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caitybug · 4 years ago

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It may be February but... why not haha.

Below the cut, organized in chronological order, are the fics I wrote in 2020! All put into one place :D. Thank you to everyone who read, kudos’d, commented, beta’d, and supported my writing. It was my first ever year writing fanfiction, and I am so thankful for all the friends I’ve made because of it.

<3 <3

If Not For You

Word count: 92,461 Chapters: 36 Rating: M

Summary:

Simon was born and raised in the midwest, and he thinks he has his life figured out. He has a girlfriend that he feels happy with, is excited to drive for his junior year, and can't wait to get away from his father when he goes away for school.

However, this all changes when his mom dies and he is carted to the east coast to start at a boarding school. Simon then has to deal with having a roommate (who hates him), living with his mother's death, and wanting to be anywhere but where he is.

To add to it all, one day he gets a strange phone call, and he wonders if his mother's death was really an accident at all.

author’s note:

This was my first like actual fic. And my first try at writing something. This fic will always have a special place in my heart because it helped lead me to all the amazing people I now call friends <3

Not only that but it was a bit of therapy for me. (Self insert? In MY fanfiction? More likely than you’d think!)

Anyway, whenever someone comments, leaves kudos, or otherwise acknowledge that the fic exists I get emotional haha. I also have like three playlists for it too haha.

The Heist

Word Count:7456 Rating:T

Summary:

It's the fourth year of the Halloween heist, and Baz is determined to win. He thinks he has it all planned, that he knows Simon Snow through and through.

Despite this, somehow Simon still manages to surprise him.

author’s note:

b99 AU bahaha. Need I say more??

Pay Your Fines, Snow

Word Count: 1524 Rating: T

Summary:

Baz Pitch works at the local library every summer. He's annoyed at kids who run around, people who don't follow directions, and Simon Snow- who can't pay a fine on time.

author’s note

This fic was the first of the fics that sparked all my crazy prompts haha. It was so much fun to do!

There is a wonderful podfic of this made by the amazing and beautiful @xivz, and it also has art now by @peachpit-gabe!! Go check it out here.

A Rebirth

Word Count: 3374 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon and Baz need to finish their presentation for their Art History class. However, Baz also got pulled into watching his younger siblings for the weekend.

Frozen 2, chicken nuggets, sword fights, and themes of Renaissance.

author’s note

I wrote this for the amazing @krisrix as a prompt! It was so much fun to do and I legit wrote the whole thing in like one afternoon and had it looked over and posted it haha. I still feel bad because Kris legit asked for babies and I kicked the babies out at the beginning of the fic LOL.

Coming Together in Three Parts

Word Count: 4639 Rating: M Chapters: 3

Summary:

Three snippets of their lives after Wayward Son.

author’s note:

The summary definitely leaves a lot to be imagined haha. But I decided to pull a @ninemagicks and give a metaphor of threes and I love yous. So it’s three lovely stages after Wayward Son. There’s the I Love You, the moving in, and then a marriage proposal. I was fairly proud of this! And I did this as an exchange fic as well.

The Three Acts of a Wizard

Word Count: 6439 Rating: T

Summary:

Today, Baz is giving Simon a reprieve (or, that's what he is telling Simon.)

Cue a removal of cursed body parts, a grumpy fireplace who *knows* what is happening, and a shrill frizzy-haired friend threatening to poison some scones.

(this is a remix fic for @ninemagicks HMC AU YWSAFS

author’s note:

I wrote this for Nena’s birthday in the summer! Their friendship has meant the world to me, and this story is what I think gave me the gall courage to message them and harass them with 2k word comments/metas haha. If you’ve not read their fic, make sure to do so!

Heaven is a Place on Earth

Word Count: 12,711 Rating: M Chapters: 5 Summary:

Five hours each week. That's all Simon and Baz get.

But we know that's all they need to fall in love...

A San Junipero AU

author’s note:

This fic idea came to me randomly and I literally wrote it in a week. I love it so much, and despite being MCD I think it’s still generally happy (I mean.. they do end up together??) Idk, it has a special place in my heart. And I made @krisrix read Baz with an american accent so... win win haha.

(Un)Sexy Saturday

Word Count: 6157 Rating: M/E Chapters: 9 (they’re different stories each chapter.)

Summary:

Summaries vary by chapter. Overall it’s just a collection of silly stories where sex gets interrupted.

author’s note:

Honestly this series was so fun to do. I need to continue it sometime! From beauty blender butt plugs, to swingers, to garlic allergies... it just makes me laugh haha.

5 Times Simon Wanted a Fistbump, and the 1 Time He Finally Got It

Word Count: 5489 Rating: T Chapters: 6

Summary:

Simon Snow hasn't had a lot of friends in his life. He has Penny, who is great, of course. He has Baz (but does he count as a friend?)

So now, seeing Shepard, he's got a chance at a friend. A bro of sorts.

Simon sees the final hurdle in their friendship to be a fist bump. A simple signal of their friendship.

But how long is it going to take to get it??

5 + 1 Yearning for a Fist Bump.

author’s note:

Simpard. Friendship. And art by @nick-eyre?? Perfection.

A Goblin’s Skull, Maccies, and a Door Handle

Word Count: 2017 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow wakes up in a building he doesn't know, tied up and blindfolded.

Luckily his best bro Shepard is there too.

author’s note:

Wrote this as a little bday treat for @nick-eyre :D. Decided to give Simon a friend who would also lust after goblins with him haha.

One Word, Four Letters, A Lifetime's Worth of Pain: IKEA

Word Count: 2428 Rating: T

Summary:

Baz comes home and notices the house is suspiciously quiet.

When he finds Simon, surrounded by unfinished pieces of furniture, he can't help but ask... why?

Author’s note:

This was written as a birthday gift for @foolofabookwyrm! She is an absolute gem and has never been to IKEA, but now I hope she understands the struggle of building IKEA furniture haha.

The Beat of My Heart

Word Count: 2230 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon is kneeling on the ground, waiting for Baz to come home.

He has a question. One he's wanted to ask for a while.

author’s note:

This was written as a birthday gift for @krisrix! A little proposal fic for the rat king <3 <3

Out of My Mind

Word Count: 10876 Rating: M Chapters: 3

Summary:

Baz and Simon are living their lives, domestic and content. They have a nine-year-old daughter, a Sunday morning routine, and plans to be alone for the first time for a while.

But when a girl who is growing into her powers reads something she shouldn't, they get into a predicament they don't expect.

author’s note:

This was a COE gift for @krisrix! Body Swap! Parents! Married! I tried to do it all for him haha. 2020 was really the year where I was like yeah, let’s write Kris a million fics. And honestly—wouldn’t have it any other way.

Imposter vs Crewmates

Word Count: 754 Rating: T

Summary:

Everyone has their quarantine coping strategies.

Simon tried to bake bread.

Baz watched Twilight.

But Penelope...

She introduced the gang to Among Us.

author’s note:

Look. I’ve no excuses for this lolol. Just thought it’d be silly :D.

The Ethics of Wanting You

Word Count: 1417 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow realized recently that he has a crush on Baz.

Penny suggested he find reasons to spend more time with him, so he suggests a study session for their ethics exam the following day.

(It doesn't go as planned, but the result is very much worth it.)

author’s note:

Birthday gift for @peachpit-gabe <3 <3. Just a cute one shot with snowbaz.

Pumpkin, Let’s Make a Patch

Word Count: 2516 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow is trying to create a neighborhood pumpkin patch.

Baz, unknowingly, rips the pumpkins out of his front lawn.

(How will he make it up to him?)

author’s note:

This was done for the COC. I based it off this cute tiktok series with this kid who rode around on his skateboard and plants pumpkins around his neighborhood.

Weathering the Storm

Word Count: 2248 Rating: T

Summary:

Shepard was nine when he first met a boy he'd learn was Simon Snow.

He was in a ditch crying, and Shepard wasn't sure what to make of him.

This boy lived in his mind until he saw him again years later.

And today, when there's a storm unlike any other in London, he knows who must be at the center of it.

author’s note:

Honestly. This is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. IDK. It’s so short but... I love it. And if you like to listen to fics— @bloodiedpixie did a phenomenal podfic of it! And @nick-eyre did AMAZING art for it too <3.

New Beginnings

Word Count: 2090 Rating: T

Summary:

It's the first New Years Eve after the Christmas that changed everything.

After Simon Snow and Baz kissed.

After they defeated the humdrum.

After the Mage's death.

But, as many of us do, it's time to take the New Year as an opportunity to begin anew.

author’s note:

Part of a server exchange I did for @knitbelove :D.

And, all of the prompts I’ve yet to put on ao3... lolol

#2020 masterpost #Caity did fanfiction #Caity does fanfiction #still #but wow I really DID that y'all #i wrote over 250k last year #YIKES #damn #anyway #this has been great #love you all

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fizzingwizard · 4 years ago

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Episode 41 was another fun one! It doesn’t seem related to the main plot, but that’s ok because we needed more world-building. And it does give us a bit of character development. Most importantly of all, it’s the DESPERATELY needed Sora-focused episode. And it’s all hers. We really needed this for Sora and I’m really happy with how it went down. It’s a simple, easy to follow story, and yet it was still cute and funny and good for Sora.

My one complaint would be that, though it’s great to see Sora be awesome and see her friends appreciate her, she didn’t seem to have something she needed to “overcome” like Jou and Koushirou, or something she had to prove like Yamato and Mimi. There’s definitely an important theme for Sora which, like the others, is related to her Crest. It just didn’t have the gravitas I felt it needed. It was a much sillier episode than Yamato’s, for instance. (But nowhere near as silly as Jou’s.) Still, overall very good.

Pic of the day:

A vision of perfection.

More below!

First off, the animation in this episode is really nice. Almost uniform througohut, and some seriously great expressions. CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE

The kids are taking a break (yay!!!! again!! I sweat the producers are reading my blog, HELLO PRODUCERS, THANKS FOR GIVING ME EVERYTHING I ASKED FOR, lol). Taichi and Sora spend it teaching the Digimon to play soccer. Interestingly, some of the Digimon evolve in order to play x’D I guess I can see why Gomamon can’t really play unless he’s Ikkakumon. Plus Tailmon is already Adult level anyway.

It’s really fun to see how much Sora and Taichi both love soccer and love playing it together. Koushirou has a cute moment explaining to the others how awesome Taichi and Sora’s teamwork is.

Sora blows the whistle on Tentomon for grabbing her because you don’t do that in soccer. I think this is a little unfair given that Tentomon can’t really kick the ball that well since he’s got bug feet xD

The whistle Sora has, for some reason, is Jou’s, given to him by his brother so that if he runs into a bear in the woods, he can whistle for help. Lol. That is adorable and hilarious. Still wish it was Hikari’s whistle though

Speaking of Hikari, she and Takeru are happily engaged in making flower crowns together while Patamon smushes the grass.

All of a sudden, these weird, veiny meteors come crashing from a huge island floating in the sky, leaving a crater in the field. Could be dangerous!

Taichi: I’m not afraid. Besides, I’m curious.

Yamato: Be careful, Takeru.

Takeru: Yeah, be careful, Hikari.

omg too cute

I mean look at these expressions and body language. It’s fantastic. I love how Taichi looks like he’s trying not to get too close as he pokes the object with a stick and how Koushirou is like hiding behind his computer lol.

They discover it’s not a meteor, but a fruit. (And look another adorable Taichi face!) Question is, is it edible?

Agumon: Sure is!

Taichi: D:

no seriously I love Taichi being freaked out by his own partner. Lol. It’s one of the best things about Taichi & Agumon. I ate it up in Tri lol

So, I expected Yamato to be the downer of the group here along with Jou, but he’s just concerned that the fruit is too small for everyone to share. Aw what a mom.

It’s also pretty funny that, when a floating island appears and a mysterious fruit falls down with enough strength to leave a crater in the ground, the kids’ reaction isn’t to wonder about what’s going on, but to try to figure out how to eat it lol.

At this point they’re just so used to floating islands that it’s lost all novelty. They’re like, “oh, floating island, been there done that”

Agumon comes up with the obvious solution and Taichi and Sora fly up to the island together to get more fruit. Why only two of them go... is convenience for the episode xD

But it does lead to some good Sora moments and Taichi/Sora friendship. First, Sora is absolutely adorable. Even Agumon comments that she seems in a really good mood and Taichi can tell it’s because of how much she loves playing soccer. The way Sora talks to him, all fast and excited, is just so cute. You can tell she really loves soccer, especially with Taichi.

This episode kinda made me ship Taiora ;_; it was honestly more Taiora than any one episode in the 99 show...

Meanwhile, another giant object starts falling off the island towards the rest of the kids, and Palmon makes THE WEIRDEST SOUND. Like SO WEIRD. I think Yamada Kinoko passed out and made this noise while recording or something bahahahaha

Anyway it’s a refrigerator. Now appliances are falling out of the sky. I don’t understand why it makes the same size crater as the fruit despite being way heavier.

OMG baby Taichi’s hairrrrrrr I cannot

Soon they come across Flymon (why do Sora episodes always involved bugs...? This is the third time lol) who’s abducted a very helpless looking Digimon. They decide to help. Agumon gears up his Baby Flame but is stopped by Sora, who realizes that if they attack they might hurt the victim as well. I assume this is meant to tell us that, while Taichi’s brave and a strategist, another pair of eyes from someone like Sora whose first priority is others’ welfare is a big help.

... except that Sora’s plan for “tackle them” doesn’t seem to me that much better xD It still results in the poor abducted Digimon falling through the sky to her doom... I guess it’s better than falling out of the sky and alsobeing on fire tho

They catch the Digimon, who is Pomumon and just as pathetic as he looks. Meanwhile they’re being attacked by... Tropaliamon? Tropicanamon? lol I already forgot, a big bird with the ability to MELT ENTIRE FORESTS.

Pomumon explains that Evil Tropical Bird-mon and his Flymon invaded the island and started turning all the Pomumon into fruit. When the fruit ripen, they eat them. Pomumon is now the only Pomumon who hasn’t been fruit-ified.

Agumon: ... so... does this make me a cannibal?

Taichi: Maybe now you’ll be mindful of what you eat!

Okay and now the most AMAZING interaction ever, between Yamato and Mimi, and seriously it is a TRAVESTY that they don’t interact directly in the 99 series, I mean LOOK AT THE GOLD WE GET HERE,

Mimi says she hopes there’s fruit or juice in the fridge. Yamato makes an expression like someone just insulted his mother.

They then proceed to argue over what constitutes “juice” and Yamato’s all fired up about it and Mimi’s just like “lol not listening”

IT IS HILARIOUS. Quality content. Mimato shippers eat your heart out

And... this is all they do for the rest of the episode. bahaha. I DON’T EVEN CARE. I love the idea that they fought over this the WHOLE time and never even opened the fridge. The others just had to listen in baffled astonishment xD

Taichi and Sora fight Evil Tropical Bird-mon to save the Pomumon, but Taichi and MetalGreymon get knocked into the pitcher plant that turns Digimon into fruit.

Metla Greymon doesn’t quite fit into the fruit, his horns are really stretching it out lol.

and asdfghjkkl;’‘ TAICHI GETS TURNED INTO A FRUIT TOO, HE’S A DEFORMED BLUEBERRY, HIS GOGGLES THO, LMFAO

i really shouldn’t be as amused as I am

now... I have to say it - the one thing here is, the show has already played its trump cards like Omegamon and WarGreymon. I am sure they have more in store before the end, but the point is, it’s hard to believe Taichi is struggling against Digimon who seem like they shouldn’t have a chance against him. It’s like, you can defeat DoneDevimon, but not Evil-Tropical-Birdmon? You can escape the influence of Millenniumon’s miasma, but not a pitcher plant?? lol

Sora gets ANGRY when Taichi becomes Taichi-fruit. Her Crest of Love glows and brings out Garudamon. Taiora fans around the world screamed.

One way or another, this leaves Sora on her own (yay). And she is a busy girl. She wants to save Taichi first, but Pomumon also needs her help, and Garudamon needs her support while fighting the enemy.

Pomumon: don’t worry about me! I can fly on my own! *fails miserably*

Sora’s face says “I just don’t understand this world,” lol

They are then attacked by Flymon, and Pomumon still pretty much expects Sora to protect him. Sora’s like, “Fine, I’ll deal with Flymon, but you have to go save your friends,” and when Pomumon asks how, she just says “GOOD LUCK” and tosses him away, which honestly made me laugh out loud, you go girl

she’s like QUIT BEING SO USELESS DO SOMETHING ON YOUR OWN and just chucks him

buhahahaha

Pomumon, despite being useless, is able to free one of his comrades. After a brief discussion about how useless they are, they go to save the others.

I believe I can fly

I believe I can touch the sky

think about it every night and day

spread my wings and fly away

Sora thinks back to yet another soccer game where another student did a foul, I guess, on Taichi, and knocks him to the ground. Seeing Sora get so angry and protective of Taichi - omg, it totally squeezes my heat, gah. And it also makes her look so cool. Not just the girl in the back who comforts you when you fall down - also the one who runs up and tells the bully to back off!

that hair tho

Even though he’d been hurt, Taichi encouraged Sora not to quit playing and to win the game. In present time, Sora recalls that instance and uses it to push herself onward:

At this point, I could’ve gotten annoyed: as much as I loved the Taiora friendship and seeing their teamwork, it’s Sora’s episode, and I didn’t want her to succeed because of “what I learned from Taichi.” However, it’s very similar to Koushirou’s episode, where it was the faith Taichi had in him that gave Koushirou the confidence to find the courage he already had. It’s similar for Sora. Plus, since she’s got the Crest of Love, it makes perfect sense that love for her friend would be a motivating factor here.

On top of that - the things Sora thinks about Taichi are then echoed by Garudamon, only about Sora. Sora won’t give up because Taichi never does - and Garudamon won’t give up because Sora never does. You can see the chain reaction: friends building each other up through their support and faith in each other. Very sweet.

buhahahahahaha the freaking taichi blueberry

I really expected Taichi would be a little more wigged out about having been TURNED INTO A FRUIT, but once he’s free he’s like “Thanks, now let’s get back to the fight!” lol

to be fair there were only a couple minutes left in the episode, no time for freak outs i suppose

They save MetalGreymon who goes to back up Garudamon, but then Sora comes up with a plan.

Of course, it’s related to soccer.

Obligatory Cool Girl Soccer Star Sora shot

They kick the ball to lead the Pomumon’s seed? attack directly into Evil Tropical Bird-mon’s mouth. This... seems to be our kids’ favorite play this season, lmao

While choking on seeds, Garudamon and MetalGreymon launch their attacks and finally defeat him. Yaaaay goodbye weirdass fruit transmogrifying cannibal Digimon bird thing

Taichi tells Sora she’s awesome T______T It’s soooooooo sweet. My Taiora heart leapt

and my Taishiro heart whispered “he said カッコよかった to her but saves すごい for Koushirou <3 “ lol

Soooooo cute. MVP

Garudamon agrees that Sora is awesome

Ending card

So... the honest truth is yeah, this episode wasn’t necessary for the plot at all, and it would have been nice if it had been. But not all of the others’ center episodes were plot-related either. The important thing was for it to be wholly Sora’s episode and give her some Crest-related development. It did both those things.

I really would have liked a conundrum for Sora to fix, but I think the problem there is, since before now she wasn’t getting attention at all, they hadn’t set much of a foundation for that conundrum. The first time around, it was “oh, Sora is kind, so she wants to help anyone she sees” and there was a bit of personality clash with Yamato. Though it was small, it was a good bit of development and useful for two characters. It also led to Yamato and Sora’s friendship strengthening. With Taichi and Sora, we’ve been told they’re friends and teammates, but have not seen many strong examples of that. And, if there’s a fight between them, it could easily turn into a Taichi episode... that’s what I think anyway. So I guess the focus point for this episode was showing how Sora’s deep love for her friends strengthens her already, and maybe there’ll be more complex problems in the future, perhaps when she gets her next evolution... We’ll see.

Anyway. Good episode. So glad to see this show seems to be pretty solidly back on the rails. We only have like 20 episodes left though, seems like a lot but it’ll go fast.

That’s why I’m a bit surprised to see that next week looks like another not really plot-related episode:

Takeru and Yamato are going to a theme park. There’s no context for why they’re not with the others, but my guess is Takeru wanted to go and Yamato took him... easy as that xD I guess we’ll see, but I really hope this doesn’t mean the team is splitting up again.

However, we really do need quality time with Yamato and Takeru as well, so I’m all for this. It’s like the show really has got some self-awareness about how lax it’s been developing characters and relationships thus far and is now cranking it HARD to fit everything in we’ve been missing. Good.

#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon psi #digimon adventure:#digimon reboot #fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon #didnt check for typos as usual

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koishua · 3 years ago

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I am not great at theorizing but I would love to hear about your favorite characters from atla!

oh my, i am SO down for this. let me take a look, okay

i wont rank them or anything bc i love them all, but my top five would be uncle iroh, sokka, toph, suki, and azula.

UNCLE IROH. is the story's source of lesson and of wisdom. he is such an icon and he is loved by all istg he is the best man ever i love him so much i wish i was related to him as a niece like zuko or something. he truly is so wise and kind against all.

he is one of a kind, he was such a gem and held a strong view of what was wrong and what was right. i think people underestimate how great of a bender he is, tho. he was a member of the order of the lotus (eyyy the oldies but goldies gang basically lmao) aka the strongest people ever hello?? he represented the fire nation in that group and my GOd is he an amazing one.

he is different from most, because unlike other firebenders, his skills and abilities aren't directly derived from anger and fury. that's why he isn't as hot headed as regular firebenders and even teaches zuko about this (which works bc zuko is considerably calmer later in the series)

and then there is his legacy. mans beat an entire dragon in a battle of flames?? he breathes fire too so that's always the coolest thing ever and his diligence while working himself back to prepare for war in that prison absolutely took me out omg the way he strategizes??? explains why he was a general. he has a heart of gold unlike any.

SOKKA. now for him, i have the biggest amount of respect and adoration for. let's adress the elephant in the room here. he singlehandedly devised a ginormous plan to defeat am empire that has been raising tyranny for over a century. how fucking awsome can one get?? mr sexy brain amirite?

plus, he was completely skilless the first part of the series and his entire growth just blows me away every single time. sure, he had his little boomerang but that was it. after they created gaang tho, his potential was so fully exploited i cant even express how proud i am oml he was diamond in the rough.

he acted so brash and was the comedic relief character a lot of the times, so his subtle feats of intelligence didn't get noticed a lot, but oml the way i am down bad for him. his determination and desperation to become god at a skill is so enjoyable to watch like,,, the piandao episode where he learns how to wield a sword is one of my favorite episodes of all time!! anyways, this is getting alittle long so lets move on to....

TOPH BEIFONG. listen. lis-ten. thats my girl right there. i was eight when i first watched atla and she was twelve and the amount of confidence she instilled in little-me is just- *sobs* (also i realized that she is literlly the only character in this with an official lastname lmfao)

toph is forever going to remain as THAT icon. her mindset is as stable and stubborn as they go because of her earthbending lmao i love how self-assured she is. she is the definition of born into riches, growing to become greatness.

her heritage is not at all important to who she is as a character and most people even forget that she is insanely wealthy because she never mentions it. but anyway that is beside my point idk why i touched on this aspect. moving on!!

i feel like they portrayed her childish nature so well in this series like?? sure, she was the greatest earthbender of all time and still is, she was also a twelve year old tween lmao she was something else istg

and her sass, humor and just her entire attitude was so solid oml she was THAT bitch and i mean it in the most awed way possible. i can talk about her more but imma keep it short for this post's sake.

SUKI. my idol right here y'all. this is my og feminist queen right here. badass woman i love her so much. embodies courage, hard work and strength in oneself. man, kyoshi warriors are super awesome i literlly do not have any other words about her other than "woah"

obviously, she couldnt bend at all but growing up on kyoshi island, one made by avatar kyoshi herself by literally parting an entire section of land away to carry them back to make an island by spouting out lava hundreds of miles down the ocean floor is just???? but we aren't here to talk about the blood-thirsty woman rn-

she learned how to deal damage on benders who dared to attack their homeland and she is just- just- idk ugh she is so gorgeous too like?? forget about sokka please, come marry me instead i beg you ;-;

suki is so quick to react to danger and doesn't wait for anyone to save the day. she knows what she can do and she does her best to help ;-; im thinking about that once moment when toph fell into the ocean and suki was the first one to dive right in their to save her while everyone else was just literally standing there lmao even katara who could literally bend water

AZULA. now, this is where shit goes down. i lover her as a character that has been developed to show what a bad childhood environment could lead to in children who are particularly cunning and born a little sharper than others.

azula was a threat to all at the age of fifteen. fif-teen. she was a mastermind in countless incredible plans that overtake populations and she is so incredible quick-witted. perfectly evil for the sake of being evil, but also not at the same time.

the azula we last see in the agni kai between her and zuko, her own bilogical older brother whom she had tormented pretty much their entire life, was the product of accumulated trauma and pressure that she had been subject to ever since she had learned bending fire. blue fire.

she had shown from the start that she was gifted and strong and was on a league of her own compared to other kids. all of her childhood was spent garnering the approval of her father and grandfather who were toxic and evil and bad role models for her. anyone who grows up in bad environments are guaranteed to turn out messed up.

her mother preferred the softer zuko than her sadistic daughter and not receiving her mother's affection enough really showed its consequences in the last few episodes where you get to see her breaking down. she hallucinates about her mother and it was so heartbreaking to watch for me as a seventeen year old. i didn't really get the extent of her pschotic breakdown as an eight year old.

for heaven's sake, she was a devil. idk my thought are so scattered rn but i feel like i can make a post about her complicated character later when i gather my thoughts properly bahaha

tldr for azula: gifted child gone horribly wrong

anyhow, this was super fun omg

#“(?)” ⸻ letters from friend.#feyre × 🍂

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years ago

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hi steph!! im looking for some domestic johnlock, could you direct me to some?? i want my heart to burn from the domesticity bahaha

Hi Lovely!!

BWAH OF COURSE I HAVE DOMESTIC JOHNLOCK. A huge list of them in fact, and I just checked my offline list and I can totally update the lists with some new fics I’ve recently filed! :D

DOMESTIC JOHNLOCK Pt. 5

See also:

Platonics and Domestics

Platonics & Domestics Pt 2 / Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 / Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 5 / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / Established Relationship Pt. 3

Platonics / Bromance / Friendship Pt. 3

Domestic Johnlock Pt. 4

And When The Night Is Over by Simply Isnt On (K, 329 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Platonic Bed Sharing / Not Slash) – Sherlock and John sleep together.

You Should Have Let Me Sleep! by theraggedypond (T, 1,542 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Sleepy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Domestics) – After a three day case with no sleep and hardly any food, Sherlock is recovering from it by playing comatose. John finds out what happens when you wake up London’s favorite consulting detective.

Happy Birthday John by Starlight05 (K, 1,580 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, John’s Birthday, Shopping, 3rd Person POV John) – When an important date comes up, Sherlock finds himself doing something he never has before - shopping! But will he succeed and manage to get his best friend a present?

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1,921 w., 1 Ch. || THoB, Friendship, Humor, Bed Sharing, Missing Scenes, Cranky John, Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Gen, but can be preslash.

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John’s bedroom is now a research library. It’s not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They’re friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it’s not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It’ll be fine.

Insomnia by TheSingingGirl (K+, 2,635 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sleep is merely the next frontier in what has become the battle to keep Sherlock alive. It’s because of this that John ends up in bed with a sociopath.

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it’s time to act.

It’s Just Another Birthday by Vintage Tea Party (K, 3,207 w., 2 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock’s Birthday, Sherlock 3rd Person POV) – When John makes a birthday cake for Sherlock he thinks its an innocent enough gesture. But nothing is ever normal with Sherlock and this isn’t just another birthday.

Human Body Pillow by Lunavere (K, 4,122 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Five and Ones, Sleepy Johnlock, Bed Sharing) – A story about the five times John fell asleep on Sherlock, and the one time Sherlock fell asleep on him.

Sleepless nights by El loopy (T, 5,467 w., 3 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Panic Attack, Worried Sherlock) – Sherlock has a nightmare and John wants to know what it was about. Set during season 1. Three-shot.

On Favors and Keeping Score by Ewebie (G, 7,622 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic, Fluff, John Whump) – John woke up to the horribly unpleasant sound of his clock alarm. Which meant he’d slept through his phone’s alarm. And for a moment he glared blearily at the noisemaker before smacking at it with his palm. Ugh, he felt like rubbish. The back of his throat was burning with the irritation that heralded a proper dose, his nose was threatening to drip every few seconds, and he had the uncomfortable flush that normally suggested a fever. Nothing high, just uncomfortable. Nothing deadly, just irritating. Nothing worth calling in sick with, just a full day of discomfort in the face of other people’s discomfort. It was going to be a day where he was forced to bite his tongue from telling people off. “You’re not as sick as I am, so off you pop.” Part 7 of Tumblr Shorts

Sometimes When We Touch by kedgeree (M, 7,755 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss/Time, Inappropriate Giggling, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Virgin Sherlock, John Whump, Touching) – John might be touching Sherlock a little more often than is strictly necessary. Sherlock probably hasn’t even noticed. Right…?

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by “accident”, it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he’s given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost… magical.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #strikingsherlock #domestic johnlock #domestics #fic rec wednesday

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dark-and-kawaii · 6 years ago

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I’m seeing all the Tokyo Ghoul stuff here and I just had a flashback to when my ass like all over Tsukiyama (Was that his name? I don’t remember it, the purple haired guy with the arm thing. Fuck I just realized how badly I need to get back into the series). Like no joke my obsession reached ‘That motherfucker could step on me, spit on me,strangle me, break my neck and I would thank the ever living fuck out of him’ levels. Was there method to my madness? Probs not but I thought I’d confess this.

YOU TALKING ABOUT MY MAN TSUKIYAMA SHUU!?!?!

I looooove Tsukiyama!!!!! He’s one of my top favorites in Tokyo Ghoul!!!

I met his voice actor this year, J. Michael Tatum and I nearly had a heart attack!!! I had to sit down and I absolutely stopped talking... he was laughing and doing the voice and asked if I wanted a picture and I said no.... I handed him my Tsukiyama plush for him to sign and I just ran....

Small embarrassing moment there.... But that’s me sharing with you guys (o///o)!!!

I totally understand your obsession with Tsukiyama xoxo because mine reached that level and it still is only sadly I don’t think he’d spit on either of us or break our necks... He’d eat us though... if that counts bahaha!!!

They made him so pretty in Re:!!! And for that I’m thankful!!! And thanks for confessing!!! I love these because it always feels great to talk about it!!! Especially if it’s someone as gorgeous as our gourmet ghoul!!!

~ Love Kiwi xoxo

#tsukiyama shuu

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ekaaaang · 2 years ago

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Hello to myself I guess? Or hello Lhae? 😂

It’s been a while tumblr! Here I am. 2022 has been a roller coaster ride so far (please let the rest of the months’ ride be at the top if not just be in the normal heights 😭). I achieved a lot of things this year but I failed at some. I am starting my journey of healing and becoming a better person and I am gonna start with a social media detox — the reason why we are here! It’s just a bit ironic that tumblr is also a social media bahaha but tumblr is the most I guess, “non toxic” one, twitter’s a mess (hi, elon) and I wanna document my “offline” journey, just like Spell Saab’s newsletter. 🫶🏻

WHAT MADE ME HAPPY

In this healing journey, I want to appreciate every little thing that made me happy, so I am including a “what made me happy” portion in each entry. I want to feel happy and blessed with every little thing and not dwell on the negative ones. I realized, appreciating every little thing makes you feel contented and at peace. Gratitude is the key.

I also want to stay away completely to social media except for messenger. No doubt social media has been the main source of my anxiety and insecurities. Seeing people do well in their lives—is making me forget all the things I also do well in. I keep forgetting the fact that I also have my own achievements and that they have theirs (hence hello “what made me happy” is very improtant for me).

WHAT TO LOOK FORWARD

I also want to include a “what to look forward or upcoming (in saab’s newsletter)” portion in my entries. Looking forward to anything (even if it’s a day with Lhae or the release of new eps of on going tv series or a gala) motivates me and helps me get through my very stressful work week.

I have also started to really take care of myself and I got to excited and splurged on so many products bahaha but so far I feel happy and I FEEL GOOD. I’ve been learning how to take care of my skin and it is honestly so relaxing doing my routine. I also love bath time more these days. I do love my bath time because it’s the part of my day i consider my “therapy” time.

LEARNING

In this part, I will write about my learnings! I am starting to learn about in Photography! I recently shot prenup photos for my ate and kuya. I know I have a loooot to learn and I mean A LOT and I am excited to learn more about photography. I am still thinking of what should I do on my free time maybe read few chapters each day or find a new hobby or maybe continue learning nihongo once again.

That’s it for now. I am nervous and excited at the same time because this will be a HUGE change in my routine—in my life generally. I hope masunod ko reminders ko. Haha! Praying na maging consistent ako. New year, new me is the goal. Rawr! 😂

See ya tom!

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Yagiz + Hazan… HOW DID IT HAPPEN? | #review

Originally posted on Fb on February 13, 2018.

UNEXPECTED DISCOVERY: A Journey to Truth... and Love

There is a considerable amount of argument out there of the distinct difference between “INSTINCT” and “INTUITION" (and might I add, “INSIGHT” is usually a close echo after)—I’m sure many of you are privy to it. Shucks, there’s even argument of the precise definition of what each of them actually mean, let alone their distinctions from each other. It’s warranted. I myself wonder what the differences are, subtle and delicate they seem to me. Which then caused me to question, whether I myself accurately know their respective definitions in the first place. With enough investigative research, it appears that many, even those who are notably educated in the human psyche, have not really settled on a clear definition. But thank heavens, there is enough understanding of what they are that we all can find common ground where we can agree on their meaning. I won’t recapitulate a comprehensive exposition of the arguments for its scope goes both wide and thin but I will say this; yes, there is a difference between the two and yes, there are both psychological and physiological components associated with them. And yes, sometimes they are used interchangeably with each other but the simple fact of the matter is, without having to acquire a degree in psychology or biology, just a brief digital jaunt to Meriam Webster’s site or Wikpedia, and add to it Oxford’s for good measure, you’d get a comfortable idea of what “Intuition" is versus “Instinct".

Okay... WHY am I saying all this?

For authors and writers in general, knowing the definition and difference, even the philosophy, of any two words is quite necessary. Well, hello, words are what you need to tell a story, so it’s a no-brainer that nailing the definition of what something actually means is crucial. But to stop there, is to just remain at the mechanics and technical expectation of what a writer does. And that’s just a bit, uh—boring. But, now... In the CREATIVE space of what they do with what they know… Well, that’s a different ballgame.

Especially in Filmmaking.

(Ha! Some of y'all were probably wondering if you were still on a Fb group for FHVK, or ended up at a linguistics class instead 😝. Caglar trolls y’all all the time so what’s another nerd to put up with, right ✌️)

Here’s the thing. INSTINCT and INTUITION… I don’t think we truly realize just how much both of these two concepts are SHOWCASED in the Writers, Directors, and Cast’s portrayal of FHVK. Because I am truly a nerd 😆, I would decode the snuff out of something and with YagHaz, I’ve made some findings peppered throughout their story. And I gotta say, these two concepts are what made the relationship between Yagiz and Hazan quite enjoyable for me to analyze. (And hey, it might just be the same for y’all too—but the jury’s still out on that verdict till y’all conclude this review).

What’s more, I’ve discovered that decrypting what was instinctual and intuitive for them was just the TIP of the iceberg. Because these concepts only lead to significant INSIGHT (whad I say—close echo!) of what was truly, and DEEPLY going on between these two lovely, yet in so many ways, misunderstood people—though methinks the latter is only truest for Yagiz (but that’s for yet another time and discussion 😉).

If you’re ready for a long ride, allow me to explain further. But consider yourself WARNED—I’m notorious for writing super long reviews 😆. But what can I say, things worth gaining do take time. Pfft. Just look at the pace for these two adorkable characters. Long’n’slow be the Writers' middle name, yo.

I’ve broken this review into parts and you are now just concluding PART I. You can pause in between and save the reading for another time if you’d like. Do with it as you may—but I do hope you enjoy the ride!

PART II: INTUITION — Could It Be…?

Last review, we briefly covered on what was INSTINCTUAL for Hazan in this remarkable bond she shares with Yagiz. And believe me, there’s plenty more on that subject matter, not just for Hazan, but for Yagiz too—and it is quite mind-blowing on his part. I can’t wait to tell ya, but we’ll get to that later. Let’s first begin at the start of their journey.

When they first laid eyes upon each other on the 9th floor, in the 901st room of the Egemen hotel, both Yagiz and Hazan were under the influence of a LIE. It resulted in an intense confrontation on false premises of each other. But we also witnessed the electrifying chemistry between the two for the very first time as they clashed against and into each other. If that first brush with destiny as that rain puddle splashed onto Hazan as Yagiz passed by didn’t do it for ya, this hotel tryst is CLINCHER that the two were ENDGAME.

Two minutes into the encounter, the instinctual alarms were blasting off for both, pealing the message as they faced each other that the person standing before them was surely Bad News. Yagiz may have entered in already with his buttons pushed by Sinan’s deceptive tale, but the point is, a set of INSTINCTS in both were bred and sprung because of a single vile lie, which they believed for nothing but the truth at that point in time. To Hazan, Yagiz’ cryptic remarks denoted something oppressive and sinister, along with his dangerous eyes and icy tones. And to Yagiz, Hazan’s flummoxed reaction was just cheap trick to deny her harlotry whilst caught red handed. And so their instincts told them to defend, and ATTACK... Each other that is. And we got a showdown that literally drew blood. Yagiz thought she was a whore and Hazan thought he was a pimp. No wonder his face was cut. And no wonder she was thrown a Benjamin.

But here’s the good news; those instincts were bred by a FALSE reality... Which means there will be a different disposition altogether when the TRUE one emerges.

So HOW then, did these instincts we had gloriously witnessed in Hazan when she held on to Yagiz for dear life as the crowd watched upon her shame in E25 were birthed?

Well, that’s when INTUITION comes in.

Let’s take a look at Yagiz’ journey to understand what that means.

When things began to get disjointed for Yagiz concerning that hotel room incident, “something” began to niggle in his senses...

INTUITION.

It was telling him to seek the truth because things weren’t adding up, and so Yagiz followed a trail. But being on that path of discovery pit him against his immature, irresponsible, and selfish younger brother, to the point that not only was a construction project he’d committed sixteen months of his hard work and dedication was wrested from him, a two-year young company he’d started with 70 other dedicated people was shut down altogether. Which then led to his explosive revealing to his father, of the brokenness he had been carrying all this time because of the separation from his family. And so Yagiz chose to resign from his career and abandon that path of discovery entirely. It was costing too much of him. But he’d soon yet discover that it really wasn’t up to him… Fate somehow had kept linking them together; Hazan’s sister that he'd had to find and care for, Hazan's presence in his home as she embraced the sister he sheltered, Hazan's police arrest he'd witnessed and its reason that he had to solve—Yagiz unwittingly kept finding himself in the thick of things with all things Hazan (heck, they even began to share the same roof after her home caught on fire!), beginning with that historic hotel tryst, and on that path of discovery yet again and again, despite his previous attempts to bail. Eventually, the path led him to a key finding; Hazan had ripped the half-a-million lira check her mother tried to haggle out of his family. It was then that his initial INTUITION that first made itself known in E4 was proven right; a lie has been fabricated.

Hazan was not who he thought she was.

PART III: INSTINCTS — When A Man Loves...

There was a key phone call scene in E12 between Yagiz and Sinan, in which point Yagiz asked him what he finally wanted to speak to him about, and Sinan's answer was, “the first thing that you have in mind…”

Yagiz KNEW then, INTUITIVELY, that his younger brother was the perpetrator of the lie that had caused him to “trample the dignity” of an innocent girl.

The entire truth was finally revealed; And his INTUITION was the hand that wielded the SWORD that cut down the blinding veil of lies. And from then on,

A peculiar series of INSTINCTUAL behaviors from the aloof and independent Yagiz Egemen was put on display.

And his actions spoke ALOUD and OTHERWISE of what his words would eventually say on E14—that he has NEVER been in love...

Pfft. WRONG.

Buddy, you’re so smack dabbed in it, your soundtrack is a remix of Michael Bolton's “When A Man Loves A Woman” 😂

Allow me to explain why.

When Yagiz told a fib in E13, to interfere on Sinan’s confession to Hazan by offering her a deal to be the face of Egemenlar Cosmetics, some of y’all probably wanted to shake his head silly. I, for one, did. Why was this man covering for his cowardly, manchild brother’s sorry tail—a sentiment that Sinan even echoed. But what did Yagiz say? “THINK whether I saved you…

“I did it to save her.”

BAHAHA 🤣

Okay. Telling a lie to cover a lie is never a good idea. And telling a lie to save somebody is just an oxymoron—like “Civil War”; there’s nothing civil about wars, they are violent and brutal. Lies don’t really beget solution. Lies beget lies. Though I don’t condone his methods, I get why Yagiz did what he did. It was a quick fix that he could come up with in that moment. What I want to point out is not the fact that he could’ve handled the situation differently—because telling lies is never a good idea (shucks, isn’t he now suffering, some twenty episodes later, under the heavy weight of secrets and lies himself?)—but I’d like to cite the fact that his protective instincts were kicking up to safeguard the girl who he had once shamed; If Hazan found out that Sinan was the man responsible for disgracing her, Yagiz knew she’d leave their family mansion which was her shelter since a fire had ruined her home. His objective was to keep Hazan away from being homeless, especially after all that junk she’s had to go through. But this wasn’t even the first time we even saw him protecting her, isn’t it... A similar thing happened a few episodes before. Only that time, Yagiz was trying to protect and spare her from the cruel and humiliating fact that her mother was bargaining her (who he’d at that point thought was solely responsible for the lie, instead of his brother), when he said to Hazan that he only sent the lawyer to advocate her case because it was Sinan’s request—lying, because Sinan's initial objective was actually being Romantic Romeo, by landing himself in the cans to share the jail cell next to her, while Yagiz' was being out there trying to get her out.

(Mmm. Maybe there are girls who love those sort of things and call it “love", that a man landed himself in jail to join you there. But at the end of the day, TRUE love is about being someone RELIABLE. Someone who sacrifices and rescues. So it bears to think twice whether it was truly love or—yes it feels good, but still it was just—romance. Sure, Sinan eventually displayed the effort to rescue Hazan, which is credit to him. But Yagiz from the get go was trying to do that, retaining the perspective of what would serve and benefit Hazan more. Mark that at that time, that though he’s reserved a measure of intuition of the truth, the lawyer hasn’t even revealed yet that Hazan had ripped that check. So Yagiz was still under a lot of influence that Hazan was a ya-know-what, but still he sent the lawyer to help her, gave her the benefit of the doubt—speaks volumes of his character. So you tell me which should be the first choice—but the only choice, quite actually—of the worthy man of her heart.)

So where else do we see Yagiz protective instincts operating?

Remember when Yasin showed up with a gun trying to be the Grim Reaper for Yagiz’ soul? But Mr. Freezer here remained the cool headed guy he was, showing no indication whether he was worried for his own safety, only raising his voice once, and even that was to put an end to Yasin’s verbal attack on Hazan’s sister’s virtue, not his, and then continued to retain his chill.

Until Hazan decided to move towards the gun.

Yagiz sprung forward like the hounds of hell were at his heels, yelled her name with a rage, and pulled her body towards his. The look on Hazan’s face after, when she was in his arms... 🤣 Though we then proceeded to witness Yagiz' level-headedness in trying to set things in order afterwards, we briefly glimpse how much the whole ordeal ACTUALLY affected him. The three Camkiran women could’ve been down to two that night. Notice his ungainly walk to his car when he and Hazan had to make their way to the police station to give their testimony. Mr. Keep Cool no more, Mr. Jerky Movements he was; he abruptly stopped and looked back to assure himself that she was close behind him. And when he saw her, he just had to open her door 🤣. In the car, he was attuned to her movements. His ever perceptive eyes shifting between the road and her face, trying to detect any sign of stress plaguing her then finally asking, “Are you okay?” You could see the tension exuding off of him. The man was strung up; the anxious gulp, the worried eyes, the distorted face… though subtle they had. Yet what they are showing is that his protective instincts were kicking up again. And in his own cryptic way, he couldn’t stop himself from expressing that he took issues that she had put herself in danger. And guess what they ended up talking about 5 seconds later—like, literally?

REFLEX.

As in what comes to you INSTINCTUALLY…

Yeah. BAHAHAHA 🤣

So all these before E14 ever said hello, so err—still wanna tell me that Mr. Freezer here was “never” in love before?

And then alas, EPISODE 14 arrives. ✊

And what a HUUUUGE kicker it was!

But here’s the thing. In order from keeping this post stretching all the way to Istanbul, I’d have to call it a day. Because seriously, there is literally so much stuff going on in E14, flippin’ episode needs its own review all by its-oh-so-magnificent-self. I’m already struggling to keep this current review as succinct as possible. I couldn’t even fit some noteworthy epicness that should've really gone up above, but I shall try to on our next—and yes, mind as well warn you now—LONG ride 😆. So y’all stay tuned. Or go on a swim. Or take a long nap. Or go star gazing—heard Jupiter’s coming to prominence this time of the year. Whicheverhoo suits yo fancy! 😁

Been a pleasure, folks. 😎

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hornsbeforehalos · 7 years ago

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Hunter And Arrow: Part Seven

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Warnings: Language, the fact that I wrote it, violence, discription of death, main character death, smut, kidnapping, semi-abusive relationships

A/N: I do not own TWD or any of it’s characters besides the OFC’s I’ve created. Do not repost my work anywhere without my permission.

SERIES MASTERLIST

TAGS: @make-things-beautiful2 @reigningqueenofwords @srj1990 @jesbakescookies @aquivercactus @daddy-kink-confirmed @kellyn1604 @reedusteinrambles @dragongirl420 @addiction-survivor25 @through-thesilver-lining @redm81 @jodiereedus22 @docharleythegeekqueen

Jesus led the group to one of the trailers in the middle of the community, knocking on the door loudly as they all piled onto the porch. Maggie Rhee opened the door to greet them, smiling widely at Jesus before letting out a squeak at the sight of Daryl.

“Been too long, Daryl. You should come see us more.” She drawled in her deep southern accent as she wrapped her arms around the archer before turning her attention to Hunter and Arrow, “And who might this be?”

Daryl let out a cough to clear his throat as he stepped back to introduce them, “This’s my wife, Hun’er and this is my daught-”

“Woah now, now back up a minute, Dixon...what did you just say?” Maggie balked, eyebrows raising quickly and mouth gaping.

Hunter rolled her eyes at her husband at the same time he rolled his, “Yes, Mags, I’m married. Been married. And to answer ya next question, ya never asked.”

“And that’s yer-”

“I’m his daughter.” Arrow answered proudly, beaming smile up at the woman who continued to look amazed.

“You gon’ invite us in or leave us out here in the heat?” Daryl asked impatiently, earning him a smack on the arm from Maggie before she moved aside to let them into her home.

She lead everyone to the table in the living area of the trailer, and they all piled around in the chairs as she put the giant pot of spaghetti in the middle of the table top.

Daryl wasted no time in serving himself.

“Daddy, yer gonna choke!” Arrow giggled as she watched her father devour his plate before anyone else even had lifted their forks.

“Jesus Christ, Daryl Wayne, have some fuckin’ manners” Hunter tisked, smacking his arm with the back of her hand.

Maggie’s fork fell out of her hand at the same time that her and Paul’s mouths dropped open. Daryl immediately groaned.

“Wayne?” Maggie balked, her eyes the size as saucers before a beaming smile creeped over her face, “God Damnit! I told Glenn! I fuckin’ told him! I hope he’s rollin’ over in his fuckin’ grave!”

Daryl noticeably tensed at the speaking of the man whom he’d gotten killed, but Maggie continued, giggling at Hunter’s confused expression, “Glenn and I had a bet goin’ fer years, tryna figure out his middle name. He never would tell us, though.”

Hunter let out a small laugh as she looked at her husband, “He’s always hated it.”

“Fuckin’ hate you too, righ’ now.” Daryl grunted before shoveling another heap of pasta in his mouth, the tips of his ears blood red as they poked out from his hair.

“Be nice to mama!” Arrow commanded, throwing a piece of her meatball at her father. Maggie and Paul both let out barking laughs at the girl’s attitude.

“Girl, I’mma wear yer ass out if yew don’ watch that mouth.” Daryl scolded, pointing his fork in his daughters direction.

“Be nice to mama and I won’t have to be mean to you, Daddy.” Arrow retorted, narrowing her eyes smugly.

“Arrow Rae, listen to yer father.” Hunter chastised, eyes never leaving her plate as she twirled noodles around her fork. Arrow sunk back in her seat but stuck her tongue out at her dad when he turned his head to his wife, earning her another chuckle from Maggie and Paul.

“She’s just like you, Daryl.” Paul commented, shaking his head, “Can see where she gets it from.”

“She got it from her mama,” Daryl corrected, shaking his head at Hunter as she looked up at him from her lashes sweetly, “Mean as shit.”

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line, Dixon.” Maggie smirked as she gathered her own bite of food, “Glenn would have loved ‘er.”

Daryl continued to stare into his wife’s eyes, and she could see emotions clouding them at the mention of his friend again. Hunter cleared her throat and turned her head to Maggie, “I’m sorry for your loss, hun. Daryl told me-”

“Thank you, dear. I appreciate it, but I’m done being sorry fer myself. He woudln’a wanned it that way.” Maggie replied, her head cocking to the side with her smile affectionately, “And it’s good to know that bastard got what he deserved.”

“My mama stabbed him in the throat!” Arrow exclaimed, jumping up in her chair again happily, “He didn’ listen to her and he knew better.”

“Arrow Rae!” Hunter barked, scowling again at her child who instantly stilled.

“When ya gon’ teach that girl some fuckin’ decency?” Daryl growled, glaring at Hunter.

“It’s fine, Daryl, really.” Maggie insisted, giving him a small smile.

“She’s a fuckin’ savage.” Daryl complained.

“How did he ‘know better’?” Paul questioned. Hunter went to open her mout to reply but Arrow cut her off.

“People who don’t listen to my mama die.” Arrow giggled with a shrug before shoving her last bit of food into her mouth, “Mama, I’m tired.”

The rest of the table was staring at Hunter, who looked down with a blush before setting her napkin beside her plate and moving to stand to get her daughter, seemingly ignoring them. She gathered the girl in her arms and sat back down in her seat, her attention devoted to cleaning Arrow’s face of all traces of her messy dinner.

“I could watch her tonight, if ya’d like,” Maggie suggested, her eyes tenderly laid on Arrow, who was slowly falling asleep in her mother’s arms.

Daryl choked out a cough before grunting, “Ya ain’t gotta do that.”

“It’s no trouble, I need the practice anyway,” Maggie concured, her hand smoothing her shirt down over her protruding bump before she looked to Hunter, “Please?”

Hunter’s mouth fell open for a minute as she gaped at her, and she forced it shut for a second before looking to Daryl and then back to her, “Um, sure, if you want to.”

“Yes!” Maggie squealed in delight, balling her fists up by her mouth like a child who just won the prize, “Jesus, go get me the pack and play from Enid, please!”

Paul chuckled at her excitement but did as she said, returning quickly from next door and setting it up for her.

“She’ll prolly sleep for the rest of the night, but if she wakes up just let us know.” Hunter promised as she laid her down in the blankets, Arrow instantly nuzzling under the covers and cracking her mouth open to let out a snore.

“Don’ worry ‘bout it, girl, I got this.” Maggie assured, ushering her, Daryl, and Paul to the door so Paul could escort them to the visitors rooms at Barrington.

“Ya sure?” Daryl rasped as he stood in the doorway, reluctant to leave.

“Ya git, Dixon. Go spend time with yer wife.” Maggie shoo’d, chucking a dishtowel at him before he retreated.

Hunter couldn’t help but smirk at the way Paul gazed at her husband as he lead them towards the giant building in the center of the community, Daryl obviously oblivious. The man’s eyes never left Daryl’s frame, and she could almost sense the disappointment rolling off at him with the realization that Daryl was taken property. She did her best to contain her giggles as he showed them to their room for the night, but the moment Daryl closed and locked the door she erupted.

“So funny, wom’n?” Daryl grunted, cocking an eyebrow behind his bangs at her in his confusion.

“That poor boy!” She gasped, sides cramping from rumbles still leaking out of her.

“Wut?”

“He’s got the most lovey dovey eyes for you, Husban’! AHAHAHAHAHA” THere were tears streaking her face now.

“Stop.” Daryl groaned, rolling his eyes as she continued on.

“Oh, Daryl! AHA- Wh-Wh-What have you been doin’ all this time to these people?”

“Not fuckin’ helpin’, Hun’er!” Daryl griped, ridding himself of his vest and shirt.

“He looked like-AHA-he wanted to-AHEE-eat you alive! BAHAHA!”

“I’m warnin’ yew!” He pointed a dangerous finger at her that she paid no attention to as she began stripping her self of her own clothes while still shaking uncontrollably with the laughter.

“Bet you he’d give it to you nice, honey, baha, let you take control an’ errythang.”

“Girl,” He warned again, dropping his pants, leaving him in his boxers as he watched her start to climb into the bed, ass peaking out at him from under her sleep shirt and panties that she’d changed into.

“Prolly gives hea-” Hunter started again, but she was cut off by a whoosh of air leaving her lungs as Daryl leaped at her, knocking her on her back on the mattress, springs bouncing them both until Daryl locked his arms on either side of her head.

“Yer gonna git it, girl.” Daryl husked, his voice low and dangerous, just like she liked.

“You gon’ give it to me, Daddy?” Hunter quirked, her hips instinctively bucking up into his, her cunt immediately dampening upon feeling him on top of her.

“Mhm, an’ only you, too.” He promised, grinding down into her as he lowered his mouth to nip at her jaw.

“Well, aren’t you the sweetest, darlin’?” She teased, her fingers dancing over his back, nails leaving red marks along the scars there.

“Mhm,” He mumbled back, his mouth moving south towards her neck as his hands gripped the hem of her shirt and began to work it upwards. It was over her head in moments and he made quick work of attaching his mouth to one of her pretty pink nipples, his tongue laving and lapping at it until it hardened.

“Fuck, Dare,” Hunter whispered breathlessly, her chest heaving against his lips as they worked her over while he wound one hand through her hair and the other drifted towards her wetness.

“Mmmm,”He moaned upon feeling her fluids through her thin panties, his fingers moving expertly through her folds to push into her body with little resistance. Her hips bucked again to meet his thrust as she moaned a little louder for him when he curved his fingers into her.

Before she had a chance to truly enjoy his ministrations, though, he lifted up onto his haunches and hooked a arm around her back, quickly flipping her over and pushing a yelp of surprise out of her mouth. His fist tangled back into her hair and he cocked her head up as he loomed over her again as he rid her of her underwear.

Her face was flushed and she was panting, her body almost humming with anticipation as his mouth lowered down to her ear as his body molded to the curve of hers. His hot, moist breath sending shivers throughout her.

“Mouthy little bitch, ya know that?” He rasped, rutting his cock between her ass cheeks. She wasn’t sure when or how, but he’d gotten his boxers off at some point in time.

“You love it.” She replied back, earning her a sharp tug on her hair from her husband that made her smirk.

“Mmmm, you jus’ love pissin’ me off”

“Yer angry face turns me on, I can’t help it.” Hunter giggled lightly, burring her face into the pillow to stifle a moan that trickled out of her from the feeling of his dick pushing against her skin.

“Hmmmm,” Daryl hummed, lurching himself and her upwards, as his hand was still gripping her locks, her back arching incredibly as he gripped his shaft to rub it against her entrance.

“Please, baby,” She whined, her eyes closing at the feeling of his thick head starting to penetrate her.

“Please what?” He smirked.

“Please, fuck me.” She begged.

Daryl entered her slowly, the arch of her back driving him as deep as he could as a shutter of arousal shivered through the both of them. Their bodies always had fit together like a puzzle, one being the perfect size for the other. He drug himself out of her just as agonizingly slow, the whimper in her voice tilting his self control as he held just the head inside of her.

“You gon’ apologize?” He rasped, the hand that had been steady on her hip moving to grip the base of him as he teased her.

“Fuck, Daryl,” She whined, teeth gritting together as her muslces squeezed around him, “Jus’ fuck me.”

“Naw, you wanna talk all that shit, why don’ you talk some more now, Hun?”

“God I hate you,” She groaned as she tried to buck pack against him.

“Not everythan’ about me though, righ’?” He smirked, rotating his cock around inside her, pulling another moan from her lungs as he held her hips still, “You love Daddy’s dick, don’ ya?”

Daryl usually didn’t play to much with her calling him that, but he also knew exactly how to get her exactly how he wanted her.

“Fuck, Daryl,” She panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head. He knew she was putty, inching closer and closer to what he wanted her to say.

“Jus’ say it and you’ll get what ya want.”

She whined again, and he pulled all the way out of her, sitting back on his thighs to prevent her from forcing herself on him.

“FUUUUCK, Daryl, pleaseeeee,” She begged again.

“Say it.”

“I’m sorry, okay? Geeze, now pleaseeee.” She broke, and he smacked her ass one good time before sinking back inside her where he belonged.

“Tha’s it, girl. Take it.” He growled, lowering himself over her again to nip at her shoulder and earlobe.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” She keened, her hands fisting the sheets below her as she held on when his hips picked up speed, “Like, that, Daddy.”

“Yeah, jus’ like that, huh? Jus’ like that,” He husked as he continued pistoning into her, short grunts and gasping breaths soon replacing all symbalance of words. Their bodies moved together, urging the other on until both of their animalistic needs began spiraling down around them.

“Fuck, Hun’er, gonna nut.”

“Don’ you fuckin’ dare, Dixon, I’m not even close yet!”

“Fuckin’ helllllll,” He groaned, jerking himself out of her quickly to fist his girth again to hold off his orgasm. She rolled over onto her back before lifting up and flipping them and crawling to stretch her thighs across his chest.

“Get me closer and I’ll ride yer cock, baby.” She cooed as Daryl’s hands fixed themselves on her hips to pull her cunt to his waiting mouth.

His lips wrapped around her clit in no time, her body instantly shaking as it reared forward at the touch of his tongue. The swirled around her swollen bundle of nerves with a combinations of flicks and licks that drove her over every single time he’d done it, a chorography he’d dreamed of and never forgot during their years apart. It took only a few minutes before he felt the increase of slick dribbling down his beard, her breathing harsh and labored.

“Fuck, Dare, gonna-” She gasped, scrambling to pull herself away from his mouth only to have him strengthen his grip on her. The sweet taste of her release was something that Daryl had missed just as much as the woman herself, and he internally beat the shit out of himself for not doing this to her every day that they’d been reunited. Her shakes became deeper and more vibrant as her completion crest over her, igniting sparks in her as she gushed into his mouth. The wail that escaped her had his cock jumping and throbbing and leaking, and when she finally calmed down and he extracted his mouth from her heat, he instantly pushed her body down on top of him.

“Ride it like ya promised, mama,” He rasped as he guided her down onto him, her head thrown back as the blunt head of him dug into her deepest parts. She quickly found her rhythm as she moved back and forth, soaking him with the mess that he’d created with his mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Hunny, tha’s it.” He encouraged her as he guided her hips in a swiveling motion, his eyes fluttering closed as he neared his peak more and more with every rotation.

“Come on, Dare, give it to me,” She breathed as she began to bounce up and down. He anchored his feet behind her and met her with his own thrusts, hands moving to grope her heavy breasts and pinch her nipples to earn himself a loud moan that tightened her walls against him and gave him the last shock he needed to spill into her.

“FUCK!” He shouted as he filled her, his orgasm crashing through him with such force he raised up off the bed and held her to him tightly until the twitches subsided.

They were both still catching their breath, still attached to each other when the door to the room was almost ripped off the hinges, the flimsy lock no match for the furious, terrified woman who burst into the room.

“Daryl, Hun’er! Arrow’s gone!” Maggie screeched, tears streaming down her face in horror.

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goldendream-s · 7 years ago

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hurtful words (pt. 3)

summary; both Shawn and Y/N may still be fighting for each other, but it’s a matter of if time is working with or against them

p.s. shout out to the one and only @mendes2k17 for helping me develop the plot,, it actually helped me write a huge part of this bahaha

p.p.s. if you haven’t read part 1&2 to this series, now would be a good time to or else this will make almost no sense and of course, your heart won’t hurt as much if you haven’t read the other two parts before this bahaha

PART ONE || PART TWO || PART FOUR

MASTERLIST || REQUEST

four months after the breakup

Breakups. You’ve been through some before you and Shawn’s. Multiple in fact. So why does this particular heartbreak hurt as if it’s your first? Maybe it was because you guys were going so strong. Or maybe because he treated you so good that it just felt right to be in his arms. You could tell yourself that everyday, but deep down you knew it was because you were still in love with him. So deeply in love with him that these past four months and nine days have been misery. You’ve never spent such a long period of time in pure agony.

They all asked what the worst part of your breakup was, and although you answered with ‘I miss Shawn,’ it was really that even with everything he put you through -- the trauma, the pain, you’d still take him back. It hurt even more to know that he was probably over you, your thoughts confirmed by the last time you saw him at the club. You regretted even bringing up the break, but you regretted not doing anything to fix it even more.

Tonight was one of those nights where you wouldn’t leave your bed. After the first two months that you stayed with your parents, they eventually kicked you out claiming that you’d do nothing but party and sleep. They were right about you doing nothing with your life anymore, but it was hard to when you were in a constant cycle of drinking to forget the pain and sleeping to avoid the hangover and hurt as much as possible. Your friends did try to help you, but they eventually gave up soon after, too.

Shawn treated you so right, and you felt nothing but guilt for not giving him a second chance. What he said and did to you was wrong, but you knew that you shouldn’t of let that one moment define him. You believed in giving everyone a second chance, but now you were being a hypocrite.

You’ve never seen him so aggressive until that night. In fact, it didn’t feel like the Shawn you were used to, because the Shawn you knew made you feel like a princess. He’d sacrifice anything for you happiness, and he always made sure that you knew it. He’d put his own heart under the line to make sure yours stayed unharmed. And you hate to admit it, but you were just as in the wrong as him. What a mess.

The two of you completely cut each other off. Well, at least that’s what you tell yourself. You never bothered to call Shawn, and in turn, you wouldn’t catch him trying to call you either. Blocking him on everything soon became a tactic of yours to shield from the pain, and it almost worked until you heard him all over the radio. It was like you couldn’t escape Shawn and memories of your relationship, and you weren’t sure if you were completely ready to let go it either.

After hours of moping and whining in your bed, you decided to at least get yourself a glass of water. On the way out of your room and into the kitchen, your foot hit a stack of boxes. The same three boxes that held your items from when you last packed them away from Shawn’s flat. You never bothered to unpack them because it hurt too much, but you figured that it was about time.

Lowering the top box onto the wood floor of your new apartment that you’ve had for two and a half months, your fingers start to tremble as you lift up the tabs to the box. Taking a peek inside to determine that the box was full of your shirts, you decide to unfold them from the way you left them and to hang them in your closet.

Half way through the short stack of shirts, a small piece of paper and what looks like an envelope slowly drift to your feet. Your mind and eyes fill with confusion at what it could possibly be. Bending down to pick up the paper, you slowly unfolded the slightly crinkled piece of cream paper. Your breath hitches as you recognize the handwriting. You could identify it anywhere. On the paper had a page’s worth of words scribbled in with Shawn’s writing.

Did you accidentally take it while you were packing away your things from Shawn’s place? Maybe it was a song that he wrote? Maybe even a list, or even a note.

A note

You take your mind back to the very last time you had a face-to-face encounter with Shawn.

As you walked over to the drawers, Shawn murmured something that was barely audible. All you picked up from it was the word ‘note’, but you didn’t bother to question him more than once. You made sure to look around for any note while packing, but it was evident that there was no such thing. It was almost disappointing, but you didn’t let it get to you much more than that.

Once the flashback began to fade, you could feel your throat become dry. You finally understood what note Shawn was talking about. What you didn’t understand was why you weren’t able to find it the first time it was brought up. Why would he need to give you a note when he could’ve talked to you or even texted you?

Knowing that half of your questions would soon be answered, you straightened out the piece of paper and took a deep breath before reading.

Dear Y/N,

This is Shawn if you couldn’t already figure. This is kinda awkward, but I know that I can use my words better when I have time to plan them. I think we can both agree on that one.

I just want to start with how sorry I am. Incredibly sorry. I was wrong for what I did, and as much as I want you to forgive me, I don’t deserve your love nor mercy. It’s crazy how I promised you that I’d never hurt you like your exes did, but now I’m just on the list of douches that you’ve dated. I don’t want to tell myself that I forgot our one year anniversary, and I don’t want to tell myself that I spent the night at the bar with my friends instead of coming home to my beautiful girlfriend waiting to celebrate a day so important. My mind wants me to think that what happened was just a nightmare, but I know that’s far from the truth. You didn’t at all deserve the words that came out of my mouth that night, especially on a day so special to you. So special to us.

You don’t know this, but the night of the date, I was going to give you a promise ring. It’s actually sitting across from me right now. My mom actually helped me pick it out for you. She always loved you so much, and probably still does. If I told her about the way I hurt and treated you, she’d probably never talk to me again. I honestly don’t know what got over me that night, but I don’t know how I could bring myself to forget our anniversary, let alone have the audacity to say things so rude to you afterwards.

After the whole blow up, I went out to get some things to makeup for the date. I got cakes that reminded me of our first date, your favorite flowers, even balloons. I know, gifts would never make up for what I said to you, but I didn’t know what else to do.

I thought so much about you, us, and our future after that night. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

I’m a coward for not saying this to your face, but I don’t think I’d be able to stand seeing the falter in your eyes when I’d say sorry, or the face you make when you try to hold your tears back.

Too late, you tell yourself. Tears are already starting to brim at your eyes. You look away from the note for a moment to recollect yourself. How long ago was this written? You look at the top right of the note and find the date of July 5th.

Wait.

That was just a few days after your anniversary and failed date with Shawn. You feel a pang in your chest knowing that you’ve read this note five months too late. Taking a seat on your bed, you continue to read.

It’s been terrible without you by my side. I’ve been miserable. I think the worst part is knowing that I can’t run to you to feel better anymore. My friends have been forcing to go out and meet new girls for the past three days, but is it wrong that you’re still the only person on my mind?

I don’t know what about you caught my eye -- too many things to count. Maybe it was your contagious laugh and warm smile that could cheer me up from my worst days. Maybe it was the way you were so carefree of everyone else’s opinion. You are so beautiful in unexplainable ways.

It’s not as terrible as it sounds, but I honestly don’t think it was your appearance that lured me into you. It was the old soul behind your smile of a thousand lights. It was your words, your thoughts, your heart, the way you put others before yourself. After our first date, I knew that you were the only girl that I’d ever want.

Without a doubt, I took all of that for granted. I wonder if I’d be even writing this note if I wasn’t too scared to text, call you, anything. But instead, I’ve hid behind my pen and paper.

I think one of the things I’ll miss the most is seeing you run around in my shirts that fit like a dress on you. I’ll miss holding onto you so tight, that you’d have to pry me off of you. I’ll miss telling you how adorable you are. I’ll miss being able to call you mine. I put this note in the drawer with your shirts because the only time you don’t wear one of my shirts is when you’re mad at me. And I really hope that you found this note because of that reason and not because you’re packing away your items from our flat and finally realized that I didn’t deserve you.

‘You lucked out on that one’ you thought to yourself.

I really, really, hope that you come back to our flat not to take your things away, but so I could tell you how genuinely sorry I am. In a way, I hope that you don’t even have to read this note and that I’ll finally have the courage to say sorry and tell you how much I love you before it comes to this. I love you, Y/N.

And if you are reading this note, that means I’ve failed you. I’ve failed this relationship. I’ve failed at showing you how much you really mean to me.

I’m running out of room, so I better get this wrapped up -- on the back of this note is an envelope with a voucher for tickets to my tour. You probably know all about the tour since I would never shut up about it, but if you use the voucher, you could go to any show and practically get front row seats. You don’t have to, but it’d be nice seeing your gorgeous face and smile again. I just need to see you again. I just need you to know how sorry I am.

Y/N, please text or call me, I just need to know that you’re okay, that you’re doing good. You’re my world, my girl, my princess, my everything. I’d give you my heart if I could.

And just know, if you decide to throw this note away, if you decide to ignore all of this and decide to find another guy, I won’t be mad. Not like I have the right to anyways. I just hope that he treats you better than I ever did. I hope he treats you like the amazing person you are.

I love you, and I’m sorry, Shawn

You were undoubtedly bawling by now. Cursing under your breath as your mind suffocated with numerous thoughts, you quickly turned the note over to find the envelope that you saw earlier. You tore it open, and sure enough, you found the voucher that Shawn was referring to. Setting the envelope on your desk, you folded up the note and stuck it in your pocket.

You needed to see him again. This note completely pushed you over the edge, and talking to Shawn again felt like the only thing you needed at the moment.

Concentrating, you tried to think of the times Shawn mentioned what day he was leaving for tour. At this moment, you regretted blocking him on Twitter and Instagram, or else you wouldn’t even be in this predicament. Not wanting to dwell on what you did or didn’t do, your mind clicked.

Shawn said he’d leave in late December, before New Years. You only remembered because the two of you were planning to go to a John Mayer concert together before he’d go on tour. Searching for your phone, you quickly unlocked it. You clicked on the calendar app and checked today’s date.

December 13th.

You huffed a breath of relief knowing that you weren’t too late after all. Snatching the nearest clean shirt in your room, you rapidly changed before grabbing your keys and purse. You didn’t care if you looked like a mess, you didn’t care if he’d see you like this. You knew what you had to do. You were going to talk to Shawn before it was too late, because truth was, you weren’t sure if you were willing to find another guy. You needed to clean the slate and you were going to make amends with him.

It was such a sudden move, but you were ready to rid yourself of your heartbreak. You couldn’t imagine doing this for any of your other exes, but Shawn was different, and you knew it. Shawn made you happy, and you were willing to fight for him with every fiber in your body.

Starting to drive to you and Shawn’s once shared flat that you knew the way to like the back of your hand, your mind rushed with all of the possibilities. Would he still take you back? Has he already found someone new in the time you didn’t read the note? Did he even want to see you anymore? You now regretted not unpacking the boxes earlier. As you arrived to the last stoplight before you’d be turning into Shawn’s neighborhood, you started questioning everything, letting all of your doubts get to you.

You then you thought back to the note, and grounded yourself. He said it himself. He still loved you. And for some reason, that’s all it took for you to feel calmer. You stopped worrying about having the right words to say, you were ready to be in Shawn’s arms again.

Once you got to the front of his house, you didn’t see his jeep parked anywhere. Hopefully he was still at home.

Your hands were shaking, your mind bouncing. It was a mixture of joy, terror, and pure love that you were feeling.

Taking the keys out of your ignition, your heart began to pound even faster. Swallowing your pride, you got yourself to knock on his door for the second time since the break-up.

To your relief, the doorknob turned, telling you that he was at home. Taking a deep breath, you tried clearing your mind. You didn’t know what to expect, but you were ready to face him again. What you were not expecting was someone that wasn’t Shawn to answer the door. The person that opened the door was instead a middle aged lady with pin straight black hair and glasses that nicely framed her face.

You knew that this woman was definitely too old for Shawn, but maybe she was a family friend or relative. Debating on whether or not it was too late to turn around and leave, you forced yourself to stay put.

“Hi, I’m looking for Shawn?” You politely asked, still a little puzzled.

The woman closed her eyes as if she were trying to remember an old event. “Hmm, let me think.”

All in the two minutes that she was trying to remember, your heart beat went back to pounding through your chest. Your palms were beginning to became clammy.

“Oh!” Her sudden remark startling you, “The tall young boy with brown hair?”

You excitedly nodded and motioned with your hands for her to keep going. As to why she didn’t know Shawn slightly concerned you. She must’ve not been a relative or friend of his like you originally thought.

“Ah, I think I know who you are talking about. The boy isn’t here no more.” She went on.

What did she mean by that? Maybe he was out doing errands? Was that why his jeep wasn’t in its usual spot? The color drained from your face as you asked her to elaborate.

“Kid said he’d be going to tour the world. Not sure what he meant by that, but he mentioned having to leave earlier than he thought. He was pretty upset and hesitant about leaving if you ask me. Poor kid seemed like such a sweetheart. Said he was waiting for a girl but she never came,” She continued, trying to remember as you felt your knees weakening. You knew that you were the girl he was waiting for. “So he sold the place to me and my family. The boy doesn’t live here anymore. Matter of fact, he’s long gone.”

She chuckled as she explained the story, but you weren’t laughing along. Instead, you were clenching your fists and ready to break down in front of the stranger. All those nights you spent drinking, all of those days you spent crying, it could’ve all been turned around if you weren’t too stubborn to talk to Shawn first.

You gathered up the energy to speak again. “If you don’t mind me asking, how long ago did he leave?”

Mentally face palming yourself, you didn’t even know why you were still asking questions when you fully knew what she was talking about. Each question you asked and each question she answered was a swing to your heart. Shawn left for tour, and you were simply too slow.

The woman thought for a little longer before replying, “How long has it been again? I probably moved in about two or three weeks ago. Signed the papers to this place just a week or two before that.”

You quietly nodded your head and thanked her. Waiting for her to close the door before you started crying, you sunk to your knees as you tried to get to your car. The lady’s words couldn’t stop echoing in your head.

‘He’s long gone.’

‘Leaving earlier than he thought.’

‘He was waiting for a girl but she never came.’

You didn’t feel anything but numb as you got into your car to drive away. You were too late, and because of it, your heart tore open even more.

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THE REQUESTS FOR A PART 3!! this was super heartbreaking to write, but i hope you guys still enjoyed reading this part. it was a little on the shorter side, but i wanted to isolate the note part from the rest of series. make sense?? bhhhaha

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sufferthesea · 7 years ago

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Naruto Fleet

Tagged by: Sibi oneechan @purple-possibilities !!!

First thing y’all should know is that I don’t ship a lot in Naruto. I used to and I’ve tried recently but for some reason, most ships are really squicky for me. I mean no disrespect to the shippers or anything, but Naruto is just a fandom that I cannot really ship in. I’d love to and I’ve tried to force myself to read fics for ships but I just ))); Also forgot this was supposed to be in order, oops.

So I’ll put next to each one “ship” or “brotp” so you know. Most of these will be platonic.

Rules: List your top 10 Naruto ships in order and then tag 10 people you’re curious about.

1. NejiTen (ship). Since this is actually a ship, it goes first haha. I’ve always, always, always loved Neji and Tenten together. They just go together. I dunno why I like them so much since I hated Neji as a kid and Tenten didn’t get much screen time so I didn’t know much about her. 2. ShikaTema (ship). Another ship, so it goes first. I like their opposing personalities, the snark, the sarcasm, and the whole “crap, they’re hot UHH OH YEAH? WELL ... I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP” tension that runs through most of their interactions in the original series. But I heard they kinda ruined it in Boruto ); 3. Kakashi & Gai (brotp). Eternal rivals, polar opposites, total absurdity. I love it. It reminds me a lot of my relationship with my younger sis (who absolutely adores Gai and Rock Lee and has about as much enthusiasm and energy as them, also her favorite color is green so...). 4. Kakashi & Yamato (brotp). I haven’t gotten to see them interact a lot yet, but I love them both so much. Although whenever I think of Yamato, I think of Kakashi just being like, “Hm? Oh, him? Yeah. He’s my best friend. From years ago. We’ve known each other forever. We’ve been in contact since before the series started. He wasn’t totally just made up a few minutes ago because I wasn’t supposed to be a main character and so my backstory didn’t matter much...” 5. Naruto & everyone (brotp). Naruto is so cool because he makes friends everywhere, anywhere, all the time. He’s the type of person I wish I could be - to befriend people, encourage them, knock some sense into them ... hahaha. He’s such a sunshine boy!! I love it!! 6. Gaara & Lee (brotp). They’re so opposite - even more so than Kakashi and Gai. But idk I love the idea of them being friends and hanging out and talking and training. (Again, I was a bit like Gaara in middle school and my sister is 100% Lee ...) 7. Kotetsu & Izumo (brotp). I LOVE THEM. SO MUCH. I didn’t even know that much about them (still don’t really lolol) but I’ve included them in stories since like 2008. They’re just so wonderful. Idk. 8. Shikamaru & Choji (brotp). This is like my favorite friendship in the entire series. I LOVE SHIKAMARU AND CHOJI, THEY ARE SUCH WONDERFUL CHARACTERS AND GREAT FRIENDS AND THEY LOVE AND PROTECT AND DEFEND EACH OTHER AND AHHHH!!!! I think I envy them because while I have childhood friends (known them for 12+ years), I’m not super close with them like Shika and Choji are. But can anyone really replicate that friendship?! 9. Literally any of the “buddy system” partners in the Akatsuki. I love them so much. I just realized that I almost exclusively drew the Akatsuki when I was in the fandom. Including Tobi and Deidara as cheerleaders. It’s my masterpiece ngl. I should redraw it. 10. Zabuza & Haku (brotp MY ACTUAL FAMILY). This is my top brotp, actually. They are my family. I actually adopted them. Zabuza is my grumpy uncle and Haku is my sweet darling cousin and we live together in a cute house and everyone is happy and alive and together. It’s been this way since 2007.

Thank you oneechan for tagging me! I know it’s probably not so much fun because they’re not ships. But I’m Weak for the power of friendship.

Tagging: @thefoxthief @fluffymoe @selfshipping-kunoichi (bahaha, I was so tempted to write self-inserts and OCs for all my answers, Iyo) ??? Anyone else who wants to do it, feel free! Sorry for being a lame non-shipper in the nardo fandom.

#mine 44 #akimi.txt #tagged meme #naruto fleet #shipping meme #ship meme #shikatema #nejiten #about me #platonic ships are the best ships #sorry not sorry #i used to be an avid shipper #oh well

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Who’s afraid of Virginia Lee Johnson?

Virginia is a mom to two beautiful children and resides in Minnesota. Any spare time is spent watching TV, reading, facebooking and spending time with friends. She’s married to Thai Preyer PA 😉, yet owned by Kyle Perkins as his PA. *these two run my life* A love for reading and writing is a new concept for Virginia. Before the Twilight rave and a need to know the ending after Eclipse was released in theaters, Virginia preferred to watch the movie or convince a friend to read the book for her. Needing to know the story of a random homeless man that she encountered on a freeway exit ramp, was the only reason she began writing in the first place. Soulless Nights spawned from the unknown story and a dare from her friends.

Virginia has expanded her love for books by planning and hosting The Tampa Indie Author Book Convention. As a co-owner of The Indie Book Channel on YouTube, the opportunity to help others experience books and events that they otherwise couldn’t has helped her to share her passion for the Indie Community.

She has had the pleasure of working with some of her favorite authors. Street teams, beta reading and cover modeling were what led her to the world of writing. She currently PA’s for Kyle Perkins

Currently she has released Soulless Nights, Revenge; a short story within the anthology Doctrine of Indecency: 18 Coveted Tales of Lust, Vindicate, Seraphine’s ( With Julia Clare ) and Bound by an Echo ( With Julia Clare ), Expiate, Humanity’s Ark: Kepler (Kyle Perkins), Always; Never and a few funny books. Secondary Silence, Freeing Olivia (Ellen Wilder), and Soulless Days are current WIP’s, soon to be released.

=Nikki K get’s the skinny on Ginni=

I met Virginia, or Ginni as she is called, a few months back through some author friends. I didn’t know anything about her or her books but I was joining a group she was a part of and decided I needed to read one of her books. I picked Soulless Nights and was totally blown away. First it was a tad bit darker than I am used to but the storyline was something I had not read before and the twists were like, WOW! Any who, we began talking and I quickly decided that this chick was one of the funniest most irreverent people I’d met in a long time. She may also sleep less than me and be one of the hardest working people in the book world. Not only does she PA, Write, work a day job and she’s a mom, but she is also one of the first people to lend a hand to support others. The long and short of it, I became a fan of not only her writing but of the person behind the pen as well.

Q. First things first, if we’re meeting somewhere to conduct this interview, where would it be? (A park, bar, restaurant, your home, my home) A. Your hot tub, filled with ice… cause it’s hot as fuck where you live.

Q. What would be your drink of choice? I’m a vodka or Jameson gal myself. A. Mike’s Black Cherry Lemonade. I don’t drink often so buying a bottle would age. Not just age, my great grand kids would ask to use it for a history class artifact. (But when she does drink, bahaha. Let’s just say I have seen video!)

Q. If there’s food involved, what type would it be? A. Steak. No, boiled peanuts. And chocolate, not dark. The aftertaste is awful.

Q. Why do you write? What inspired you? A. Honestly, I wrote my first book because I spent an hour of time, that I’ll never get back, reading a book. I thought the plot was good, characters had potential but the execution was piss-poor to say it nicely. My inspiration was friends that were indie authors.

Q. Why did you start writing in the genre you chose? A. I love me a dark read. There is nothing like diving head first into a world that you want to believe doesn’t exist, with characters that couldn’t get away with their actions and twists that make you second guess humanity. I knew I belonged there – dark anything.

Q. How did becoming a published author change you or your life? A. I’ve made the best friends, traveled and have been able to share my imagination with the world. I mean, that’s kinda cool.

Q. Your books tend to lean towards the dark side (yes I’m being polite). What inspires you to write about the topics you do? A. Reality and reflection. The reality is that the world is dark. Bad things happen all of the time. Reflection on what would you do about it, if given the chance? I wrote that story.

Q. In Souless Nights you deal with the topic of Sex trafficking/slavery. Where did that idea come from? A. I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out why he was homeless. Cardboard sign and all, begging for money, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. In short, I decided that he was a detective, searching for the love of his life that he had met 5 years earlier, while homeless. This inadvertently brought me to sex trafficking and the real existence of it. Save the girl or lose everything.

Q. What are you working on now? A. My priority is Secondary Silence, a paranormal romance. I really wanted to avoid the stigma of paranormal but a vampire was necessary. Don’t worry, no glittery facade or super speed. Lol. Like, really? Anyways… Ashley is a ghost, assigned to assist Thad (the vamp). I know it’s pnr, but I’ve graphically killed soooooo many people already, it may need to find itself in a horror genre. We shall see😉

Q. Which of your books/series was your most fun to write? A. F*CK, SH*T and M**ST Is this even a for real question? Maybe this isn’t a for real answer. Lol. They were fun to write tho. Kepler: Humanity’s Arc was another fun one. My co author kept me on my toes and the edge of my seat with every chapter. Twas fun!

Q. Is there a recurring theme that runs through your books? Why is this important to your writing? A. My female characters grow into their strengths through the story. Aspen is my only character that was a badass to begin with, a force to be reckoned with. Vindicate showcased the inner beauty of a strong woman that knew what she wanted. Vindicate was a very easy book to write.

Q. If you were interviewing your favorite character from your book what’s the one question you would like to ask them? What would the answer be? A. To Ethan from Vindicate and Expiate – Me : “Will you die already?” Him : “No.”

Q. What genre would you love to write but don’t think that you would do it justice? A. Contemporary Romance. Lol. I tried. It was painful to bang out Bound by an Echo.i love the book, readers LOVE the book. Writing a romance was exhausting. I can’t do it.

Q. What is the one thing you would like readers to know about you? A. All of my characters are a piece of myself, my friends and my fans. No character is an unknown entity, developed from pixie dust and suddenly appears. Someone in my life created a character, without knowing it.

Q. What is your writing process? Do you have scheduled times you sit down and just start writing? Or is it more like when inspiration strikes you pick up a pen or keyboard? A. Inspiration strikes. 9/10 I stare at the screen until I realize I’ve typed enough random words to make a sentence. It’s bad.

Q. Do you write longhand or do you prefer a computer? A. Always my computer. I’m lazy AF. Doing the same job twice would be the death of me.

Q. If you could only read one book for the rest of your life, what book would you pick. A. Thoughtless by SC Stephens.

Q. Can you share a fun/funny story about being a writer? Maybe an interaction with a fan or a mishap while writing? A. Eh… I fell asleep on my keyboard once. Had 48 pages of k’s. I wrote a book with Kyle Perkins. It’s about the planet, Kepler. Mind you, we have been talking about this book for a year when we started writing it in full force. Finally, one day near chapter 7 or so, he tells me, “You know the sky would be more red than blue, right?” I reply with, “Does it matter? We’re writing a book.” I was so pissed when I found out KEPLER IS A REAL PLANET! I had rules to follow. He thought it was hilarious and that I was an idiot, but still. It was pretty funny.

Q. Why did you decide to self published, instead of reaching out to traditional publishers? A. I don’t follow rules well. I kill to many people, thrust into someone too many times, blood splatter was too wide… yeah, I had a character use a (removed) cock as a paintbrush. I am not the publishers dream candidate. Maybe someday.

Q. What is the hardest part about being an author? A. Conformity. I’ll never be like everyone else. I’ve tried the things that work for others and they don’t work for me. It’s hard to be yourself in this world.

Q. Have you ever thought about giving up writing? If so why? A. Yes. Why? Sometimes you want to disappear as if your story has been told. Then, as if they were stalking you, a fan or fellow author sends that much needed message, asking for the rest of a story. That’s when I know my story is just beginning.

Q. We often hear the writers barely break even on their books. If this is true, why do it? A. It’s absolutely true. No question. Being an indie author isn’t a money making gig. It’s not a get rich fast technique and the fact that people think we have spending money from this, blows my mind. This is why indie authors are disappointed in those that don’t take the art seriously. Few of us are lucky enough to have a cover designer, editor, graphic designer, formatter and marketing on call. All of that costs a fortune. No joke. Hundreds of dollars before you buy it for $0.99. In short, we need you sell 1500 copies at $0.99 to break even at a $500 cost. Unfortunately, most indie authors sell 5-10 books in a good week. Why do I do it? I do it for me. I’m proud of accomplishing something that I had never dreamed of. I look at a finished book and think, I did this. Just as quickly I think, What’s next? It’s a vicious circle that has little monetary gain.

For shits and giggles. Q. What is your favorite word? A. Fuck

Q. What is your favorite dirty word. A. Fuck

Q. What is your least favorite word? A. M**st…. Not even spelling it. Lolol

Q. Is there a world we will NEVER find in your writing? A. Historical. Not happening.

Q. What is your favorite naughty toy? A. Time. Lol

Q. Which of your books would you like to be real so you could live in it? And why? A. Kepler: Humanity’s Ark – wouldn’t it be cool as fuck to live on another planet that is capable of sustaining human life? I wanna see that. The world Kyle developed and created in the book sounds beautiful.

Q. I know you have a male writing partner, would you ever consider writing a M/F HEA with him? A. Kepler was written M/F. We had discussed, soon after Kepler released, possibly doing an Urban Fantasy. That might be capable of a HEA. Who knows. He’s more capable of writing it than I am. Although, he doesn’t have many HEA’s either.

=Links=

Facebook: https://facebook.com/AuthorVirginiaJohnson/

Website: https://authorvirginiajohnson.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorVJohnson

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/charmedchic24/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Virginia-L-Johnson/e/B01E88KI5Q/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Newsletter: http://tinyletter.com/VirginiaLeeJohnson

=Solo Books from Ginni=

Soulless Night

Soulless Nights on Amazon

WARNING: This book contains sex scenes of a graphic nature. *Contains material that may be sensitive to some readers* Deep in the city, where we’ve been taught to avoid the dark corners and alleys, monsters lurk within the fragile cracks of our human emotions, waiting for the chance to break in. With the loss of his grandfather, William runs to the streets without family or the knowledge of wealth he’s left behind. Spending years begging for food and money, William has learned the secrets that the city keeps hidden, making him one of the most versatile detectives the department has ever seen. Losing the love of his life, with nothing more than a letter saying she’s sorry and spending five years tracking her, William has learned that she has entered the world where sex and money can make you very successful or may very well kill you in the process. Kathryn has spent seven years on the streets, leaving behind her addicted, abusive mother and her sexual predator boyfriends. William proves to be the light she’s been longing for but when darkness shadows the truth she’s left to return to the streets in hiding with fear of the lies she’s faced with. Kathryn must decide, work for Xander and sell her soul for sex, or face the demons of her past and hope William understands she has never forgotten him. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28943216-soulless-nights

🔪🔪Vindicate🔪🔪

Free on KU Vindicate on Amazon

Aspen Young is a girl with a past and an inner demon to feed. Ethan West has been a playboy since his first wet dream but nothing could prepare him for Aspen. In Revenge, Aspen and Ethan collide in an erotic tale of mending the weak and awakening the strength within a woman. When the weak aren’t strong enough to survive, Aspen ends the pain and suffering of lost love and a pathetic heart, the only way she knows how. In Vindicate, Aspen is tested with decisions that will help her continue to right the wrongs that have plagued women for centuries or destroy her as she falls into the same wreckage her victims are subjected to. When Ethan proves to be stronger and smarter than the hunted failures of Aspen’s past, she is forced to make a decision that will ultimately change the life she has created for herself. Take revenge on those who constantly choose to relive the horror of their decisions and take their lives, one bloody heart at a time or end the lives of the people responsible for her need to vindicate her actions.

Always Never

Always Never on Amazon

“Blinking would bring a moment of darkness that I couldn’t afford.”

Darkness shadows those that are marked, but the light of a soul may be stronger than the depths of the Never. I was sent to collect what was rightfully mine. Avery belonged to me as many of the marks before her. She fought harder than the others, stayed stronger through the fear and she made herself an easy target. Finding her was never an issue. Killing her was always the plan. Losing her was no longer an option.

❈Expiate❈

🔪 Expiate on Amazon

🔪Time is nothing more than the illusion that you have buried your skeletons deeper than the next person. The mistake that is most commonly made is forgetting one thing; Aspen doesn’t care how deep the bodies are buried – she will find you and she will kill you. The only question that they should be asking themselves is, ‘When?”

🔪Blinding emotion is the one thing that separates Aspen from her victims. She has given them a choice; a chance to make it right. She has rules, she has boundaries and now, she is running out of time.

🔪After allowing Ethan to escape with a new set of rules, Aspen finds herself caught between finishing what she started and starting what needs to be finished. ❈ Tracy created a monster. ❈ Preston follows no rules. ❈ Ethan is pissed and ready to fight. 🔪Three different men with three different reasons to die. They will pay for the mistakes that they made and Aspen will collect… when she is ready.

Bad Words Made Funny Series

From Book 1: ***TRIGGER WARNING*** STRONG LANGUAGE Not intended for underage viewers Adult supervision is advised!

***This book is a sarcastic educational and (probably) inaccurate reference guide ONLY!!*** It is not intended to provide you with any sort of value or brain power. Actually, I can almost guarantee you that it will do the exact opposite.

Have you ever sat back and thought to yourself, “Well, I wonder how to say, “F*CK” in dutch? No? Well, that’s too bad, cause I have. What I found was that there is absolutely no reason for me to ever need to know that, but I am humored to know that I have given you a book that will help you do just that! There are a total of 40 ways to read it within the pages of this disaster. Trust me when I say… ENJOY!

=Collaborations with Ginni and her friends=

🔑🔪Seraphine’s🔪 🔑

By Virginia Lee Johnson and Julia Clare

Seraphine’s on Amazon

Which room holds your dirty desire? ***THIS IS YOUR TRIGGER WARNING* *There are scenes that may be sensitive to some readers. Please be advised* Can Seraphine break the walls down surrounding Ivy? Will Ivy succumb to her expected fate? What neither of them anticipated was a reservation, one that could destroy them all. Are you #TeamJulian or #TeamJasper?

Bound by an Echo

By Julia Clare and Virginia Johnson

Bound by an Echo on Amazon

Laurel escaped her past and the horror that threatened to plague her future. With her dream job, fame and friends, there was always something standing in her way. She was happy but she knew a piece of her was missing; that piece came with a price and an echo. Rory never did leave; he stayed exactly where she could find him. The girl that got away would return, eventually. What he didn’t expect was for her to walk through the door of his bar days before an echo of their past was to boom through the mountains and mirror the moment that tore them apart. Twenty years ago; That was the last busy day in Crater City. It was the last time laughter was heard through the mountains. It was also the last day that The Crater City Carnival had ever opened. Now, twenty years later, the carnival will reopen for one week only, bringing two lost loves back together and a mystery they both tried to forget will be brought back to life. Will Rory and Laurel survive… again?

✨ •••• 🌓KEPLER: Humanity’s Ark 🌓 •••• ✨

Kyle Perkins and Virginia Johnson Kepler on Amazon

Orrin was born for the mission ahead of him; his team has nothing to lose and a livable planet to gain. Built for the elements and prepared for the worst, Orrin is Earth’s last chance for survival and he is determined to save humanity no matter the cost.

As the daughter of the Vaklarn Elite, Aya was adorned with every amenity available but she craved a life of freedom and independence. Betrothed to the man of her father’s choice, her chance at love was taken from her in the name of her ancestors until she comes face to face with the biggest threat her people have ever encountered; Orrin.

When two worlds collide, more than a fight for a home is on the line. Both have an objection; both have something to lose; both bend the bind that threatens to break in the name of strength, power, life and love.

=Anthology’s=

Doctrine of Indecency: 18 Coveted Tales of Lust

Doctrine of Indecency (Forever Free)

Have you gotten your copy of Doctrine of Indecency : 18 Coveted Tales of Lust? It’s packed with 18 amazing authors short stories and it’s free! Go get it if you haven’t already!

*This is an adult romance short story collection containing explicit content only suitable for adults.* Dare yourself to explore eighteen very different tales of lust by eighteen wickedly imaginative authors that love to spin a sexy story. Get lost in the pages composed by minds trained to tempt and tease the senses to satisfaction while leaving you wanting so much more…

☠ ❤ Twist Me Anthology ❤ ☠

Twist Me Anthology

Twist Me: A Dark Romance Anthology of love, lust, desires, murder, mystery and more 12 authors brings you 12 original short stories of when good boys want to meet you and bad boys want blood. Voices need to be heard and secrets stay burried for only so long. Feel the whip of a dominatrix and you might become a dark princess. Where lessons are learned the hard way of internet dating. Never fall for the enemy and till death do you really part. Take a walk in the sand and watch love burn like wildfire to create a cataclysmic effect. *All proceeds go to ASPCA* Elizabeth Cash – Taking You Home Destiny Hawkins – The Man in the Dark Reagan Hollow – Aaron’s Undoing Virgina Lee Johnson – Blind Capture Erin Lee – Acquiring August Emery LeeAnn – Cataclysmic Carissa Lynch – Loves Me Not P. Mattern – The Girl in the Sand Alana Melos – Strange Bedfellows Ellie Midwood – The Iron Cross Yolanda Olson – Wildfire Erin M. Trejo – Dark Princess

Spotlight on the Darkness of Virginia Lee Johnson Who's afraid of Virginia Lee Johnson? Virginia is a mom to two beautiful children and resides in Minnesota.

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