#tmbttnwm

[iisraaa]

أَسِربَ القَطا هَل مِن مُعيرٍ جَناحَهُ؟!

بأمانة بسأل

[mydiazboys]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓 - WIP Teaser Leah Sterling is returning, with her boys in tow.

Eddie stumbled out into the waiting room, after informing a nurse at the nurse station that she had woken up. Buck stood up instantly upon seeing him, having been trying to convince Eddie to go home, take a break. Someone else can stay. But at the same time, he understood. Because Leah had been the exact same when Eddie had been shot.

“Eds, is she– are you–” he didn’t know how to finish either of those questions, but his hands came to rest on the slighter shorter male shoulders.

“She’s– she’s asking for you.” It came out harsher than Eddie intended, but he couldn’t help that it hurt. That all these years together, everything they had been through and Buck was still her first priority. Not him, not Gabby or Chris. It was Buck. She wanted to see Buck, to know he was okay.

“She’s awake? Dude, that’s– god, that’s a relief,” Buck grinned softly, his hand coming to gently rest on the back of Eddie’s head, having missed the undertone of Eddie’s words. That was until Eddie was pushing him off him, just pointing vaguely behind him down the hall to where Leah was staying. Then he was making his way out of the hospital, in desperate need of fresh air.

And Leah felt like she had been drenched in the fresh air when Buck came into her room, seemingly unhurt and completely fine. His nickname fell from her lips, as he was hugging her tightly. Her face pressed into the crook of his head, her fingers curled in his unruly curls on the back of his head.

“Who– who was the guy– who was sat here?”

[captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship]

Don’t let the busy bodies stop you from writing what you love, but also I don’t want you to write something if it is detrimental to you. I will always support you with whatever you do or don’t decide to write. I will just be happy to be along the ride with you.

And let me tell you, I am so in love with TMBTTNWM because I think it is such a unique spin on canon.

I will always be in YOUR corner, no matter if you choose to update us with more gwynriel or not. YOU come first, always and forever.

😘😘

We Never Go Out of Style was one of the first ACOTAR fics that I read and I still think about it all the time. I recently reread it and it's so good. Even if it never gets updated again, I still love you forever and always.

The tragedy of WNGOOS is that I also really like it, but writing it fills me with major anxiety. People are passionate and I appreciate that but some people had STRONG opinions on my characterizations and it made writing it really stressful. I am never going to write fanon!Azriel- I don't like that man, he does nothing for me. But some people are married to him and I just got tired of comments and anons giving me shit for not writing the story the way they wanted.

I know there are really wonderful, generous people (looking at you @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship) who adore that fic and when I do update, it is specifically for them. But there's no update schedule on it.

[iisraaa]

Floral days

[iisraaa]

"You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again."

-Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov.

[iisraaa]

“You take my hand and loneliness squeezes in the gap where I end and you begin”

- Whitney Hanson

[iisraaa]

"قل اننا طائران غريبان في ريشنا"

[iisraaa]

The moon shines over there

In my room, I’m less bright.

[iisraaa]

amidst all the burdens, the chaos, the hardships, you were the wind.. The wind that carried all my worries away.

[iisraaa]

We were singing together but you left me alone .

[iisraaa]

[iisraaa]

01/10

[iisraaa]

“I’m a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”

- The white nights

[iisraaa]

“Out there or inside my head, it is an equal darkness.”

Margaret Atwood

[iisraaa]

"The question is still fretting your heart, and not answered. But the martyr likes sometimes to divert himself with his despair, as it were driven to it by despair itself. Meanwhile, in your despair, you, too, divert yourself with magazine articles, and discussions in society, though you don't believe your own arguments, and with an aching heart mock at them inwardly…. That question you have not answered, and it is your great grief, for it clamors for an answer."

- Dostoyevsky, The brothers Karamazov.

[iisraaa]

but one thought passed through his mind: “Can her convictions not be mine now? Her feelings, her aspirations at least….”

- Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment