friend group in particular is more passionate than the others about finding her, and soon mike finds out why that is. and why he felt so different about will to his other friends when he was a kid.
(set after the mike clip from the recent teaser)
Bookmarked by Alien_Humanologist
02 Feb 2026
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“I need you.”
Will’s expression grows more stunned. “What?” he breathes, voice barely above a whisper.
His instincts tell him to take it all back, but the way that Will’s looking at him with those sorrowful, questioning eyes weakens him. And he’s been stupid for many, many years, so what’s a little more stupidity?
aka a s5 speculatory mike wheeler-centric fic about his internalised homophobia and a lot of moments where he's not so clever about his feelings with will
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Bookmarked by Alien_Humanologist
02 Feb 2026
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FUUUUUCK. THIS WAS SO GOOD. I rarely cry w angst but THIS ONE GOT ME. THE ANGST. IT GOT ME. I ROLLED A SEVEN. one of the top ten most canon season 5 rewrites I've ever read. I see this as what actually happened. It was so beautiful and the convo between Nancy and Mike :(
Also ELEVEN!! She is so good in this fic I love how she knows what she wants and reads through Mike easier than he does himself. I want everyone to read this fic because it is so beautiful and genuinely heart wrenching.
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Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words “POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC” splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, “are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don’t think-I’m not sure—what if I can’t write poetry?”
Mr. Sam’s dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it’s not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it’s about if you want to.”
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The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts.- Language:
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12 Oct 2021
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“They found a body,” Clyde said at lunch, scrolling through his phone as Tweek and Craig placed their trays down in tandem at the usual lunch table.
“That Mike kid?” Craig asked.
“Don’t know yet,” Clyde answered, scrolling intently at his phone.
Tolkien frowned. “Jesus. How many people are going to go missing or die before this gets solved?”
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A sort of paranormal au.
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Bookmarked by Alien_Humanologist
10 Jul 2024
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Something ticked in Paul’s mind as the familiar words washed through him. When he looked at John, his friend was already looking at him. And suddenly, it all became clear: He remembered having that conversation more than 50 years ago. He remembered it too well.
He had been thinking about it for years, wondering what he should have understood, how he should have reacted. If it was as meaningful as it had felt or if his memory had just romanticized it.
“I don’t think a love like that obeys to any rules,” John went on, unaware of Paul’s agitation. “It’s not something that humans have created, not like a societal thing. It’s deeper than that, and that’s what some people are afraid of I guess, because they can’t control it. Whatever laws they create, they can never control it. A white lad will fall in love with a black girl.” He paused. “A lad with another lad. You know.”
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Summer 2019, 77-year-old Paul wakes up feeling surprisingly good. One tiny problem: he is back in December 1965.
PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS FIC ON ANY PLATFORM. DO NOT PUT IT ON GOODREADS, OR ON ANOTHER FANFICTION PLATFORM, PLEASE.
NO TRANSLATIONS EITHER, SORRY.Series
- Part 1 of On our way back home
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Bookmarked by Alien_Humanologist
11 Jan 2025
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The best mclennon ever written. PERIOD.