So I was thinking that it would be nice to help some lesser known book blogs get noticed. I just changed my theme and it comes with a ‘members’ section and I was thinking that I could change it into a ‘featured blogs’ section. There are six spots so I could feature six people at a time for a period of two weeks. When those two weeks are up I could feature 6 new people and so on.
If you guys would like your blog featured just fill out this form. I swear it only takes 10 seconds. Please don’t apply if you have over 1000 followers. I’d love to feature people who have under 600. (However anyone under 1000 will be featured.)
Even if you aren’t interested, reblog this to spread the word! It would be super helpful and I’d really appreciate it!
Look I finished!! Here’s a glimpse at all 100 books I’ve read this year! In order from last book i read (Blue Lily, Lily Blue) to the first (A Game of Thrones). Now I get to go read more! Have you guys read any of these or enjoyed one in particular? How are you doing on your own challenges?
Nico and Will sat on the floor at either ends of their coffee table. Their almost one year old daughter, Arianna, was between them. Her meaty little hands gripped the edge as she took tentative steps back and forth between her fathers.
The men watched happily and held a conversation about Nico’s sister’s upcoming wedding. Occasionally they’d stop to help Arianna back up when she’d fall on her butt and throw out encouraging words.
At some point, Arianna lost all interest in learning to walk. She let herself fall on her booty then proceeded to roll over onto her stomach and start crawling away. Nico grabbed her and picked her up.
“And where do you think you’re going, little miss?”
Arianna cooed out some baby talk and pointed towards the kitchen, which she only knew as the magical place her food comes from.
She nodded and clapped her hands together, happy that her papa had understood.
Nico strapped her into her high-chair and went to get her some food. He supervised her eating until there wasn’t anything left on her plate. “You happy, mia figlia?”
Normally he’d receive a response of happy baby babble, but this time he wasn’t. Arianna’s lips moved as if she wanted to say something. They kept getting stuck in a position before anything came out.
“Will, get in here!”
Will came rushing in. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think she’s trying to say her first word.”
Will lit up like a string of Christmas lights, and they both sat in front of her, anticipating the moment it happened.
It didn’t take long for them to realize that the word started with a “M” sound. The couple stared at one another with worry.
“You don’t think it’s gonna be-?”
“No. It couldn’t. I don’t think she’s ever even heard it before.”
Eventually she let out the sound “Mc” and she seemed satisified, as if she knew it was right. Will and Nico both sighed in relief, glad that her first word wasn’t going to be “mom” or “mama.”
“I’m blaming you if her first word is McDonald’s.” Will whispered to his husband.
“She hears it from you way more than she hears from me. You’re the one that sings that silly song all the time.”
They sat silently again, waiting for their daughter to say something.
Seconds felt like minutes.
And Minutes felt like hours.
And finally, she said it. “McShwizzel.” Arianna giggled happily and clapped, repeating the word over and over again. “McShwizzel! Mc Shwizzel! McShiwizzel!”
Will and Nico looked at each other. Nico stood up and grabbed the phone. “Clean her up. I’m gonna have a little chat with Uncle Leo.”
So if you don’t follow me on insta then you probs don’t know I doodle little witches everywhere. And I was wondering if people would be interested in little witchsona comms? Obvs it would be on nice paper and mailed to you?? Or maybe digital if you want that??
..You were sat in the apartment. Mark had been out all day so you decided to get some much needed cleaning done. You had just about finished when you hear someone crash through the front door. Terrified you dart under the bed. You place your ear to the floor, you hear the person running through the apartment. Their movements are scatty and erratic. Then it goes quiet.
You decide to be brave. You grab the baseball bat which is lying on the floor. You hold it tightly in your grip and tip toe towards the door. Your hand slightly shakes as you reach for the door handle. Slowly, you turn it and open the door.
You’re pushed to the floor. You go to shout but a hand clamps over over your mouth. You struggle, the baseball has now been flung over to the other side of the room. You look up and see who it is.
‘Shh. Please, please just shhh.’ Mark says frantically. His cheeks are flushed, his breath short, and sweat glistens on his brow. He stands up and removed his hand.
You go to say something but he doesn’t let you. He stand in front of you, his hands clasping your shoulders. 'Hide. I don’t have time to explain. You just need to hide. Ok?'
'But - I -’ You stutter. Your heart is beating so loud you are sure Mark can hear it.
'I’m sorry. I can’t explain. Please. Just hide’ He lets go of your shoulders and looks you up and down 'Its time to be brave’
'Wait. You mean…’ You shake your head in disbelief. It can’t be happening. Not now? Mark had been so careful.
'I’m begging you…’ He is interrupted by a bellow from downstairs.
'MARK?! YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER! YOU’RE MINE!’
You and Mark both stand frozen. Neither of you expected this to happen now. Not after everything you had done to prevent it. But it was happening and there was nothing you could do. Except be brave. You didn’t hide. You stood next to Mark. You were ready.
_____ walked into school the next Monday and found small stuffed bear with a rose and sticky note attached to her locker. She ripped the note off and read it. “Prom? If your answer is ‘no’, I won’t be able to bear it!” Rolling her eyes, she move to the nearest trashcan and made a show of tossing it all, knowing that he was somewhere close by watching her.
His next attempt was a little more…involved. “Delivery for Miss _____?,” a very nervous Jongin asked as he entered her math class with a bouquet of flowers. Her teacher gave her a stern look and she raised her hands in innocence. “Miss Garrity, I swear I had nothing to do with thi-” Just then, a rather angry looking Chen walked in wearing a t-shirt that said “Prom? Check Yes or No” with little boxes next to each option. “I hope you’ll make the write choice,” he said with minimal enthusiasm as he handed her a marker. “Chen, what the hell happened to your eye?,” _____ asked. “Your friend decked me the second she found out what happened. Now take the damn flowers,” he began, snatching the bouquet and shoving it towards her. “And answer the damn question,” he finished. She rolled her eyes yet again and grabbed the marker before putting a check mark in the “No” box.
‘You can’t ignore me forever, y’know,’ she pursed her lips, reading the text message. “Well, that’s the plan,” she muttered to herself. Just then, she heard the doorbell ring. She went downstairs and answered it. “Pizza delivery.” Before she could respond, the man interrupted. “Guy named Sehun paid for it. Told me to tell you he’s sorry.” _____ thanked the man and took the box before closing the door. “Dammit….The bastard knows I can’t turn down pizza….” She dropped it on the table and noticed a piece of paper fall on the floor. ‘I know you hate me, and you have every right to. I kind of hate myself right now to be honest. I let things get way out of hand and I’m sorry. Like, beyond sorry. I can’t even explain how sorry I am, that I hurt you. I know you’ll never admit it, but that’s what I did. I hurt you. And I’ll always regret that, but please. I’m just asking you to let me make up for it.’ After reading the note, she opened the pizza box. ‘This may seem cheesy, but will you go to prom with me?’ She smiled a bit and took a slice, folding the note and sliding it into her pocket.
It was prom night and Sehun was still without a date. “Alone on prom night….Never expected that,” he murmured, smoothing back his hair. He checked his watch and then he checked his phone, still hoping to get a text from her. ‘Nothing…’ He sighed and left the house to head to the prom.
A wallflower. He had never been a wallflower….Plenty of girls asked for a dance, but…he just couldn’t accept. None of them-….none of them were her. He scanned the room for the hundredth time, silently praying that she’d show up and magically want to be with him again. “You just gonna stand there all night?,” Jongin asked. “Nah. I think I’m just gonna head home.” “And now to announce prom king and queen!,” one of the student council members called out on the microphone.
“Thanks, Leesa,” _____ said, giving her a smile smile. “No problem. Besides, I wanted to have the hottest date there,” she winked, nudging her shoulder. _____ giggled and pushed open the doors of the banquet hall.
“Our prom king is- drum roll please!” A poor quality drum audio played over the speakers for a moment. “Oh Sehun!” Everyone cheered and congratulated him as he made his way to the stage…or rather, got pushed to the stage. The student council member placed a plastic crown on his head and moved back to the microphone to announce the queen. “And this year’s prom queen is…,” she signaled for another drum roll which promptly followed. “_____ _____!” “She’s not he-” Sehun’s words were interrupted by cheering and a flashed of hope swept across his face as he saw her coming into the room. “What’s going on?,” she asked, wondering why everyone was staring at her. “You’re the prom queen!” “Go get your crown!” “And your king!” A look of shock and nervousness crossed her features as she looked around. Those feelings quickly faded as she locked eyes with Sehun. She frowned and muttered, “I can’t do this,” before turning to leave. “_____, wait!,” he grabbed the cordless microphone and yelled as she sped up. “_____, y-you win!” She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him as everyone else watched in confusion and curiosity. “You win. I lose. And I’m fine with losing our bet, because I don’t want to lose you. I’m in love with you, _____.” Everyone reacted in different ways, although a collective gasp could be heard. “I’m completely head over heels in love with you, and if I weren’t, I definitely wouldn’t be embarrassing myself up here on prom night,” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. He continued, stepping down from the stage and walking towards her in the middle of the room. “So, all bets are off. I just want you.” _____ looked up at him and said, “If you think you’re getting off the hook so easily because of that little speech, you’re clearly mistaken,” with a smirk. He grinned and replied, “I wasn’t expecting to, but it was worth a shot,” before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into a kiss. As she wrapped her arms around him, his grip tightened on her but loosened on the microphone, causing it to screech as it hit the floor. Sehun broke the kiss, hearing the loud noise and everyone’s irritated reaction. “Oh, shit,” he said, picking up the piece of equipment. “Sorry, guys…Sorry,” he muttered into the microphone before _____ grabbed it and tossed it to the nearest bystander. Then she gripped him by his tie and pulled him into another deep kiss. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Chen. “I’m sorry, too, _____,” he said honestly, handing her the plastic queen crown. She smiled and gave a subtle nod, thanking him as she took the item. He smiled at the happy couple before heading over to Jaleesa who had her arms folded, but couldn’t fight the smile on her face. “Looks like you’ve been promoted from Ice Queen to Prom Queen,” Sehun joked, placing the crown on her head and pecking her lips lightly. “And you’ve been promoted from Town Whore to Prom King,” she laughed. “Touche,” he shrugged in agreement. “Hey, this isn’t really my scene. Wanna get outta here?,” she asked. “What about Jaleesa? Didn’t you come here with her-,” he stopped when he noticed her point at something on the other side of the room. “I think she’ll be fine,” she said as the two of them saw Chen and Jaleesa slow dancing and exchanging kisses. “Let’s go, then,” he smirked, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her outside. “The bowling alley should still be open.” “You wanna get your ass kicked again?,” _____ teased. “I’m telling you, ya got lucky that time! I’ll definitely win this round.” “Wanna bet?,” she winked.
With Our Backs to the Wall (The Darkness Will Fall) - Preview
So for those of you who don’t know, I have been working on my first multi-chapter fic for the past few weeks. It is an AU in which instead of being stranded on the island for 5 years, Oliver enlists in the U.S. Army. It’s also an Age Difference AU between Oliver and Felicity, 12 years to be exact. I’ve decided to start posting it soon so I thought I would put out a little preview.
“Okay, by my estimate you haven’t had sex in 1,839 days. Unless there’s something you want to tell me.” He gives Tommy a blank look. “Right, so as your wingman might I suggest the fiery hot redhead in the sinfully tight dress?”
“What would Laurel think if she heard this?”
“Hey, this is for you, not me. None of them hold up to Laurel in my eyes.”
“Merlyn, I do believe you are thoroughly whipped.” Tommy looks as if he’s going to protest but only ends up giving him a self-deprecating smile.
“What can I say, man? She’s incredible.” Oliver would have to agree on that.
Looking around, he catches sight of a blonde at the end of the bar. She’s standing by herself with her back to them and running a hand through her slightly curled hair. The royal blue dress she’s wearing falls to the floor but her entire back is on display. It’s all skin, starting at her shoulders and ending at the base of her spine, the cut just shy of indecent.
“I’ll be right back.”
Before he knows it Oliver is crossing to the other side of the bar. He walks up behind the girl and briefly places a hand on her back to grab her attention. She turns to face him and he barely gets out a word before she throws her arms around him.
“Oliver!” Wait, he knows that voice. “You’re back! I’m so glad you’re home!” He really, really knows that voice but can’t seem to place it. The warmth of this girl in his arms is a bit distracting and he pulls away before something embarrassing comes up.
“Ollie! Felicity! I found you guys.” Oh shit.
“You go away for five years and forget about everybody? Come on, Oliver, I told you I dyed my hair in one of those letters.” Oh fucking shit.
No, this beautiful blonde bombshell cannot be Felicity. Felicity has brown hair and braces and glasses that are slightly too big for her face. She’s disproportionate limbs and regularly teasing him with Thea. Felicity is a girl twelve years younger than him, not this woman standing before him now. Because if it is Felicity, he just had some very inappropriate thoughts about the girl he and his family have basically adopted as their own. Did he mention she is twelve years younger than him and best friends with his baby sister?