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sansfilter · 2 years ago

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i literally love everything about your blog. i'm not just saying that because we're friends, i mean it with my whole heart. i'm so glad we became close because you're amazing, and everything you touch is pure gold. every character i've seen you write, you've managed to capture their voice, it's incredible. robin specifically i am in awe, you've captured all her little quirks, and your dialogue is always on point. even in our regency threads, which i imagine is probably a hard adjustment, she still sounds so perfectly robin while still feeling right in the era? all your graphics are stunning, your whole blog is aesthetic is just chefs kiss. i love your writing so much, you're so so so so talented

ANONYMOUSLY OR NOT, TELL ME SOMETHING YOU LIKE ABOUT MY MUSE/BLOG

HELP I DIDN’T MEANT TO UPLOAD THIS BUT I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING!

okay, but seriously!! this is the sweetest message i’ve ever received and it means the world to me. you have no idea. i was so nervous to make robin bc i know there are already so many and i feel like everybody has found their robin, but i lov her sm and i lov u sm!! i consider myself so lucky to know and write with u. ilysm <333

#emeraldshe #🏳️‍🌈 ➥ ❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐒 ▓ answered ask.#🏳️‍🌈 ➥ ❝ 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ▓ out of character.#( save. )#[ god this emoji looks so mean i'm so sorry ]#[ vicky forgive ]#[ everyone forgive me ]

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jonahlovescoffee · 3 years ago

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OK I’M FINALLY ALONE WITH NO ONE TO DISTURB ME AT 6AM IN THE MORNING SO I CAN FINALLY TYPE THIS OUT.

The descriptions of the town at the very beginning has already got me HOOKED. I’ve always ALWAYS LOVED SMALL TOWN FICS because they’re sooo wholesome and cute and *whispers* living at one has always been my guilty secret little city girl’s dream. I can picture everything perfectly in my head and everything flows so smoothly that it feels like I’M ACTUALLY THERE (well technically I AM BUT u get my point djfhvfg).

and DANIEL DANIEL DANIEL! HOW CAN A MAN BE SO PERFECT?! AN EXCELLENT FATHER AND A TALENTED PERSON IN EVERY FIELD? No wonder he managed to capture the eyes of most of the women in town...

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE JOBS U GAVE EVERYONE because THEY SUIT THEM SO WELL AND I CAN TOTALLY PICTURE THEM DOING WHEAT THEY DO. LIL JACK WITH HIS APPLE ORCHARD AWWWW!!!!! (ps. it reminds me of APPLEJACK from my little pony BYE)

AND WHO IS THAT BISH WITH THE BASIC NAME AGAIN? oh yes, katie—ew just EW, YOU ALREADY HAVE A HUSBAND SO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM DANIEL 🔪 and omg zach SOUNDS LIKE A BIG DOUCHE TOO HERE so i can see where katie is coming from...

LASTLY, IM JONAH’S WIFE? dvhbruviwuh a dream come TRUE honestly!!!! eeeeekkk!!!! living in a small town as the wife of mayor frantzich with a perfect leetle family?! YES PLEASE- @stuffofseaveyy YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE YELLING OK BC I AM TOO 😭 i smiled into my supper (why am i always EATING while reading? no idea) when i spotted my name at the a/n, and the 🦋 came when i read it in the fic 🥺 ILYSM FOR INCLUDING ME IN UR LIL UNIVERSE <3

Seasons Change (d.s.) - ONE

A/N: This one already holds a special place in my heart and it has barely even begun! Might be a bit slower on updates because I want to make sure it’s perfect for us all. Thank you to @stuffofseaveyy for your unwavering help with plotting this storyline out, @randomlimelightxxx for your excitement and help, and of course, @jonahlovescoffee for being my hype girl and the best mayor’s wife anyone could ask for ;)

Summary: Everyone knows everything about everyone in this small rural town in east Connecticut and the handsome single father who owns the farm down the main street seems to always be the talk of the town. Balancing the care of his acreage, raising his school-age son, and coaching the local boys’ hockey team keeps Daniel busy; but his mind never strays far from the expansive and vibrant flower gardens planted outside his farmhouse.

Warnings: This story touches on topics such as loss of loved ones and grief. Nothing too detailed but read at your own discretion x

If you weren’t looking, you would miss it. An hour-and-a-half drive east of Hartford, Connecticut rested a small town that barely occupied more than an intersection of space in time. On your way east towards state lines, a rectangular green sign half covered by an oak tree would welcome you to Lincoln – Population: 200. You’d leave the town before you even realized you were in it if you weren’t paying attention but maybe that’s how the locals liked it.

People moved to Lincoln to get away from the bustle of the city…it was full of those people who had ‘let’s ditch this town’ mindsets and set down roots in a section of the world where they wouldn’t be bothered. It was the type of town that lived in the lyrics of a country song: picture perfect homegrown peace where everyone knew everyone and everyone had a place. It was easy to know everyone in a town like Lincoln. Driving in from the city you would pass a white paneled church, a few small single storey houses with lengthy driveways, the red trimmed general store, a brick sided restaurant, a run down and rusted mechanic’s shop, and catch a glimpse of the small community center just past the park before being enveloped by the nothingness that middle-of-nowhere Connecticut was known for.

Not much happened in Lincoln – at least nothing that was worth noting. Sometimes a car would break down and a city dweller in a designer suit would find his way to the general store to ask for assistance or, more often, a coyote would be rumoured to be roaming at night but that was the extent of the excitement. The most exciting thing to do outside of day to day work was play hockey and it seemed to be the town’s pride and joy of a pastime. There was no such thing as ‘hockey season’ as hockey season was year round in the small town of Lincoln, Connecticut. The community center housed an ice rink that could be melted down to a basketball court but everyone stayed for the hockey. The Lincoln Lighting Junior and Senior leagues were usually the talk of the town. The school-aged boys (ages 7-13) played for the juniors and the later teens and most of the fathers played for the senior league. The captain of the senior league was the coach of the juniors and he owned one of the few farms a few paces north of the main intersection.

A father of one and the best hockey player Lincoln had ever seen, Daniel Seavey was more than one could expect from a small town man.

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