#my soul is fleeting

[dennydraws]

Last Line Tag!

Tagged by: @bamboorocket Thank you!

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Sentence:

Ban gritted his teeth. "We're slicing through that bastard and we're getting out of here..."

That was fun! :D;; I'm doing little RPs with friends on the side during lunch break, my lunch breaks need to be longer...

Tagging the writer beans but I don't know enough hehe @jitterzart @spotofmummery @shroudkeeper @beloveddawn-blog @sunnyluma @dragonwithgoggles @civveon @jasleh @palastel

[builtbybrokenbells]

hi everybody 🫶🏻 it’s been a while. logging on with a bit of a heavy heart today and i wish it were under different circumstances.

for nearly two years, you guys have given me a wonderful, beautiful place to rest when life was too hard to handle. you’ve given me hours of your time, reading stories i never thought anyone would pay any mind to. you’ve encouraged, uplifted, and supported me endlessly, and without the love and friends i’ve made here, i’m not sure where i would be. if there is absolutely anything i want to make perfectly clear, it’s that you all know how much i love and appreciate you.

at the same time, life is much different than it was when i created this blog, which has left me in a strange and unknown place of my life. after a few months of heavy deliberation, i’ve decided this isn’t really for me anymore. recently, there’s been a lot of stuff in my personal life that’s put a damper on not only my creativity, but my outlook on things as well. i apologize in advance for any unfinished works that you’ve waited patiently for me to finish, the future promises, and more than anything, the asks and requests in my inbox that i didn’t manage to get to.

even though i’ve decided to stop writing, i’ll still be kicking around, because no matter what, i’m committed to supporting my friends and giving back the love they’ve given to me. not only has this community given me the space to grow and adapt as a writer, but it has given me friends i will carry in my heart forever. i won’t be taking anything down—my masterlist will remain intact, so if ever you want to read anything it will still be there.

two years was a hell of a good run, and i’m thankful for everything and everyone. maybe in the future i’ll be in a place to come back and revisit some things. i’ve got quite the knack for sappy and sentimental rambling, so i’ll leave it here. i love you guys so so very much 🤍

[devilat-thedoor]

[foggy-idea]

Don’t give in!

[itschillyaf]

this feels illegal😧

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

im still stuck in the moment danny snapped out of a zone-out and looked directly into the camera

[gvfmarge]

Lighthouse of my Soul

(Ghost)Jake x Reader Coming soon!

“Could you be the lighthouse for my soul, could you be the guiding light, tell me everything’s alright? Could you be the one I love so?”

Some chapters will contain smut and difficult topics, MDNI 18+

Little sneak peak (this is unedited, apologies in advance):

Were you running away? From what? It didn’t matter. You felt like you had finally reached your destination. You felt the ocean was your new beginning. The Outer Banks had always been your comfort place, growing up vacationing here was always your favorite. It felt like home every time you visited, so it was a no brainer when you had been offered a temporary position at the local newspaper in Hatteras. You felt that you were going to finally make something of yourself. All the hard work you had put into studying and writing was going to pay off.

You had luckily stumbled upon a tiny cottage to rent. The owner explaining it had been built in 1874 and had weathered many storms and tribulations. It had originally been part of the life-saving station before they had built a newer building and eventually became the Coast Guard. The house had endured damage along the years from storms and each time had been repaired. When you stepped foot inside, you could feel the history. The floorboards squeaked with each step inside, taking a deep breath it smelled like sea salt and fresh air. Everything in the house was basically original. The dark hardwood floors showed signs of wear, with little scratches here and there and you could see the discoloration throughout the house where many footsteps had worn down the stain. The walls were fully covered in shiplap and had been sanded down and painted a beautiful light blue color. The kitchen was small, with only 3 overhead cabinets, a small older fridge and a stove. The living room was connected to the kitchen, you could barely see where the owners had taken out the wall to try and have somewhat of an open concept. Slowly inspecting each room, you came to realize just how small it was compared to the pictures you had viewed online. You realized you might not even have enough space for a couch and a table, but you would figure logistics out later. Walking up the steep rickety stairs you came upon a short hallway, at the end was a window stretching from the ceiling to the floor with an amazing view of the beach and ocean outside of the house, from the second floor it seemed you could see forever over the horizon. There are two bedrooms split by the hallway. Looking inside the room to your left, you noticed a small desk sitting underneath a window looking out to the ocean. On it, sat an empty white vase and a typewriter. It piqued your curiosity, the home came unfurnished and you were not made aware of anything left behind for you to use.

Walking over to it, you sat down in the tiny wooden chair and ran your fingers over the vintage keys. As soon as your fingertips met with the cold metal, you felt electricity flow through your hand, up your arm and down your spine. Goosebumps rose over your skin and you quickly pulled your hand away. The shock and stress of moving must be getting to you, you thought. You gazed out the window taking in the ocean waves. You were finally alone, it felt peaceful but somehow, you felt a longing in the house. There was something that you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

You felt a presence with you and quickly turned around to the entrance of the room. You could have sworn you felt eyes on you but there wasn’t a soul there. You slowly turned your body around again to face the window and your mind wondered back to the memories you had that led you here. Suddenly, a faint smell of tobacco burning filled the room. The sweet but heavy aroma seemed to swirl around your body. It was intoxicating but slightly overwhelming. You felt frozen for just a moment, not quite understanding what was happening. With another deep breath you slowly stood up and scanned the room for any sign of someone else. As quickly as the tobacco smell came, it was gone. You shrugged the smell off to the history of the cottage and made your way back downstairs to begin unpacking and making yourself finally feel at home.

[stardustthread]

Happy birthday to the sun and moon 🌞🌒

[celestialsolstice]

just saw a mirador shirt out in the wild. i felt like i was an energetic dog, yipping to fucking talk about gvf

[ivalice-tifalucis]

With the release of From The Rehearsal Room - Tokyo to Ramin's youtube I finally, finally, continue and finish this side project I'm doing.

Initially, I used AI to mastered it because the first version I got from bilibili were not in good quality but I wasn't satisfied and I found the much better quality. But with Ramin uploaded it to youtube, I re did all the mastering just with audacity for both Part 1 and Part 2. The Part 2 is still from the better version I found from bilibili, by the way.

What you need to do is just download the file and put it on your music player. The metadata is all completed as if it's whole legit album. Enjoy, guys!!

And I'm being weird so all the lyrics that are put there are from my listening although I still use what I found online but I still listened and compared. They made few ad-libs and changes and I notice because for the songs that I wasn't familiar, the lyric that I found online and what they sang was slightly different. Perhaps they sing the newer version of the lyrics or mistakes? Even each Sheytoons songs they sing one in both parts differ from the ones I found online.

Another sample from my favorite:

Source and Credits Part 1 | Part 2 (Ramin's upload) Album cover Photos

Vocal & Guitar: Ramin Karimloo, Hadley Fraser Piano: Ryohei Mori

[daydreamerdrew]

Captain Marvel (1968) #17

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

if do you take this jerk to be (your one and only) by @jatersade has 1 000 000 fans I am one of them. If it has 100 000 fans I am one of them. If it has 1 000 fans I am one of them. If it has 100 fans I am one of them. If it has 10 fans I am one of them. If it has 1 fan then I am that fan. If it has 0 fans then I am dead. (yk what that’s a lie I’ll still be a fan in the GRAVE)

[birdyoh]

FLEET FOXES THE BAND YOU ARE

Might have to drop an in depth review of each song on this album because I’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure each time I listen to one of these songs

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Jake looks like he definitely would have gone to Camp Rock

[gvfmarge]

Lighthouse of my Soul Masterlist

“Could you be the lighthouse for my soul, could you be the guiding light, tell me everything’s alright? Could you be the one I love so?”

When you finally land your dream job, in your dream location, you find that your tiny cottage has a surprise resident. Through spooky events and creepy happenings, you learn more about your past, and your future, than you ever bargained for.

(Ghost) Jake x Reader

Warnings: Will eventually contain ghost smut 🤭 Talks of mental/emotional familial abuse, (light) self image/self esteem, drinking, cussing, etc. Each chapter will come with its own warnings.

•This is my very first multipart fic, I’m no writer by any means but it brings me joy to get the random thoughts out of my brain. I hope you enjoy!•

This is completely fictional (obviously) I do not know or claim to know any of the Kiszka’s or Jake specifically. Some parts of this story will be historically/geographically accurate, but it’s about a ghost- come on yall.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three (Teaser)

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