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For the 🌹 ask game.

“We need to talk,” Peri said at last, which was simultaneously what Timmy wanted to hear and what he'd been dreading.

Timmy swallowed. “Yeah,” he agreed. His voice sounded distant to his own ears, as though he were talking from underwater. “I'll, um, go ahead and make us some coffee.”

— From the upcoming chapter of "If Love Is The Answer, You're Home"

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i don’t want characters with healthy coping mechanisms, actually. i want them to yearn and weep and suffer and have their brutal worldviews informed and/ or altered exclusively by their unyielding love for like. one other person. sorry

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Having so much fun writing the next chapter, teehee 🤭 The misunderstanding/dramatic irony has been fun, but it's so nice to finally have Peri and Timmy communicating.

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For the 🌹 ask game.

A knock on Timmy’s front door broke him from his thoughts. He rolled his eyes fondly; it was probably Peri, having forgotten his jacket or his purse again. Sometimes Timmy thought that Peri “forgot” stuff just to have an excuse to see him for a couple of minutes.

The knock came again, more insistent this time. Timmy rolled off of his couch, sauntering over to the front door. He paused to glance at himself in the mirror that hung next to his coat rack, smoothing down the worst of his cowlicks with the flat of his hand.

Satisfied, Timmy swung the door open with a flourish. “Couldn't wait to see me again, huh, babe?” Timmy said. Then his eyes fluttered open, and he froze.

The person standing on his doorstep was definitely not Peri. It was someone whom Timmy had never seen before. His hair was a deep blue, so dark that it was almost black. He was decked out in leather and chains and studs, wearing heavy boots that went all the way up to his knees. His jawline was so pronounced that his head nearly looked square.

Timmy was sure that he would remember seeing someone so distinctive — nonetheless, despite his complete lack of recognition, there was something undeniably familiar about the stranger.

“Timmy Turner?” The man asked. He had his arms folded behind his back, radiating an aura of smugness.

— From an upcoming chapter of "If Love Is The Answer, You're Home"

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For the 🌹 ask game.

A knock on Timmy’s front door broke him from his thoughts. He rolled his eyes fondly; it was probably Peri, having forgotten his jacket or his purse again. Sometimes Timmy thought that Peri “forgot” stuff just to have an excuse to see him for a couple of minutes.

The knock came again, more insistent this time. Timmy rolled off of his couch, sauntering over to the front door. He paused to glance at himself in the mirror that hung next to his coat rack, smoothing down the worst of his cowlicks with the flat of his hand.

Satisfied, Timmy swung the door open with a flourish. “Couldn't wait to see me again, huh, babe?” Timmy said. Then his eyes fluttered open, and he froze.

The person standing on his doorstep was definitely not Peri. It was someone whom Timmy had never seen before. His hair was a deep blue, so dark that it was almost black. He was decked out in leather and chains and studs, wearing heavy boots that went all the way up to his knees. His jawline was so pronounced that his head nearly looked square.

Timmy was sure that he would remember seeing someone so distinctive — nonetheless, despite his complete lack of recognition, there was something undeniably familiar about the stranger.

“Timmy Turner?” The man asked. He had his arms folded behind his back, radiating an aura of smugness.

— From an upcoming chapter of "If Love Is The Answer, You're Home"

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— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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“ honey, i've only adored you lifetimes ago and here we are. it's nice to see you again. ”

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“ honey, i've only adored you lifetimes ago and here we are. it's nice to see you again. ”

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For the 🌹 ask game.

(+ a bonus second ask!)

That means six sentences in total, so here ya go:

Still only half-awake, Timmy stumbled into his kitchen, intent on splashing some water on his face to at least help ground him a bit. Instead, he immediately froze upon entering the room, mouth agape and thoughts grinding to a halt.

Because Peri was standing right there, in Timmy's kitchen, wearing the same clothes from yesterday and holding a container of coffee grounds.

The sight was simultaneously so bizarre and so mundane that Timmy was at a loss for words. A single thought kept repeating in his mind, looping like a broken record:

‘Why is Peri still here?’

— From the upcoming chapter of "If Love Is The Answer, You're Home"

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"shipping incest is wrong" What if they were forcibly separated at a young age and they've spent their whole lives since feeling that something is missing. What if it's been so long that one doesn't recognize the other, but they fall in love anyway, because their souls know each other and of course it's them it always has been before, and honey I've only adored you lifetimes ago and here we are, it's nice to see you again, and nothing has felt right until they're in each other's arms again and that childhood they shared together was just setting the stage, how can any other love feel right once you've lost your other half? What then?

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For the 🌹 ask game.

(+ a bonus second ask!)

That means six sentences in total, so here ya go:

Still only half-awake, Timmy stumbled into his kitchen, intent on splashing some water on his face to at least help ground him a bit. Instead, he immediately froze upon entering the room, mouth agape and thoughts grinding to a halt.

Because Peri was standing right there, in Timmy's kitchen, wearing the same clothes from yesterday and holding a container of coffee grounds.

The sight was simultaneously so bizarre and so mundane that Timmy was at a loss for words. A single thought kept repeating in his mind, looping like a broken record:

‘Why is Peri still here?’

— From the upcoming chapter of "If Love Is The Answer, You're Home"

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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“It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory.”

— Paulo Coelho

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You know for me it's always you.

• I know places (Taylor's version) - Taylor Swift

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perpetually emotional over these brothers

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