Dear fic writer:

[conuly]

It is 1992. This kid is twelve. He doesn’t know the word “gaslighting”, he doesn’t know the phrase “trauma response”, and if he knew the latter, he wouldn’t apply it to himself.

Also, there’s no such thing as a landline. It’s just a phone, so called because it transmits sound, phone, a long way, tele. It doesn’t do anything else, not even voicemail, and you need to pay extra for caller ID.

Comments

[conuly]

At least nobody "flipped through" the songs on their cassette tape! I lol'd so hard the time I saw that.

[white_aster]

Lol, oh man.... Or when someone talks about "scrolling through" a physical object!

[conuly]

Is it a literal scroll? Because if not, maybe not bud.

[white_aster]

Good point! :P

[movingfinger]

Conversely, the pleasure of minutely studying the art and text on a gatefold album or the booklet in the CD are unknown to these people.