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rootedinrevisions · 2 months ago

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Chasing Us: Part 10

SUMMARY: Tyler and Hannah have a private moment to talk about their friendship and relationship. They then enjoy the rest of the reception.

WARNINGS: NONE

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I PART 6 I PART 7 I

PART 8 I PART 9

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The cool night air enveloped Hannah as she made her way down to the beach, her steps slow and heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves, but it did little to quiet the storm raging inside her.

She reached the pier and hesitated for a moment before stepping onto the wooden planks, the familiar creak under her feet a reminder of their visit to this same pier just yesterday. But yesterday felt like a distant dream now.

Hannah walked to the end of the pier and sat down, slipping off her shoes and letting her feet dangle above the water. The sky above was a deep indigo, speckled with stars that seemed to twinkle in sympathy with her troubled heart. She leaned back on her hands, her eyes drifting upward as she tried to make sense of everything.

But no matter how hard she tried, the same thought kept creeping into her mind: it was all ruined. Tyler's words echoed in her head, and she felt a sharp pang of regret in her chest. The realization hit her like a tidal wave - she loved him. Not just as a friend, not just in fleeting, passing way, but deeply, truly, with every fiber of her being.

And now, because of her own foolishness, she'd lost him.

Silent tears began to slip down her cheeks, falling onto her lap as she sat there, feeling more alone than she ever had before. She thought about the years they'd spent as friends, the moments they'd shared, and the connection they'd always had. It all seemed so clear now, so painfully obvious. But it was too late. She'd ruined everything.

Maybe she was destined to be alone, she thought bitterly. Maybe she'd been fooling herself all along, pretending that she didn't need anyone, that she was fine on her own. But the truth was, she wasn't fine. She didn't want to be alone. She wanted Tyler.

As the tears finally subsided, Hannah let out a shaky breath and leaned back on her arms, staring up at the sky once more. The stars were still there, shining brightly, as if reminding her that the world kept turning, no matter how broken she felt.

The sound of footsteps behind her made her tense, and she quickly wiped at her eyes, not wanting anyone to see her like this. She turned to see who it was and was surprised to find her sister, Emily, walking onto the dock. Emily had changed out of her wedding dress and into a simpler party dress, her hair still styled in soft waves.

Emily smiled softly as she approached, her heels clicking gently against the wood. She didn't say anything at first, just sat down beside Hannah, slipping off her own shoes and letting her feet dangle over the edge of the pier.

"How did you find me?" Hannah asked, her voice still a little thick with emotion.

Emily chuckled, a warm, familiar sound. "You've always loved the sky. You'll always find the best place to look at it."

Hannah couldn't help but smile a little at that. Emily had always known her better than anyone, even when they didn't always see eye to eye.

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the sound of waves filling the space between them. But then Emily glanced over at her, a serious expression on her face. "I overheard what was said earlier," she began, her tone gentle.

Hannah's heart sank. She wasn't sure she could handle talking about this, not right now. But Emily had that look in her eyes - the one that said she wasn't going to let this go.

"Why did you bring Tyler and pretend to be dating him?" Emily asked, her voice soft but probing.

Hannah sighed, looking out at the water. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. "I guess I just wanted to have one get-together where Mom and Dad didn't bug me about being single."

Emily nodded slowly, understanding. "Well, you two put on a good show. No one, including me, had any idea you were faking it." She paused, then added with a small smile, "Dad even had 'the talk' with Tyler."

Hannah let out a small, bitter laugh, but it quickly turned into a sigh as tears began to well up in her eyes again. She tried to blink them away, but it was no use. They slipped down her cheeks, and she didn't bother wiping them this time.

Emily watched her for a moment before reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. "You love him, don't you?" she asked softly.

Hannah swallowed hard and nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "It doesn't even matter now. Tyler's probably never going to talk to me again."

Emily squeezed her shoulder gently, "I don't know," she said, her voice thoughtful. "He looked just as heartbroken as you do right now. If you two would stop being so damn stubborn and just tell each other how you feel, I think it would turn out a lot better than you think."

Hannah let out a shaky breath, the weight of Emily's words settling in her chest. She wanted to believe that things could still be okay, that there was still a chance for her and Tyler. But the fear of rejection, of losing him for good, was almost too much to bear.

She stared out at the water, trying to gather her thoughts, when she heard the sound of someone clearing her throat behind them. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she saw Tyler standing there, his expression unreadable.

Tyler cleared his throat softly, and both Hannah and Emily turned to look at him. His expression was a mix of resolve and vulnerability, a look Hannah had rarely seen on him.

"Can I steal Hannah for a minute?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.

Emily glanced between the two of them, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "She's all yours," she said with a wink, then stood up, giving Hannah's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before making her way back up to the wedding, leaving them alone on the pier.

Hannah stood up slowly, her heart pounding as Tyler walked over to her. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, and for a moment, neither of them knew where to start.

"I'm sorry," Tyler began, his voice low and earnest. "I shouldn't have walked away like that earlier. I just...I didn't know how to handle what you said."

Hannah shook her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like...like we were still pretending. I guess I just didn't think you felt it too."

Tyler's expression softened, and he took a small step closer, closing the distance between them. "Felt it? Hannah, I've been feeling it since the moment we agreed to do this whole charade. I just didn't know how to tell you without messing everything up."

Hannah's breath caught in her throat, and before she could respond, Tyler cupped her face in his hands, his touch warm and steady. He leaned in, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was the same yearning that had been in his own heart for so long.

With a soft smile, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the words they hadn't been able to say, all the emotions they had been too afraid to admit. When they finally pulled away, Tyler rested his forehead against hers, a soft smile on his lips.

"I've been wanting to do that since that shower together yesterday," he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of relief and affection.

Hannah couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with the realization that this wasn't just a fantasy - this was real. "Me too," she admitted, and then she leaned in, kissing him again, this time with all the passion and certainty she had been holding back.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, wrapped up in each other, the world around them fading away as they finally allowed themselves to be honest about their feelings. Tyler's arms encircled her waist, pulling her close as if he never wanted to let go, and Hannah buried her face in the crook of his neck, savoring the warmth and comfort of being in his embrace.

After a while, Tyler pulled back slightly, a playful grin on his face. "We should probably get you back up to the party," he said, though his tone made it clear that he wasn't in any rush.

Hannah nodded, though part of her wanted to stay here with him forever, away from the noise and the expectations. But then Tyler's expression grew more serious, and she felt her skip a beat.

"Before we go back," he said, his voice taking on a note of seriousness, "there's something I need to ask."

Hannah looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat. "What is it?" she asked softly.

Tyler took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. "Will you be mine? For real, this time."

For a moment, all Hannah could do was stare at him, her heart swelling with so many emotions she could hardly process them all. But then a wide smile spread across her face, and she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "Yes. Of course, yes."

Tyler's grin was so infectious that Hannah couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep inside her, filled with relief and joy. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time with a newfound sense of certainty and commitment that made her heart soar.

When they finally broke apart, Tyler took her hand, intertwining their fingers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Come on," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "Let's get back to the party."

With one last lingering kiss, Tyler began to eagerly pull her toward the house, his hand warm and reassuring in hers. As they made their way back up the pier and back toward the celebration, Hannah couldn't help but feel like she was walking on air, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

As they made their way back up to the house, the sounds of laughter and music filled the air, guiding them back into the heart of the celebration. Tyler's hand remained firmly intertwined with Hannah's, the connection between them stronger than ever.

When they reached the party, the relief that washed over Hannah was palpable - no one besides Emily seemed to have noticed the earlier tension, allowing them to step back into their roles as the happy, carefree couple they had been pretending to be. Only now, it wasn't just an act.

Tyler took Hannah's hand, leading her to their table where they exchanged a few words with her family. But his focus was entirely on her, his hand never leaving hers, even as they sat down. They chatted easily with her parents, Tyler adding to the conversation with his usual charm, but every now and then, he'd glance at Hannah, giving her a smile that made her heart skip a beat.

Tyler's hand found its way to her knee under the table. It was a simple touch, but it grounded her, making her feel safe and loved. Hannah squeezed Tyler's hand, feeling a swell of affection for her family and for the man sitting beside her.

Hannah watched as her parents joined the others on the dance floor. For a moment, she felt the pull to join in, but she wasn't quite ready to leave the comfort of Tyler's side.

But Tyler had other plans. He looked over at her, that mischievous glint in his eye. "Dance with me?" he asked, already standing up and offering his hand.

Hannah opened her mouth to object, to make some excuse about being tired, but Tyler didn't give her the chance. He gently took her hand, pulling her up from the chair with an irresistible smile. "Come on," he coaxed, "you owe me a dance."

She couldn't help but smile back, letting him lead her to the dance floor. As soon as they reached the center, Tyler pulled her close, one hand resting on her waist while the other held her hand. They began to sway to the music, the world around them fading into the background.

"I'm glad we're here together," Tyler said softly, his breath warm against her ear.

Tyler leaned in a little closer, and before she realized what was happening, his lips brushed hers in a gentle kiss. It was brief, almost a whisper of a kiss, but it sent a thrill through her. When they pulled apart, she noticed the approving smiles from her parents who had seen the tender moment. For the first time, they were showing their affection in front of her family in a very obvious way, and it felt natural, right.

As the song changed, Tyler excused himself to get them some drinks, leaving Hannah on the dance floor. She watched him walk away, admiring how effortlessly he moved through the crowd, his presence commanding attention.

While he was at the bar, Emily walked up to Hannah, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So," she began, nudging her sister playfully, "everything okay?"

Hannah nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, everything's more than okay."

Emily followed Hannah's gaze across the dance floor to where Tyler was ordering their drinks. He looked up just then, his eyes meeting Hannah's, and for a moment, the rest of the backyard disappeared. They shared a private smile, a silent understanding passing between them.

Emily noticed the look and turned back to her sister. "I don't think I've ever seen you this happy," she said quietly, her tone sincere.

Hannah felt a blush creep up her neck, but she didn't deny it. "I haven't been," she admitted, her voice soft. "Not until now."

Tyler returned a moment later, handing Hannah a drink and slipping his arm around her waist. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of music, dancing, and laughter. They moved together as if they'd been doing this for years, their touches growing more confident, their smiles more frequent.

As the night wore on and the ocean breeze picked up, Hannah shivered slightly. Tyler noticed immediately, and without a word, he shrugged off his suit jacket and held it out for her. She smiled in thanks, slipping her arms into the warm jacket, feeling enveloped not just by the fabric but by his care and attention.

"Better?" he asked, adjusting the collar for her.

The final moments of the night were marked by a spectacular display of fireworks. The sky exploded in bursts of color, the loud booms echoing over the ocean. Hannah turned to watch, her face lit up by the vibrant lights. Tyler came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. They stood like that, close and content, watching the fireworks in silence.

With each burst of color in the sky, Hannah felt a deep connection to Tyler. It was as if the fireworks were marking the beginning of something new and wonderful between them. She leaned back into him, feeling completely at peace.

Tyler's lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "This is just the beginning, you know."

Hannah smiled, squeezing his hands where they rested on her stomach. "I know," she whispered back, filled with hope for whatever the future might hold.

As the last of the smoke from the fireworks drifted away into the night sky, Tyler leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Come on," he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth. "Let's head inside."

With one last glance at the now quiet sky, Hannah nodded, her heart full as she allowed Tyler to lead her back toward the house, their hands still tightly intertwined.

#Tyler Owens #Tyler Owens Fic #Tyler Owens Fanfic #Tyler Owens Fanfiction

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blocked-zombieartist · 1 year ago

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Hawthornes and Vogue

Here’s the surprise I mentioned earlier, loves! I took inspiration from a comment chain about if this very scenario happened with the TIG characters, so I can’t take credit for the scenario. But I hope you enjoy!

Avery was sitting at her desk in her office at Hawthorne House, reviewing reports from different sectors of the Hawthorne Foundation and the Hannah the Same Backwards or Forwards Foundation. Suddenly, her best friend, Maxine rushed in, looking particularly pleased with herself about something. She held something behind her back.

“You will never guess in a million faxing years what I’ve found.” Max grinned deviously.

Avery put her paperwork to the side. “What did you find?”She leaned to try to see what her best friend had. Max tossed a stack of four magazines on the desk with a dramatic flourish.

“Ever read Vogue?” She asked with a smirk. Upon inspection, the top magazine was indeed an edition of Vogue. On the front was a picture of none other than Xander, clad in a messier version of the Country Heights uniform. Hair styled to a messy perfection, shirt cuffs unbuttoned, the works. Avery chuckled and looked up at Max.

“Is this real?” Avery thumbed through the first magazine. Among the other featured people and columns, there was an entire section full of pictures of Xander. Avery’s eyebrow was raised and her mouth hung open with a surprised smile. “I cannot believe this,” she chuckled. An entire feature in THE Vogue, all on Xander, and full of the most Vogue-like photos of him. An entire photo shoot was here.

Max grabbed that magazine finally. “You know I’m keeping this bad boy.” Avery chuckled, then looked at the next one. Another Vogue. And on its cover was…

“Nash?!?” Avery keeled over laughing in her office chair, and Max joined. The cover of this one boasted a typical “sexy cowboy” look on good old Nash. Cowboy hat, black(and somewhat sparkly) jeans with an undone belt buckle, and a flannel shirt, unbuttoned completely. They paged through this one laughing at each new photo. While all the brothers had always been photogenic, and while Nash was no exception, it was hilarious to see that their resident easygoing, brotherly cowboy had even agreed to such a thing. “Lib’s gonna adored this,” Avery said while wiping a tear from her eye from laughing so hard.

“There’s more. You’ll have a particular fondness for this next one,” Max said as she gently elbowed Avery. The third Vogue magazine showed a photo of Jameson on the front, clad in tight white pants, classy shoes, a silver chain, and a leather jacket hanging open, no shirt. A typical trait for Jamie, but eye catching nonetheless. Avery took a little more time to thumb through this one, both her and Max occasionally chuckling at how at home he seemed flaunting in front of the camera.

“Crazy boy,” she muttered. Before putting g this one to the side to reveal the final magazine, she looked up at Max with a look that barely suppressed amusement. “If this next one is Grayson, I’m gonna lose my mind.” Max only stifled a smirk and a laugh before nodding for her to look. Avery put the magazine featuring Jameson to the side, revealing the subject of the final edition.

The cover boasted a set of neutral colors and shades. A pure white upholstered chair of to the side, a cherrywood side table next to it, grey colors in the background. And in the center, the featured “distinguished person” of the special edition, clad in black shoes, pressed black dress pants and a classy matching belt and turtleneck… was Grayson Hawthorne himself. He looked more classy in this picture than most of his brothers’ photos had been, but he appeared just as comfortable showing off for a camera as Jameson had, just with more subtlety. A peek into the magazine’s pages showed that whoever had been in charge of the photoshoot and wardrobe had been quite insistent however.

Among the distinguished photos of Grayson, there were also some that had less restraint and modesty. One had Grayson lounging over the aforementioned chair, eyes closed, head lolled back, in a different pair of dress pants, now brown, and an open suit jacket without its shirt. Other photos featured this outfit in other poses, showing him off. Knowing him, Grayson must’ve hated this part of the shoot, but you’d never notice by looking at the pictures. He might have disliked the affair, but anyone could tell that he absolutely knew the power he held through the lens and had no qualms with wielding it.

The two girls had a high time thumbing through the photos, laughing at the fact that these even existed, as well as fawning a little over some of the ones of their own respective boyfriends. Libby later got the magazine that contained Nash’s photoshoot, which she gladly took as well.

Well, what did you think? Maybe a part two where they confront the boys about this? Let me know!

#the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #fanfic #writeblr #avery kylie grambs #maxine liu #libby grambs

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saylorsaysstop · 10 months ago

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⭐️ TOP 10 READS ⭐️

I wasn't really dabbling with the book community when I picked up reading again in September 2023 but now in January 2024, I've read 32 books (not a lot but I'm picking up speed finally!) and here are my TOP 10 reads so far on my reading journey 💘📚

Starting at #10...

#10: ICEBREAKER | Hannah Grace

This was one of the first books I read. It was also my first sports romance. I didn't think hockey would be it for me but WOWZA did Nate Hawkins change me. His and Stassie's relationship was a quick one that took my breath away. The spice? You wouldn't have convinced me of the fllth in this book when I picked it up. Honestly, the pages moaned when I opened them. Such a good read! Highly recommend. I'm currently reading WILDFIRE (Russ and Aurora's story) and cannot WAIT for Henry's book! He was my favorite side character 💘

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#9: SECRETLY YOURS | Tessa Bailey

Secretly Yours was my introduction to Tessa Bailey who has honestly become one of my top 5 authors. I love her writing style. A third person typically isn't my cup of tea, but Tessa can change you. This was a great take on a little grumpy x mega sunshine action. Julian Vos is a sucker for his girl and secretly a little freak too. Absolutely loved this! Also, I loved the secret admirer letters back and forth. So good.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️

#8: Unfortunately Yours | Tessa Bailey

This is the second book after Secretly Yours. This follows Julian's sister, Natalie, and August Cates. We meet both of these people in Secretly Yours. There's nothing I love more than a marriage of convenience trope with a little splash of enemies to lovers, but knowing that the MMC has fallen in love first. August Cates? He is a WHOLE MAN. An ex-Marine who is set to keep his late best friend's vineyard dreams alive, his and Natalie's explosive relationship is a succulent read... And in the bedroom? Well, let's just say. He makes it fit. 🔥

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

#7: ADDICTED TO YOU | Krista & Becca Ritchie

The first book in the Calloway Sisters series follows two very complicated people, Loren Hale and Lily Calloway. Best friends since childhood who both face terrible addictions (Loren is an alcoholic and Lily is a sex addict), they've been playing their families for years that they've been together. They do this so they can help others hide their addictions. But when everything blows up and each realizes the other does have a problem, everything goes south. This book had me in tears. It is emotionally tragic and I adore LiLo SO much. I've read Ricochet and am going to start the 3rd book either this month or in February... Also, you may just fall in love with Connor Cobalt. I said what I said 💗

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#6: FLAWLESS | Elsie Silver

When in doubt, remember what Big & Rich said. Save a horse, ride a cowboy. If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. My first cowboy romance ever and I was hooked from the very first page. We meet Rhett Eaton, a playboy bull rider with a hatred for milk unlike no other. He needs his reputation fixed and handled. Enter Summer. The most sunshiney person you'd ever meet gives this bull rider a run for his money. And the sex? Oh wowza. It's so good.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#5: A COURT OF THORNS & ROSES | SJM

My introduction to ACOTAR started off strong. I adored Tamlin (if you know, you know) we follow Feyre Archeron and her journey. I can't say much except you need to read this. It is one of the best series I've ever read, which is why my next 4 are ACOTAR too.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️

#4: A COURT OF MIST & FURY | SJM

ahhhhhhHHHHHH. I CRIED LIKE A BABY. RHYS?? Rhys is my husband. I can't help it.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#3: A COURT OF WINGS & RUIN | SJM

I cried even harder reading this one. Again, I can't spoil it.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#2: A COURT OF SILVER FLAMES | SJM

This is by far my FAVORITE. I am a Nesta girly. Deep down, out of all the Archeron sisters, I relate to Nesta the most. And Cassian is my favorite bat boy... Gah lay. I cannot wait for Azriel's book.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

#1: HAUNTING ADELINE | H.D. CARLTON

My number one book... Is Haunting Adeline. I don't want to hear any negativity. This book changed me. I've got so many book boyfriends, but Zade Meadows beats them all. He is unstoppable. This book had me screaming at the top of my lungs and had me fighting for air. Zade had me questioning everything about myself. He is the dark boyfriend for me. I have Hunting Adeline and desperately want to read, but was trying to get through some of my TBR. I started it and cried by the third chapter so I had to put it down because I just KNOW Hunting will wreck me.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

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amazingmsme · 11 months ago

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Ler Wiggly Lee Hannah headcannons?

Starts off angsty because it’s fucking Wiggog Y’Wrath & an innocent child whomst he kiiinda wants dead? Maybe? Who knows what his intentions are but they sure as hell ain’t good

Putting some of it under the cut cause this got longer than I expected

So she’s running for her life, heart pounding & praying Webby can find her before he does. She manages to find a place to hide & all the while she just hears him getting closer & closer, all the while he’s threatening her to come out & show herself & he might not hurt her

By the time he finds her she’s rocking back & forth, tears streaming down her face. & Wiggly will literally never admit this, but he actually felt bad for causing her so much distress. As much as he can’t stand his sister, he knows this girl means a lot to her, & has heard a lot about her as she grew up, so I guess he developed some level of affection for her. Gagful, I know ~Wiggly

He looks down at her & his wide, evil grin falters as she slowly looks up at him, eyes wet with tears, lip trembling, & she just looks so small. & she just says “please… don’t kill me…” but she doesn’t even think begging will save her, it’s literally her last resort

Maybe it’s because Wiggly’s an older sibling, or maybe he’s finally starting to grow a heart grinch style, but in that moment he decides it’s wrong to hurt/kill this sweet, innocent child, & he can’t bring himself to do it even if he wanted to. But he’s still pissed at her! He still needs to teach her a lesson NOT to interfere with the Lords in Black’s plans! But… he also doesn’t want to upset her any more than he already has. & he really wants her to stop crying, it’s lowkey annoying🫤

But this is THE Tickle Me Wiggly we’re talkin’ about, so he has a full proof plan to cheer her up! But he still wants to come off as threatening, so he only tones it back a smidge. But when she says that, he does his creepy lil wheeze giggle & goes “silly little Hannah banana… I’m not going to kill you. I won’t even harm a single hair on your head!” & she’s just glaring at him, but still looks absolutely terrified & doesn’t believe a word he says. So she tells him to prove it

He thinks for a moment about how to go about this, & then says “how about a deal. If you can answer one question correctly, I’ll let you go, free of harm” & he holds his hand out for her to shake, which she hesitantly does. She’s expecting some impossible trick question, so she’s a little thrown off when he asks “what is the name of my toy?”

She’s sure it’s a trick (clever girl, it is a trick! Just not the one she’s expecting!) she’s looking at him skeptically & goes “T-Tickle Me Wiggly?” & he gets this huge grin & throws his head back with a laugh like “tickle you? Well if you insist!”

Her eyes fly wide open & she turns to run, but Wiggly snatches her around the waist with a tentacle. The life threatening fear she felt gives way to a more nervous, giddy fear, & she’s trying not to giggle before he even starts, but it all feels so silly & she’s so relieved she’s not in any real danger, so she does that breathy relieved kind of giggle

Wiggly is already very amused & goes “laughing already? You’re even worse off than I thought” & he sits down & gets comfortable, pulling her into his lap, all the while she’s struggling to get away as wiggly (ha) fingers & tentacles start to poke & prod her tickle spots. She’s giggling & snorting, trying to shove him away & hide her face at the same time

He notices her blush & teases her like “wow, I didn’t think they made pink bananas” & she just whines & hides in his shoulder & he can feel his heart melt just a little

He knows she’s just a kid, & a human one at that, so he doesn’t go all out like he would with his brothers, but he’s still pretty ruthless. He uses a tentacle to hold her arms above her head & keep her still, & 2 even manage to slip off her shoes. When she shrieks or squeals he makes sure to comment on what funny noises you humans can make!

He’s very intuitive tho & knows when she’s approaching her limit, so he backs off but doesn’t stop completely. More gentle, comforting tickles rather than the hysterical laughter kind. She just curls up in his arms, giggling between a few hiccups. When she can finally speak, she just goes “liar”

He scoffs like “no I’m not! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She shakes her head & is all “no, but you said you’d let me go!” He gives a smug chuckle “I never said I’d let you go immediately.” She tries to back talk him, but realizes he has a point & pouts & he’s like “oh don’t give me that look. Do I have to tickle you again?” & she squeaks & shakes her head, realizing he’s actually let her go & she scrambles away

She’s feeling very conflicted because she had been so sure that he was entirely evil, but he didn’t even try to hurt her when he had the chance, so her entire world view is a little skewed as she realizes there might be some good in the Lords in Black after all

She’s about to leave, but she’s just standing there kinda smiling at him & he snaps at her like “WHAT now?” But he’s really not as scary anymore now that she knows he’s just a silly man & she shrugs “thanks for not killing me”

He rolls his eyes & groans “you’re not welcome”

She just smiles wider & goes “whatever you say… Uncle Wiggly” & she runs off giggling while he’s still sitting there flabbergasted that she’d ever call him that. & he’s even more shocked that it felt good when she called him that. But he’s not ready to come to terms with the fact that he cares about her, & that she might care about him

Just Hannah & her maybe not so evil uncle

#asks #anon ask #lib headcanons #black friday headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #hannah foster #wiggly #tickle me wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #black friday #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

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streetkid-named-desire · 6 months ago

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@merge-conflict tagged me for a wip whenever, im tagging @medtech-mara (creativity is never gone!) and @wanderingaldecaldo

i finished chapter 2

i started chapter 3, i'll put that excerpt under the cut. but this week's challenge in the server inspired me to write a little bea origin that im gonna expand into a longer fic or origin series, here's that

"82052!" the voice called.

A number. That's all we were. Or rather, our birthdates. Numbers written on the death certificate, that's all that mattered.

My head throbbed and I tasted the salty, snotty blood on my lips. My number was called again and I snapped up to look at my instructor, Arasaka-san. Not THE Arasaka-sama, mind you, just some long distant cousin that got sent to the NUSA to beat up little girls.

"Hai!" I returned to my starting position at the opposite end of the black mat. I felt something hot drip down my cheek and checked to make sure they weren't tears. That would make the jeers worse. Thankfully, it was only blood from where his monowire sliced into me when I didn't dodge fast enough.

Motherfucker.

A bell rang and I lunged for him. Time slowed as I watched the red hot wire sizzle centimeters from my face. I dove between his legs and turned to kick out his knees.

He flung his arm back and again I was too slow. Too fucking slow. Always too fucking slow. A searing pain tore across my back as the monowire made sure I wouldn't sleep comfortably for a week.

Motherfucker.

I heard my nemesis giggling right next to me, urging others to join in.

Arasaka-san raised his hand and the girls giggled again. Their stupid uniforms were all styled in the exact same way. The sleeves of the gym shirts were all perfectly folded and the waistband of their shorts rolled the exact same height to show their asscheeks.

Don't know why. It was an all girl's school and they weren't into other girls. Learned that the hard way with my face stuffed inside a trash can filled with used tampons because I looked a little too long at one of them in the locker rooms.

"I thought you liked pussy? Aren't you a dyke? Doesn't this turn you on?"

Jessica, that was her name, stupid fucking goy name. "God, Sheeve, you're so fucking pathetic. This is your fifth time. We all passed this test last year."

"Language!" Hannah, the matron of our group, was responsible for teaching us how to be women. Not just that, but how to use that fact to our advantage. I hated her lessons the most. I couldn't give less of a shit about silverware placement on a table when I only really needed to know the difference in stabbing pressure required to pierce a jugular vein with a butter knife versus a salad fork.

"Sorry Hannah-san!" Jessica said. Her smirk. Her stupid, perfect grin with stupid, perfect teeth, in a stupid, perfect face.

My vision blurred and ran red. Time stopped with Arasaka-san's fist in front of my face. I didn't care what happened to me in that moment, I just wanted to kill her.

I kicked his knees out from under him and grabbed his wrist. I bit down over the tendons that released the monowire from its spool and they spilled to the floor, sizzling against the plastic mat. I threw him to the floor and dug my knee into his back as I grabbed the tanto sheathed in his belt. In one smooth movement the hand and monowire were mine.

I heard a whip crack as I snapped the monowire across Jessica's face. The other girls scattered. The rushing sound in my ears was replaced with an old tune from a forgotten western flick we'd watch at the camp.

Another crack and her nose was sawn in half. I got one last good crack in, taking her eye and half her face. I watched it slide in a single, bloody sheaf to the ground as the guards tackled me to the floor.

I got one month in isolation. But it was worth it to see the hideous, aftermarket plastic garbage they replaced Jessica's face with.

And I finally passed the monowire defense exam.

V opened his eyes to the high ceiling of Kerry's villa for the 15th day of drinking and fucking every joytoy Kerry paid to do so. He inhaled deeply as he stretched and was delighted to smell bacon. He peeled himself off the white synthleather couch and rolled over. He painfully thudded onto the floor where his hand landed with a splat in something cold, wet, and mushy.

Last night's vomit, V assumed. Or was it his morning's? The day before that? V inspected his hand, pondering the timeline of the previous 48 hours and curled his lips in disgust. Whether at himself or at the sensation, he wasn't sure. They were the same, to him. He and vomit. The same thing. Regurgitated out of life's gullet only to be sucked away by a well-paid Filipino maid and her wet-vac.

He wiped his hand on a dry part of the carpet and mustered all his strength to stand up. His body felt heavy and stiff, like he was stuffed with clay—a golem, devoid of my own autonomy, only she holds the scroll. He padded to the giant kitchen where Kerry's cook stood in front of a shining steel stove. The Filipino man wore a pristine white, short-sleeved uniform with a black apron. V walked over to the large industrial kitchen sink next to the stove and washed his hands in the scalding hot water.

"Nagugutom ka ba?" the young man said. V blinked at the cook who gestured at the two pans on the stove with eggs and bacon. V nodded and the cook shooed him out of the kitchen. V sat down on a rickety barstool on a cabinet island behind the cook. He smelled Kerry's heavy cologne before he heard his footsteps and swallowed an all too wet belch that burned his throat.

"How ya feelin' bud?" Kerry leaned against the counter on the opposite side of V. He wore a loose, breezy white linen shirt and light blue swim shorts. A pair of large, round sunglasses perched on his head.

"Fucking shit," V replied. He was suddenly very aware that he was only wearing boxers and blushed. He and Kerry spent the majority of their relationship naked, but there was still something about them simply being friends now that made V feel coy. The cook placed a steaming plate of scrambled eggs, fried bacon, and buttered wheat toast in front of V. He scooped a forkful of egg onto the toast and took a bite, savoring the real ingredients. The two weeks he's spent here did nothing to make him forget Bea. But, he realized he needed to weasel his way over to Kerry's more often to take advantage of the rich rockerboy's access to 'ganic ingredients.

Kerry snatched a piece of bacon off the plate and V glared at him. "Why don't you get outta town? Spend some time with the Aldecaldos?" Kerry wiped his greasy fingertips on V's equally greasy hair as he walked past.

It wasn't the worst idea. Though, Panam said she never wanted to see him again and doubted Mitch or Saul or really any Aldecaldo wanted anything to do with him after they all learned he cheated on her. Hell, Mitch shot at him as he ran to his car half-naked from the tent he and Panam had shared. He wasn't sure if the girl he was fucking in their tent had a better fate.

But, they were fun drunks and he would do anything—including hard labor for them—to stop thinking about Bea. "Yeah, alright. Can I borrow your pet sitter for another week or so?" Nibbles was living it up in an incredibly lavish underground pet hotel.

"Of course! Now, I got a fucking tan to maintain. Fuck off," Kerry waved to V behind him as he walked out onto his deck. Pets were illegal without a license and Nibbles was just picked up off the street. She was getting daily coconut oil massaged and cubes of real dried fish. V almost thought it would be cruel to take her back to his megabuilding. But caring for her forced V into a routine that required he care for himself, too.

#emotional support imagination playground

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mantasunray-art · 10 months ago

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coran is badboyhalo klance ate dnf allura is hannah the other paladins are sapnap sylvee and punz. does anyone hear me. does this make skeppy king alfor that is so fucking funny to me what the fuck am i talking about. also cait is stuck in that balmera planet im in tears im so sleepy... other friends like sam and ant and red are rebels like matt holt or something. also i think dnf would go try to save sapnap shiro style even though their dynamic is different and etc. but like dream is going to save his brother yeppers what am i even talking about im insane

#b.vld

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mad-rdr · 2 months ago

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September Reads

8 books this month!

Wildfire by Hannah Grace (★ ★ ★/5): cute lil romance that was wayyy better than ice breaker. Tbh I was more interested in the workings of the summer camp than the “plot” but hey, I’m a simple creature

Gods Behaving Badly by Marie Phillips (★ ★ ★/5): you can tell this was written in the early 2000s but honestly it was so camp and made me laugh

The Family Experiment by John Marrs (★ ★ ★ ★/5): is this the future of AI? god, I hope not. The metaverse (or whatever it’s called) it’s a terrifying thought and AI babies sounds insane.

Funny Story by Emily Henry (★ ★ ★ ★/5): this set up was funny as hell and I loved the drama. Super cute as well, Emily Henry never misses

The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson (★ ★ ★ ★ ★/5): one of the best historical nonfiction books I’ve read in a longgg time, I was tearing through the pages. Such an interesting style to write in, but I was hooked

Zero Stars, Do Not Recommend by M. J. Wassmer (★ ★ ★/5): a bit predictable but no less entertaining. “Lord of the Flies” inspired is an apt description

Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid (★ ★ ★ ★/5): LOVE TJR. The way she write struggles and character arcs is insane- she a must read author for me and I’m never disappointed. Carrie is incredibly complex and a bit unlikable, but this was a damn good story

House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas (★ ★ ★ ★ ★/5): one of my favorite books of all time, Bryce Quinlan is one bamf, I will never get over her vacuuming up the archangel she murdered and then preceding to become one of the most powerful people in the world all because of LOVE. Ugh I don’t even care that this book was inspired by zootopia- that movie slaps (sorry not sorry)

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scary-movies-on-netflix · 2 months ago

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IMPOSSIBLE HORROR (2017)

This was a super low budget movie, a “micro” budget as some might say. Some productions in this situation lean into the budget, offering a winking meta commentary on the limited funds. This movie, “Impossible Horror,” doesn’t do that. It simply does what it can with what little it has.

We start with Lily, a young woman with insomnia. Her apartment is haunted. She aspires to live a creative life. She goes for a walk one night and hears a mysterious scream! She begins to go for night walks and encounters another young woman, Hannah. There are also strange hoodie people. Each night, after the scream, they find a random object where the scream originated. One night there is a typewriter, but the hoodie people take it first. Hannah fights them in a rather neat, low budget, fight.

Lily decides to make a movie of their adventures. She films them with her smart phone. One night the scream leads them to a buried journal, which she hides from Hannah. Lily reads the journal, which is by Amber, Hannah’s former girlfriend, who killed herself and now haunts Lily’s apartment! Turns out, Amber and other people were also hunting the scream, all for their own purposes, but each of the people ended up killing themselves.

They visit one dude who did not succeed in killing himself. Lily goes to talk to him, and he tries to munch of her feet. She grapples with a sheet before Hannah pulls her free. Lily then cuts herself and enters a crazed state. The scream leads them to a buried notebook, inside of which are Polaroid-style photographs of people who were hunting the scream, including Lily! There is an extended fight scene between Hannah and the hoodie people over the notebook, but she and Lily escape with it.

Hannah wants to destroy the notebook. Lily needs it for her movie, and she and Hannah have an extended struggle over the books. It’s nothing like the fight from “John Carpenter’s They Live” (1988), but it’s actually not bad. Lily ends up stabbing Hannah and then chases her into an underground garage. Lily stalks after her with a little metallic shove. She finally sees Hannah, but a security guard interrupts her. Lily approaches him and stabs him in the stomach with the shovel. Hannah runs to Lily’s room and hides in the bathroom. The ghost tries to help Hannah, but Lily finally stands outside the bathroom tell and tells Hannah that she should kill herself: “Aren’t you tired of failing? There’s nothing wrong with giving up.”

Hannah removes her own picture from the notebook, and there is a razor. She is about to slit her own wrist, but she hears Lily watching their filmed adventures. Hannah leaves the bathroom and joins her. “This is pretty cool,” Hannah says. “Yeah,” Lily says, “It’s not terrible.” Hannah says that Lily should keep working on the film. Lily says that she needs an ending. “What did you have in mind?” Hannah asks. Lily smiles at Hannah, and then the hoodie people attack! They overwhelm Hannah and knock the notebook out of her hand. They are about to stab Hannah, but Lily picks up the notebook and starts to tear out a page! She kicks her laptop to Hannah and tells her, “Film it. Please.”

The hoodie people attack Lily and disembowel her! She still manages to destroy the notebook, and the hoodie people disintegrate. Before Lily dies she has a vision of Hannah and herself going to a movie theater and watching her movie, “Impossible Horror.” Hannah gets up and stumbles to the porch, where she hears people screaming everywhere.

This was surprisingly…good. It’s a weird Lovecraftian horror movie about an unexplainable eldritch threat that drives people insane, but the filmmakers limited the scope to just two young people, so the plot didn’t overwhelm the skills or budget of the production. The filmmaking techniques drew from many inspirations, from found footage to your run-of-the-mill teenager terror flicks to kung-fu action movies. Most scenes were successful. The fighting scenes looked like a lot of fun to film, but I felt that they detracted from the overall creepiness of the movie. The acting was…competent. Lily and Hanna’s banter was reminiscent of a mumblecore movie from the early 2000’s. Hannah was flat and emotionless, but she was meant to be that way. Lily showed a bit more range, but even then her reactions were constrained by the typical young-person-only-speaks-ironically trope. Her physical acting was excellent. Early on, she walks outside with a baseball bat, but before she leaves the building she performs an awkward practice swing. Later on, as she’s chasing Hannah, she embodies menace and terror. She extends the blade of her metal shovel with a practiced flick of her wrist. She was creepy and deranged.

#impossible horror #horror movie #horror movies #movie review #2017 #lovecraftian #good

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alexandervangogh · 8 months ago

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Crimson Threads of Redemption

I'm currently working on a psychological horror that's supposed to have tones of philosophy and allegory that I hold really dear to me! To give it a very vague summary, it's two very unstable teenage boys find themselves chewed up and left to the curb by the world's cruelties, and lean into each other for closure. I try to go for a poetic and abstract style that's very indistinctive and metaphorical!! I'm planning to post little drafts I have because a friend of mine suggested it! I'm going to show you the first page so far, but before I do, please mind the sensitivity warnings!! It covers very touchy topics of the following,

Dark depressing settings

Religious trauma

Swearing, slurs

Self harm, suicide, suicidal thoughts and tendencies

Vomit

Very clear (undiagnosed) illness (depression, bpd, anxiety, etc)

Sexism

Homophobia

Gorey description

Intoxication

Physical/psychological abuse

Pedophilia

Sexual abuse

Cannibalism

loss, grief, lament

existential crisis

Here we go!

Sebastian was not a stranger to funerals. Conventionally, he was not a fan of them. They reminded him of the temporariness of humans. Of all beings. They reminded him that no matter how much he loves and cares, whatever for, it’ll slip away because of God’s cruelty. That is why he devoted his breathing to God, all in hopes he’d be granted with the gift to be permanent, and to love permanently. God did not listen. His mother died this year, and what was so painful, he watched it very slowly slowly happen. First it was his father. He got sick, very sick. Not the kind of sick that had Sebastian and little Hannah out of school for two weeks. The kind of sick that had you in the hospital connected to machines. The kind of sick that was dehumanizing. Sebastian watched as his father became one with the machine that monitored his heart, and he watched it flatline and drain of life, his father along with it. His father's funeral was his first funeral. He stood outside, staring stupidly at the gravestone and holding his little sister’s and grandfather’s hands.

He wanted to hold his mother who'd just lost the love of her life, but she did not want to be held. She began to shrink and shrivel before Sebastian. He watched it in slow-motion. She stopped talking. She did not read Hannah to bed as she used to. She did not greet her children in the morning. She didn’t get up to. She did not eat, or take her medication, or get out of bed. It was like ivy had grown over her and bound her to the earth. He could only imagine how much pain she was in. Sebastian understood before anyone, before all his peers, that there was a falseness to this world. Real things are not temporary. Real things do not die.

There was love being found where it should not have been sought. That is why it died faster. Sebastian found falseness in what was called love to people, and he resented it. Sebastian had slight anger in himself, anger he felt was childish. I am better than this anger, he thought. This anger was towards God, for when Sebastian did not know who to blame, that is who he sought. This anger was judgment, for how could a being so wise create love so temporary? Sebastian did not forgive himself for being angry with god. When God took his father away, he thought, it must’ve been because of my anger. He did not know how to tell his mother that his father’s death was his fault. That it was all because of his conflict with God. Eventually, he did. Eleven year old Sebastian approached his mother, tears welling up in his eyes and a good month after the funeral, he admitted that he had a disagreement with God, and that he was to blame for her husband’s death. Sebastian could’ve looked back on how messed up it was of her to snap, to tell Sebastian it really was his fault, to overdose four years after, but he didn’t. When his mother died, he did not cry. He only stared in shock. He watched it. He played it back over and over in his head, the way she slowly led up to this. The way she was tortured relentlessly until then. She stopped eating, stopped talking, stopped leaving her bed, and died right in it. He would never question God again, and his grandfather only pushed the ideology. It had been the first time Sebastian and Hannah had ever been inside their grandfather's home when child protective services dropped them off. He had no wife, she died before both of them had been born. His house must’ve been buried in crosses. It was uncomfortably clean too. It meant if they stepped out of line even a little, he’d snap. That is when whatever grabbed a hold of their mother latched onto Hannah. Only nine, she refused to eat or go to school. His grandfather did not seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t care enough to talk to her. Sebastian did. When she refused and gave her brother the cold shoulder, he guilted her. He began to cry right there in the room she refused to leave. He cried and begged, and Hannah was aware of the new habit he’d taken upon himself. Sebastian was always prone to self destruction. When he was younger, his biggest form of tantrums would be to thrash around and hit himself as hard as he could. This was so he did not hurt others. As he got older, he found a quicker way to repent when he’d done something wrong in the eyes of god. He’d break his skin, as though it was his “sacrifice.” He feared, and he feared. He was afraid God would torture him. Something seemed to be off with Sebastian since the day he was born. Sebastian thought he must be a natural sinner. He must have some curse that makes him worse than his peers, that is why he was so different. So he tortured himself. Self destruction, so that God wouldn’t send him to hell. So that god would not peel at his skin and crush his bones. He’d claw at his skin, as to say, I’ll do it myself, and his sister was aware. It’d be hard not to. His body was scarred from his arms up, his thighs bruised and scratched from where he would hit. When he began to cry in front of her, she sat up from her bed in worry. Frightful he might hurt himself, she followed him into the kitchen, and ate. She did not miss meals after that. Besides that, she couldn’t afford to. Unfortunately, she had one lung, which put her at a higher risk. It made Sebastian worry. He clutched onto her harder than he did to the Bible. She was his last everything. She was the one thing that hadn’t slipped away yet. He feared, and oh how he feared. He had become her new parent, for his grandfather did not care. Things were temporary. She was temporary. She would break. She would fall. If he stopped holding on, she’d fall apart.

He looked to God like he looked at the sun. With fear, with pain, with much respect and hope. Please return in the morning. He begged silently. His life became less and less significant. He faded in the back of the classroom. He spoke little. He laughed even less. When people spoke to him, he re-remembered every time how distant he was with this world. How far away he was from his own body. He didn’t understand what they said, and after “hello,” the words blurred in his mind. He cared very little. The people speaking to him cared even less, that he knew. Some people, however, had to. For some people, it was their job together.

#religious trauma #religious art #philosophy #abstract #existentialism #nihilism #poetry #writers and poets #art

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can you give me a list of established relationship

This is my dream ask, tbh. According to my notes, it's over 30% of what I read. Listed some of my favorites below (excluded A/B/O, girl direction, anything too heavily kinky, and anything under 5k so if you'd like a list of those, let me know).

dusted in gold Series || frenchkiss || 100k Model Harry, Make Up Artist Louis Harry’s an A-list supermodel, Louis’s his make-up artist boyfriend. They’re something of a dream team.

Down to our bare feet || frenchkiss || 71.5k Disabled Louis, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst Breaking his neck and becoming wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life was never part of Louis Tomlinson's long term plan. No, he was going to make it big in his career, marry the man of his dreams, and live his best life each and every day. That is, until a football injury leaves him paralysed from the neck down, which is less than ideal, he must admit. The story of an ordinary couple living through extraordinary circumstances, featuring wheelchairs, home renovations, intensive rehab, fighting, laughter, tears, ring shopping, and above all, two boys determined to love each other no matter what.

Why Am I Doing This Again? || @berzerkshires || 31.3k Famous/Non Famous, Interview Format, Older H&L AU: It's been 37 years since Louis Tomlinson met the famous Harry Styles. In 2056, Harry has officially announced his retirement with one last request from his management team: a three part documentary. The crew comes to Louis & Harry's house to film an interview with Louis about Harry and their relationship. And Louis still doesn't understand why he's a part of it.

secrets don't make friends || @thedevilinmybrain || 30.2k College AU, 5 Times, Fluff and Smut What an absolute rollercoaster of a fic. I started this fest thinking I was going to write something else, then I panicked, and I wrote this instead. I hope it's as good as my original prompt. Firstly, thank you so much to Aria. This is my love letter to you. My smutty, kinky, love letter of our friendship. To the one brain we share by some cosmic connection. You always support my deep dive into how dirty can I make this and get away with it and give me the best feedback. I could not have done any of this without you. And Hannah, babe, you literally are an angel. Always coming in to save my fucking life by agreeing to beta 30k in one night! When we both were exhausted and you did such an great job. Especially because I can't spell for shit. Thanks you, baby. I appreciate you so much. Also, thank you Greta for coming up with this brilliant fest! So glad I could help out and co-mod with you. It was such a success.

Were We Ever This Young? || @letsjustsee || 17.2 Harry Potter AU, Baker Harry, Auror Louis, Flashbacks “How did it go?” he asked, still not having gotten any hints from Louis’ face.“Obviously it went amazing, Harold,” Louis said, reaching for Harry’s hand, “Was there any doubt I would smash it?”Immediately after finishing his sentence a young girl burst out of the classroom behind Louis, pushing through her peers, sobbing her eyes out. Harry and Louis both took her in, watching as she rushed through the crowd and disappeared behind the many bodies. Harry looked at Louis in confusion, about to voice his concerns before Louis cut him off.“Teenagers, am I right?” Louis said casually, “So bloody sensitive. You hungry? Let’s go.”And with that, he pulled Harry through the groups of students by his hand, Harry too shocked to utter a word. Hogwarts AU in which Harry and Louis both return to give talks to seventh years about the 'real world' with slightly varying results. Inspired by the Chilton scene between Rory and Paris in the new Gilmore Girls.

Fugue || @canonlarry || 16.4k Amnesia, Kidfic, Famous/Non Famous, Happy Ending Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson's biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again.

think I'll take my chances || trackfive || 12.9k College AU, Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort harry worries louis, louis worries harry, they both worry zayn...there's far too much worry. taking care of each other doesn't have to be a one-way street (h/c with extra hurt...and extra comfort...and extra fluff)

Feel My Love || @styleandsin || 10.4k Baker Harry, Fluff and Smut, Domesticity Reason #29: To avoid cleaning, studying, or doing work of any kind. Louis always gets things done on time, he just takes a detour along the way. The detour? Having sex with Harry. Harry never brings it up. Until he does.

Every night, I've got you in my arms ||

Shut It Down When the Time Comes || kikikryslee || 9.4k Kidfic, Teacher Louis, Architect Harry This is it, Louis thought to himself. Finally. And then a loud wail rang through their apartment. Louis stared up at Harry, who had the lube bottle in his hand, ready to pour. “What if I’m quick?” Harry asked desperately. Louis rolled his eyes as the baby’s crying only got louder. --- Or, the five times new parents Harry and Louis try to have sex, and the one time they actually do.

Hea(van) Is A Place on Earth || @insightfulinsomniac || 6.1k College AU, Car Sex, Fluff and Smut Harry turns back to him, cheeks pink and biting his lip. “There’s lots of space.” “You want us to defile Belinda?” Louis asks in sheer disbelief. “I’m kind of desperate,” he admits, eyes shining in the fluorescent glow of the campus street lamps. “And besides… Belinda doesn’t mind.” *** University students Harry and Louis want to spend some alone time together — the problem is, both of their respective roommates are fast asleep. Harry solves that problem with some blankets, a secluded parking space, and his beloved beater van, Belinda.

Gotta Have You || @styleandsin || 6k Kidfic, Valentine's Day “I’m glad I married someone that’s still down with having sex in the laundry room while our kid is in the middle of a movie and there’s ten minutes left until the dinosaur chicken nuggets have to come out of the oven,” Louis says, voice serious but a small smile on his face. “Me too,” Harry says with a laugh before getting back to his food. Louis laughs along with him until he looks down at Harry’s plate, “are you really using a fork and knife for chicken nuggets?” Harry looks up at him and the genuine judgement on his face makes him giggle. “I’m trying to be fancy! We were supposed to be going to a really nice restaurant Lou, I’m just trying to recreate the experience.” He then dips the chicken nugget into his ketchup with his fork. Or, an AU where Valentine’s Day doesn’t go according to plan but possibly turns out even more romantic

NC-17 || kikikryslee || 5.5k Public Sex, Fluff and Smut Louis took the tip of Harry’s cock between his lips and just let his tongue lap over it for a minute. He wanted to watch Harry crumble as best as he could thanks to the dark lighting in the theater. As Louis moved down another inch, Harry’s eyelids fluttered some more. Louis smiled around Harry’s cock, watching as Harry now struggled to not only keep his eyes open, but also focused on anything but the boy in his lap, not wanting to draw attention if anyone were to turn around at this moment. --- Or, the one where Louis drags Harry to a horror movie festival even though Harry is afraid of scary movies, so Louis decides to give Harry something else to focus on instead.

Battle of the Balls || @greenblueish || 5k Famous/Famous, YouTube AU, Secret Relationship “Rim of the hole, Haz, really?” he gazes at the camera again. “This is getting demonetised and honestly, rightfully so. How are we still allowed to make videos? YouTube, why don’t you just do yourself the favour and delete our channels?” “After everyone sees that I win this game though,” Harry winks, dimples still showing. or, the one where YouTubers Harry and Louis play Golf With Friends, go to the pub with Niall and return home six hours after posting the video.

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#28th appreciation #parmahamlarrie #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #trackinghome #hlcreators #1dsource #yourlarrysource #fic rec list #my fic rec list #enjoy!#my fic rec lists #established relationship #larry fanfiction #blanca1958 #asks #fic request list

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thedemigodoracle · 1 year ago

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Ok, so as I jokingly said before “I’m back.” - I’m not joking, I am back.

Not entirely yet but here are some things to wait for in the near future.

Before I list it I need to browse fast through the real life stuff first so bear with:

- one of the reasons I did go missing from art and fandoms in general wasn’t just the ammount of books but also family situations, depression, relationships and in the last few years I lost grandma, grandpa and even my mother to a disease they don’t have it diagnosed yet because it was so rare.

Obvsly took a major hit to my mental health and the ability to write and just have energy kinda left me. I’m handling it I’m in therapy. This is all we need to talk about it.

- it’s been over ten years since some of your fave fics have been updated and while both Clichesbullet on ff.net and thatu on DA will be there and won’t be deleted HERE are what’s to expect:

1. My endgame here is reading the books back and forth again, as well as other source

Material for other fandoms I will

Be publishing for.

-updating the old fan mixes and uploading it to Spotify so it’s more accessible and going back (when possible to art).

- I will use AO3 some new aesthetics and user name (though probably just thatu) and edit a lot more to fit what I believe is better not because the world changed in general but because so

Did I.

Some of the racism and homophobia will still be there are these are the characters having flaws whose arcs weren’t complete but lots of it will also be changed because I’m 34 now I also the world is changed and some stuff just wouldn’t fly and I kinda hate it (but the old material is still there available on the old

Accounts).

- I’m not sure technology will be adapted but some references will here and there and I can clearly deliver something better now that I’ve taught English for over half of my life and am taking a masters degree on translation studies.

- real life will get me too busy sometimes so please I hope you’re excited but I know lots

Of you also have jobs or even families. So leave reviews and keep

Me company but also understand I was bad at updating before even with better time

Management this is will be a ride.

- I’m doing this to prove myself I can do and make good things.

- This site as well as the thatu blog will be updated.

- if you were a follower and have deleted your tumblr or changed usernames please leave a reply with who we were because I’ve had an eventful few years. I remember most of you, but I may need a nudge.

- both my writing and art style have developed and so did my world views - stuff will look different but hopefully still bring you comfort. And laughter.

And tears…?

- there will be some one shots posted focusing on stuff like grown up characters and new knowledge

We now have though the characterization will still follow the book ones as that’s how I kinda got used to it.

- I’m back but I’ll be getting back slowly and posting updates here. Tell ur friends who haven’t been here in a while but used to be part of our group of

Weirdos.

- I missed being a fandom person and hopefully now I can find solace in you guys back again.

- some new fandoms will pop up, as will

Some

Ships (see what I did there? Find solace? Will some ships? Hehe).

-Some extra texts will be added to whatever adaptations I make especially regarding transphobia and HP though I do intend to finish my Hannah/Neville story.

- maybe I’ll write original

Stuff too who knows?

Also, I missed you, spread the word. There’s a brand new old me in town. New ships, new views, new one shots, edits, a very different music taste (actually no I just added more stuff) and a lot of improved knowledge of vocabs and world geography.

Please spread this to whoever you think might be interested. It’s not popularity or anything, I’m trying to get back some pieces of me I lost along the way and writing and drawing used to be FUN and help me make FRIENDS.

I’ll keep u posted once everything is at least remotely ready to go.

And omg you’ll finally know what Silena had on clarisse.

Oh and I’m still not for writing smut but there will be more Adult/Mature like material as some ships require it and I am older. No minors having descriptive s*x

Of course but u know it’d feel weird to talk about these huge ass long relationships and not bring it up naturally.

Anyway, reply to this with whatever. Leave a like or something too but mostly leave a reply so we can start this journey together -

New younger fans are also welcome I’ll make my best to keep this space as safe as possible!! I teach kids and teens and I’d kill for u to have a place to be you safely.

Also there will now be additions on author notes for whether a ship is canon or fanon what I adapted and new fandoms new ships and trigger warnings before sensitive chapters that deal with stuff that before I wouldn’t.

Love, I’ve missed this,

thatu.

#calamity clarisse #Percy Jackson and the olympians #PJatO #leu a #clarisse la rue #Chrisse #thatu

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ambrossart · 2 years ago

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Paper Men: Ch. 27 - Preview

In this preview, Evelyn feels insecure after Henry Bowers insulted her spirit week outfit. Please note, this is an early draft, so it's a little rough. I'll have everything smoothed out before the full release.

Evelyn hunched over the vanity and glared at her reflection in the mirror.

She thought suddenly of getting ready for school that morning, of the strange rush of excitement she had felt when her toes first touched the carpet. Evelyn padded to her closet and saw Tabitha Criss’s sunshine-yellow dress draped beautifully on a wire hanger, its bright, bold color a striking contrast to the rest of her girlish wardrobe. An enchanted smile touched her face as she stared at it. She reached out to feel the fabric and her hand jumped back with a nervous jerk, as if it had accidentally touched something hot on the stove. Evelyn brought that same hand to her mouth and giggled a child’s silly, spontaneous giggle. Then she pulled out the dress and laid it neatly upon her floral quilt.

It stayed there for an hour while Evelyn styled her hair and experimented with her makeup in the bathroom: dusting fine layers of blush across her cheekbones, testing out different shades of lipstick and then wiping the color away, painting on eyeshadow, drawing on eyeliner, leaning into the mirror with her mouth popped open like a goldfish, struggling to comb a fifth layer of mascara onto her frustratingly thin lashes. Then Evelyn returned to her bedroom and slowly, carefully, put on the yellow dress. She placed one foot inside the garment, then (with a little wobble) the other, pulled it over her legs, over her hips, and pushed her hands through the three-quarter sleeves.

When Evelyn stepped in front of her bedroom mirror, she was met with a sight that made her feel dreamy with wonder. She turned slowly to the right, to the left, then leaned forward to fluff out the curled ends of her hair. As she drew back, she thought, Wow… I look quite pretty, and that made her giggle, too.

Then Evelyn thought of the bus ride to school, when Hannah-Beth had said she looked incredible, that she looked like she belonged on a magazine cover or something. There was a moment when Evelyn had wanted to give Hannah-Beth a shove and say, Oh, don’t be silly… but then that same warm, delightful feeling came over her, and all she could do was smile. She liked hearing her best friend compliment her. She liked walking into school and seeing her fellow students turn their heads just to look at her. For once, not having their first reaction be, Oh, great, here comes Little Miss Busybody, ready to ruin our day.

But these were the pastel-colored thoughts of a naive little girl. The next ones came from a darker, more cynical place—a place that made Evelyn’s heart tremble with doubt.

She remembered sitting in her seventh-period English class. She remembered staring at the chalkboard while she took notes and, out of nowhere, feeling this hot, heavy weight bearing down on her. It made her feel frightened, helpless, and exposed. She turned around and saw Ashton Griphin staring at her from the next row over, his eyes searing into her skin like a branding iron. Evelyn twisted away from him, feeling dirty, feeling ashamed, feeling every bit like the horrible word Henry Bowers had called her. She crossed her arms over her chest, drew in her legs, and prayed for the bell to ring. When it finally did, she quickly gathered her things and ran… ran right to this very spot.

Evelyn sniffed and turned on the faucet, started washing the invisible grime off her hands: soaping them, rinsing them, wringing them, soaping them again. Then, as the bathroom door swung open, she turned around and cried in a tearful, stuffy voice,

“IT’S THE BOOTS, ISN��T IT? THEY CHEAPEN THE WHOLE LOOK!”

Evelyn forced these words onto an unsuspecting seventh-grader, who had only come to the restroom for a smoke. The girl's blue eyes widened in bewildered surprise, then fell obediently to the white platform boots that wrapped around Evelyn's calves.

“I think they look fine,” the girl said in a quiet, dispassionate voice. Then she turned around and attempted to leave.

Evelyn stopped her: “Hey, you’re… you’re Beverly, right? Beverly Marsh, that’s your name?”

The girl fell back a step and gave Evelyn a slow, reluctant nod.

“Well, I’m Evelyn—”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” Beverly Marsh said. Her expression was guarded and untrusting, but not entirely unfriendly. In fact, it gave Evelyn a small glimmer of hope.

“Right,” Evelyn answered, feeling a little embarrassed. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled her usual bright smile. “Well, Beverly Marsh, now that we’ve been properly introduced, you’re welcome to say hi to me whenever you see me in the hallway. I know you probably won’t, but you can if you want. The rest of the upperclassmen might treat you seventh-graders like shit, but I don’t. I’d say hi back.”

Beverly smiled softly and for a moment looked remarkably beautiful. “Okay,” she said in that polite, please-stop-talking-to-me tone that teenagers often used on adults. It was a bit of a slap to the face, but whatever, Evelyn took it on the chin and backed off accordingly, sending the girl on her way with a friendly wave of her hand.

The bathroom door groaned as it swung open. Evelyn turned back to the mirror and started fixing her makeup. A moment later, she heard a small voice say, “Hey…” and she saw Beverly Marsh standing in the doorway.

“Look,” Beverly said, “I don’t know what they said to you, but… whoever said it, they’re probably just trying to hurt you.”

Evelyn swallowed hard and forced herself to nod. “Yeah, well… it worked.”

#preview #paper men #bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #belch huggins #it stephen king #it 2017 #ambrossart

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astrasalis · 1 year ago

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☼☾ ( ayo edebiri . she/her. cis-woman. ) The courts of Veritas welcome SCOUT HARRINGTON! It’s been said that the 23 year old POOKA is known to be WISTFUL and FUNNY but she’s also IMPULSIVE and THOUGHTLESS. When SCOUT isn’t working as the BARTENDER at the HIGHSIDE TAVERN, she can be found FLYING HIGH OVER THE MOUNTAINS. If you visit her home in STARDUST HOLLOW, she may remind you of…A SORE STOMACH FROM LAUGHING TOO HARD AND TOO LONG, SUNLIGHT BREAKING THROUGH CLOUDS, FEATHERS AND TALONS SHARPENED TO POINTS, NARROWED EYES ACROSS THE ROOM; she could be your best friend or your greatest enemy. ☾☼

TW: MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING + ANXIETY

BASICS:

FULL NAME: SCOUT HARRINGTON [ FINCH ]

NICKNAME(S): SCOUT

ETHNICITY: BLACK/ASIAN

NATIONALITY: AMERICAN

BIRTHDAY: OCTOBER 9TH

AGE: 23

SPECIES: POOKA [ FAE ]

BELONGS TO: STARDUST COURT 📍

EDUCATION: GRADUATED FROM SOUTHERN OREGON UNIVERSITY

OCCUPATION: BARTENDER

WRITTEN AESTHETICS: SHE'S THE FIRST WIND WHEN AUTUMN BREAKS, THE SCENT OF CRUSHED LEAVES AND RAIN NOT YET FALLEN, SHE’S THICK KNIT SWEATERS, GOLDEN JEWELRY, A MIRROR FRACTURED IN TWO.

FAMILY TREE:

MOTHER: MAURA HARRINGTON [ HUMAN ]

FATHER: BENJAMIN HARRINGTON [ HUMAN ]

SIBLING(S): HANNAH HARRINGTON [ HUMAN ]

APPEARANCE:

Scout is five foot six (short torso, long legged). She’s right handed, clumsy and wide eyed like a doe. Her hair is long enough to be an Afro when she doesn’t have a protective style in, short thick coils of black hair. Most days she will wear it in long braids that fall just above her waist. She’s likely to wear scarves, colorful or full of patterns. She dresses comfortably but with style, tight jeans and loose shirts with bright white sneakers or doc marten boots. She has the kind of smile that lights up a room, a gentle child-like tilt to it.

She has a dagger tattooed on her ring finger, a lunar moth on the inside of her right wrist, as well as a Finch right behind her ear.

SUPERNATRUAL ABILITIES:

Scout didn't know she was a faerie for the majority of her life. She understood something about her was different from the rest of her town but she could never put her finger on it. People took an easy liking to her no matter where she went or who she met. She was a star, the sun bright up in the sky. Still, something always felt like it was missing, her eyes always veering up towards the sky, the clouds fluffy and inviting. She felt weighed down by her life, her friends, her family. It didn't matter how much she loved them, something integral has been stolen from her. When she went off to college to pursue psychology (as most college students do) she took a folklore class as an easy elective but things took a turn when the discussion of changelings came up.

Changeling, a faerie who is glamoured to look like any unsuspecting baby and then switched out right beneath the parent's noses. A faerie. Scout was unsure why she was left so unnerved by these stories, these myths, these tall tales that should be nothing other than that, tales. So why did it bring tears to her eyes? Why did she rush out of the room? Why did she look up at the sky just as air became thin and unreachable? She spiraled, her vision going blurry as her heart panicked, thudded, drummed in her ears and in her veins and everywhere else it could bound it's frantic song. It thunders louder and louder until her heart is not the size it once was. In fact, she's no longer human at all but instead a bird, a golden Finch.

Due to her finding out about her abilities late she has little to no control of her shifting abilities. She also struggles to control her power of charisma, so she often is unsure if people like her for who she is or if it's her faerie power willing it so.

She doesn't know much about magical objects or other supernatural creatures, although she's more fascinated by them than fearful. Scout does get a kick thinking about King Arthur's Excalibur floating someplace out there.

Scout would die for her family; although she often punishes herself by reminding herself that she's not truly their daughter. The true Scout Harrington was disappeared into faerieland 23 years ago. Is she safe? Is she alive? Is she aware of what has been stolen from her?

As for fighting, birds were meant for flying away, so that is what she does. She runs from danger (and uncertainty).

PERSONALITY:

Scout is charming, she does it without thought, without caution. She's funny, she melts like butter on your tongue, she's a star and she does it all without asking for anything in return. She's a good friend, a loyal type that will listen when you need an ear or someone to laugh and gossip with. But she's prone to paranoia, anxiety, and episodes of fractured self image. Sometimes she can accept this skin and this face and these eyes are not hers but she made them her own and some days she cannot stand to be human at all. She cannot stand to be a thing with thought and grief and everything heavy that comes with humanity. Some days she only wants to be a bird, lost to the wind and the open night sky.

It's easier this way, to not have to constantly second guess someone's intention towards you.

FAMILY:

The Harringtons are a middle class family who were born and raised in Ashland, Oregon. They were the progressive sort, the kind who held to their morals and their empathy with a steely grip. Maura and Benjamin were the kind of parents you wanted, outwardly supportive, patient, kind, stern when necessary. Scout loved them. She loved her sister Hannah more.

Here's what Scout doesn't know. The night the real Scout was stolen, Hannah heard the changeling cry from her sister's crib. She took a seat beside the crib and it's imposter, peered at her from between the bars and made a decision. Hannah knew the thing in her sister's crib was in fact not her sister, not human at all. She could not explain it, she would never speak it out loud, but she knew and she loved Scout anyway.

Q's + A's:

Scout has lived on Veritas for a year now. She moved the day after her panic attack/bird transformation. She'd heard about the Isle before but she never had a reason to look before. She has yet to speak to her family since her departure. She sent them a letter so they know she's alive and well but she refuses to come home, refuses to call. She's terrified if she were to see them she'd tell them the truth. She is not their daughter. She came here to find answers, to find the real Scout (and herself in the process hopefully).

Scout may be biased but she loves the skies of Stardust Hollow best. It smells like riverbeds, and flowers, and something too much like magic to properly describe.

Scout isn't really afraid of other supernatural beings but she often wonders if this is only because she was raised human and has an ingrained curiosity for such things. That could easily change overnight, as of right now, she's not afraid of them.

Scout, like her feathered counterpart likes to sing. She's not fantastic or anything but she does enjoy it.

CONNECTIONS:

Scout is easy to befriend, it's keeping her that's difficult. If you betray her trust, even if only once, it will take hell freezing over for her to forgive you. She does not fuck around about her friendships, much less romantic partners.

TBA

pinterest. spotify.

#[ muses--; ]#vih.intro #[ tw--; kidnapping ]#[ tw--; anxiety ]#[ scout harrington; biography ]

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aspiringpolymath · 1 year ago

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Mid Year Reading Check In

I compiled this at the end of June, so it's not up to the minute accurate, but a good indication of how my reading year has gone so far. I tweaked the questions a bit to suit my reading style. If anyone sees this and wants to answer them PLEASE tag me so I can see what you are reading!

Mid Year Book Check In Questions:

Did you set a reading challenge; if so, how’s it going? (AKA How many books have you read?)

Best book(s) you’ve read so far?

Best sequel or book in a series you've read so far?

New release you haven't read yet, but want to?

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year?

Biggest disappointment?

Biggest surprise?

Favorite new author? (Debut or new to you)

Newest favorite character (for whatever reason)?

Book that made you cry or saddest book you’ve read?

Book that made you happy?

Favorite review you've written this year? (Can be glowing or a takedown)

Favorite cover for a book you've read this year?

What books are your priority to read by the end of the year?

Answers:

According to GR, I’ve read 239 books (tho I prefer ‘title’ since some are pretty short. I read a mix of novels, novellas, shorts and manga/comics.) My GR goal is 365, so I’m ahead of schedule!

Bests

Manga - Restart After . . . duology by Cocomi

Graphic novel - Mamo by Sass Milledge (ff ya)

Non LGBTQ+ romance book - The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna (still casually queer)

Short book - Bisclavret by K.L. Noone

Standalone mm romance book (there are not a lot of these, lol) - We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian (I didn’t want it to be over, so I really took my time.)

3. Three way tie between The Missing Page by Cat Sebastian, Malibu by Emmy Sanders, and Out of the Wild Night by Marina Vivancos. Oh, and Muscle Cub by Slade James!

4. Loads, but I still haven’t read The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles and I really need to get on that.

5. I’m looking forward to the next volume of Our Not-So-Lonely Planet Travel Guide by Mone Sorai. Oh, and Gentle Chaos by Tyler Gaga (ghosthoney on IG and TikTok)

6. I was most recently disappointed by How To Say I Do by Tal Bauer - not hugely, just wasn’t what I was hoping for.

7. I was really pleasantly surprised by Show Me How to Trust by Ray Celar. I didn’t have high hopes after book 2, but this one really took the time it needed to with the characters. Not a perfect book, but really lovely.

8. I’ve read a couple of short things by her in the past, but this year Crystal Lacy has become a new go-to author.

9. Sal from The Demon’s Mate by Delaney Rain, and maybe Collin from Off-Ice Behavior by Hannah Henry.

10. Some I’ve already mentioned made me cry, but I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain by Will Walton made me cry no fewer than five times. It’s a weird prose poem YA book about grief and generational addiction, I thought it was so well done. A book that made me cry mostly happy tears was Keep Me by HJ Welch.

11. The audiobook of Heartbreak Boys by Simon James Green made me legitimately lol.

12. Well, the one that has gotten the most likes on GR is my 1 star of The Right Wrong Number by Katie Warren, but I did like my pithy review for So These Rude Grumpy Arrogant Jerks Fall In Love and It’s Gross by TJ Land. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5353619286

13. The Roger Crenshaw books by Taylor Titmouse have amazing covers, and illustrations inside, too.

Also, Haunt, Heart, Havoc by Freydís Moon has a super striking cover.

14. I’d like to get back to In Memoriam by Alice Winn. I started it, but there were holds and I knew it was going to get very sad. Oh, and this probably should have been listed above, but I also want to get to Something Wild and Wonderful by Anita Kelly soon.

#mid year book tag #mid year book freak out tag

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