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500 followers fic giveaway

In honor of this blog somehow reaching 500 followers, I decided to do a small fic giveaway. I never expected to get so many and I especially never expected to meet/talk to as many amazing people as I did, so I really wanted to thank you guys. That goes double for everyone that read my fics and left me kudos or nice comments, you guys are the best!! Thank you for making my fandom experience infinitely better than the vld fandom seemed from the outside :D ♥

But enough of the pointless babbling, here is how this is gonna work:

  • there will be 3 winners
  • I will only write klance 
  • all fics will be between 2k-10k words. Those that know my writing also know that it’s pretty much impossible for me to limit myself to a certain number of words, so I will not go with the usual 1st-2nd-3rd place system. All winners will get the same treatment - how much I write for your request depends on how much it inspires me. 
  • keep your prompt/request short. I can guarantee you that I will always reach the lower limit of 2k words, no matter how short you think the prompt is is.
  • like/reblog to enter. You don’t have to be following me. Once the deadline arrives I will go to a random number generator and draw the winners.
  • winners will be notified over IMs/PMs. If you are not following me, make sure that I can message you that way! Should you not respond within 24 hours, a new winner will be drawn.
  • last day to enter is May 1st. Winners will therefore be notified on May 2nd.

and last but definitely not least:

  • be patient with receiving your fics. As you can see they will be quite long and I will have to write them on top of studying/the big bangs I joined. I also tend to dedicate 100% of my time to finishing one fic before starting another, so do not demand regular updates on my story progress. I will tell you when I started/finished writing your prompt, so you’ll roughly know when to expect something. 

Alright, that’s it, good luck! :D

We might as well be strangers
We might as well be strangers

"As you get older you realise that things just get more complicated and it's just never a simple 'everything's delightful' - I mean I find that I feel very happy with that side of my life, but at the same time there always bad things and always difficult things, and I'll always like taking those and expanding on them and thinking where they might go and using those as ideas for writing. I don't know if that just means I'm a 'glass half empty' person or whatever, but in a way those are the most interesting things to write about - it's not particularly interesting to write a song about how 'everything's really lovely'. I think people are just very interesting, and those sorts of funny things that people say and do, and you don't really know if they're good or bad, but they're just weird. The way people behave to each other is so strange. We Might As Well Be Strangers is definitely one of my favourites songs I've written because it's so ... unbelievably depressing. I feel that it builds up and it just sort of explodes, it's like it smoulders along for a while and then there's a big cry of frustration, and then it just hangs its head, and then goes back to the 'for all I know of you now' bit. It's a very sad song." - Tim - Strangers DVD

anonymous asked:

in your "Excerpt From A Book I'll Never Write #67" you said you would rather have ribs with scars from an eighteen year old boy rather than ribs that have felt nothing. but I prefer ribs that have felt nothing. and I don't know if that's good or bad and it worries me.

Before you fall for someone, you’ll protect yourself from harm above all else. After all, it seems stupid to let a person hurt you - that’s the very first thing you learn in life.

But then some beautiful dork face walks through the door and suddenly you’d do anything for their hand to be pressed firmly against your heart. You get these ridiculously addictive butterflies and it’s destructive and dangerous but oh so wonderful.

And I know we call the marks scars, but they are also memories. They become the fairy tales we tell to strangers on midnight buses.

Maybe it doesn’t make sense right now, but I would rather have a story to tell than to have ribs that never felt a thing.