Make me choose › Grey’s Anatomy or Gossip Girl?
→ Asked by seriouslysuperheroes

“When I was five, my mom lost me in a park. I don’t remember much except one minute I was riding the carousel and then the next, she was gone. I don’t remember how I found her. I don’t remember how I got home. All I remember is what happened next. She told me not to worry. She told me everything would be fine. Funny, isn’t it? The way memory works. The things you can’t quite remember, and the things you never forget. The carousel never stops turning”

Gonna give prompts a shot while I’m in the sun with an iPad and a bored mind. Send me some Japril requests please! :)

Don’t be offended if I turn some down though. I’m only gonna write what I can actually see potentially happening or feel comfortable with. And don’t just ask for basic smut, please. It’s a little undermining to me as a writer when people just want a little hanky panky to read, and don’t really care about the storytelling.


As a kid, I wondered if broken homes were where the broken people lived. It was silly but to this day, I still wonder… You can build a house out of anything, make it as strong as you want. But a home? A home is more fragile than that. A home is made of the people you fill it with. And people can be broken, sure. But any surgeon knows.. what’s broken can be mended, what’s hurt can be healed. That no matter how dark it gets, the sun’s gonna rise again.


When something big happens, something tragic, you freeze. You retreat into your happy bubble for what seems like a second, until you look up. And suddenly, you realise it’s a whole new year… How do you step back into the world? It’s scary. Time stood still and now it’s speeding by. You’re looking for a lifeboat, something to give you hope. But are you really ready to leave your happy little bubble and step back out into the big, blinding, bloody, terrible world? Are you ready to achieve the impossible?