I am late for work.
Run, don't walk.
All Our Errors on Repeat by fuzzy_paint, for thesocialbbang
37K, Mark/Eduardo, The Social Network
After Eduardo signs off on the dilution and walks away from Facebook, Mark gradually realizes that he's stuck in an unstable time loop. Not only does he have to figure out how to stop waking up in his Kirkland dorm room, three years ago, but he has to rebuild Facebook while remembering things that never happened and deal with the fact that Eduardo has known about this all along. Not that it really matters: Eduardo leaves and he leaves and he leaves, every single time.
I am completely devastated. I went through a period of emotional shock. I know a lot of people are new to this journal, so it's not really that alarming yet, but I am crying. I am legitimately crying, guys. Like, difference-between-Facebook-and-everyone-else levels of we. don't. cry. ever. See, I am even trying to play this off as humor, even now.
Admittedly, this hits all of my buttons (Slaughterhouse-Five as formative literature, hello), but, shit. I am gasping for breath. Words are not coming out of my mouth. I'm probably going to rec this to you forever. This is one of my forever stories. It's sunk into my bones. I just read it. I don't think I can read it again, but, fuck, I have to. It is that good.
You might need to hold someone, or be held by someone afterward.
All Our Errors on Repeat by fuzzy_paint, for thesocialbbang
37K, Mark/Eduardo, The Social Network
After Eduardo signs off on the dilution and walks away from Facebook, Mark gradually realizes that he's stuck in an unstable time loop. Not only does he have to figure out how to stop waking up in his Kirkland dorm room, three years ago, but he has to rebuild Facebook while remembering things that never happened and deal with the fact that Eduardo has known about this all along. Not that it really matters: Eduardo leaves and he leaves and he leaves, every single time.
I am completely devastated. I went through a period of emotional shock. I know a lot of people are new to this journal, so it's not really that alarming yet, but I am crying. I am legitimately crying, guys. Like, difference-between-Facebook-and-everyone-else levels of we. don't. cry. ever. See, I am even trying to play this off as humor, even now.
Admittedly, this hits all of my buttons (Slaughterhouse-Five as formative literature, hello), but, shit. I am gasping for breath. Words are not coming out of my mouth. I'm probably going to rec this to you forever. This is one of my forever stories. It's sunk into my bones. I just read it. I don't think I can read it again, but, fuck, I have to. It is that good.
You might need to hold someone, or be held by someone afterward.