thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end

So the awesome @tall-butt sent me a prompt from this list: ‘exes meeting again after not speaking for years au’. It was gonna be like 5k but when do any of my fics ever go to plan!? SO here it is, 19k of pain.

Eternal thanks to @the-pontiac-bandit and @startofamoment for letting me yell about this/proof reading.


December 23rd, 2018

Text message  11/29/18   19:53


When are you coming home?

Text message  11/29/18   20:09

Jake Peralta

New lead in case. Will b late.

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My booth, WW Vintage, at In Retrospect - from January through May.

It was such a busy semester that I haven’t been blogging as much as I intended to. Between acting and crewing in shows, math, language and scenic shop classes, and trying to have a social life outside of that, I haven’t spent as much time talking about antiquing as much as I spend DOING the antiquing. So, hello!

I hope to post with more regularity now that I only have summer classes.

Thanks for all of the new followers. Happy hunting!

sydariah  asked:

Hey dear. 63 64 with Steve would be lovely😘

Hello, dearest! Here it is, I really hope you enjoooy! <3 

63. “Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
64. “Here, take my blanket.”

Words: 1.181 (I’m just never gonna learn lol) 

You loved it when Steve took you out on long walks around Brooklyn. It was a moment of peace from all the troubles roaming the world, placed upon his shoulders for him to carry. The long walks was a way of letting all of that go and just be you and him, alone, with no cares in the world. You looked at the blond beside you, smiling softly as you squeezed his hand. He turned to look at you, his ever charming smile playing on his lips.

“What?” he asked, his eyes calm displaying the calmness he was feeling inside instead of the constant weight he always carried on his shoulders.

“Nothing, I just love this,” you said as you sent him a smile, making him smile even wider.

“Me too,” he said, leaning closer to press his lips against yours in a tender kiss. You chuckled against his lips, pecking them once more before turning your attention back to the way you were walking.

“But,” you began, making Steve chuckle.

“But what?” he asked, his tone knowing as he always seemed to know that something was behind your ‘but’s.’. You snorted, bumping your shoulder to his arm.

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electing strange perfections

part one. part of “after the raven has had his say,” or the bittyrans/jackholtz eventual OT4 au. read it on ao3.

Bitty has a complicated relationship with mornings. He likes beginnings, fresh starts, new opportunities. He’s good at starting over - it’s the ending that’s harder. He knows how to finish some things: tweets, recipes, vlogs, days, pies. Most times, though, the middle gets muddled up and overly complicated until the thought of taking another step towards a conclusion is too overwhelming. When mornings fall in the middle of difficult projects it’s difficult to find the energy to get the day started. Today is one of those days.

He can’t really complain. The project he’s entrenched in is his long awaited cookbook, the one his followers have been clamoring about since his bunny-shaped cinnamon roll video went viral. He has another three weeks before the chapter he’s working on is done and he has just a few more recipe variations to test. Unfortunately, each iteration has been more time-consuming and difficult than the last and he’s not looking forward to another week of development. Ransom, at least, has all his previous attempts collected in an expansive Excel sheet, complete with “Ease of Consumption,” “Stress Generated During Baking,” and “Enjoyment Fluctuation” categories.

Bitty never thought baklava would be the death of him, but that’s what he gets for straying from his comfort zone. He’s tempted to cut the recipe altogether but it’s one of the top requests from his fans so he has to stay the course. He can’t let them down, now then he owes all his success to their support. There’s a weight on his chest just thinking about it - or maybe that’s just Ransom, who’s currently using Bitty’s sternum as a pillow. 

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This English Royal Adderley teacup featured a maple tartan pattern which is great to celebrate Canadian heritage in your home! This and many more vintage treasures can be found at the Wandaful Things antique booth in the Country Store at Y&Y Photography Studios on the main street of Legal, Alberta. Visit our Facebook page at for more updates on unique local goods and products.