from the big four

The Big Four™ in the last chapter
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Jerza:</b> Erza caring more about her looks to impress a certain someone, we get hints that Erza and Jellal see each other often, basically canon.<p/><b>Gajevy:</b> After a year they're already together, probs having sex, trying for a baby, domestic asf, hints that Levy might be pregnant??? 100% canon<p/><b>Gruvia:</b> Roles reversed, Juvia strips, Gildarts struggled to keep it in his pants, Gray gets jealous and pulls Juvia away from everyone else, offers Juvia to get her scars healed because her body belongs to him, if this ain't canon idk what is<p/><b>Nalu:</b> Might not have been as obvious as the rest of the couples but Mashima did a good job of expressing to us how Natsu and Lucy really feel about each other. They're the most innocent couple from the 4 so they're moving a bit slower than the rest, but from my perspective, Nalu is canon guys, don't worry ;)<p/><b></b><p/><b></b> Basically The Big Four are all canon, we can all die happy and thank Mashima for the wonderful journey he put us through and say it was all worth it in the end ♡<p/></p><p/></p>
5 New ideas for outlining stories

Maybe you are tired of all outlining techniques out there… the snowflake, the skeletal, the summary, the visual map, you’ve tried them all. And, although they are great, nothing works anymore. Or never worked in the first place. Maybe, when you outline, you feel like the magic is gone, the story has already been told, you don’t need to write it anymore. Outlining makes your bored.

Then, you try going pantser, but you get lost to where your story should be going soon after the first plot point. Not outlining makes you lost.

Originally posted by murallamuerta

We need to jump outside the box of plotter and pantser. No one is 100% plotter, or 100% pantser. We are neither. In truth, we are explores, travelers, discoverers of beautiful stories, sometimes we have maps, sometimes we are following the unknown.

If we outline with fear and/or severity, we are doomed. Outlining is supposed to be on the creative side of the brain. It’s the whole picture of a drawing. Or the sketch of a sculpture. So, let’s try an artistic approach to outlining. 

1. TV Series:

For a moment, pretend that you are not writing a book, but a 15-episodes TV series. Write down a small paragraph to what should happen in each episode. Don’t worry about details, make it general. With 15 episodes planned out, you’ll have a clear view of the story. As you write, use the episodes as guidance.

This exercise helps you explore plot details.

2. Hours:

Think of your story as the hand of a clock, it has to run through twelves parts to close the circle. Draw a clock, but, instead of hours, write down plot points. Every hour should change the story somehow and guide the characters to a conclusion.

This exercise helps you keep track with the main plot.  

3. Branches

Picture your story as the branches of a tree. Better yet, grab a paper and draw your tree trunk. The trunk is the beginning of the story. Part the trunk into two big branches. These two branches are two different turns your story could take. From two big branches, create four smaller ones. At each split, create a new course for your story. At the end of the exercise, you’ll have many outlines to choose from.

This exercise helps you discover new possibilities.

4. Mixing

Mix the outline of two existing stories from books, movies or games to create your own. Very simple and easy. Write down one or more paragraphs on how these two stories would merge into one completely new.

This exercise helps you unravel new angles to old ideas. 

5. Tags

Make a list of 10 to 50 words of objects, colors, places, animals or even feelings. Pick three words randomly and try to incorporate them into your story.

This exercise helps you think outside the box.

You can try your favorite exercise, or all of them.

anonymous asked:

is the moon real

It is, but not in the traditional sense!

The moon is actually a major man-made satellite that is used to store all information that would absolutely NEED to be recovered in the case of mass human death, resulting in the endangerment of our species. To keep this information safe, NASA proposed that we keep it off-earth.

Currently, the moon is at 76% memory capacity, as it currently storing seventy-four-thousand petrabytes of unedited footage from “The Big Bang Theory” television show.

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I know its a bit late in the day to ask but Nurseydex future fic fathers day?

Nursey wakes up to the sound of something being dropped in the kitchen and a muffled, “Oh crap!”

It’s a little terrifying at first, until he checks his clock and sees that it’s 7:30 AM and remembers that it’s Father’s Day. Dex is still asleep beside him, which means that it’s probably Beto and Georgie in the kitchen. He debates going out to check on them, but he figures they’re both ten now, they can figure out breakfast on their own, and they’re probably trying to surprise them, anyway.

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Ringo’s telling his story for the Anthology and he starts off, ‘We’re in Paris with this chauffeur and he’s come over cos he can speak French, and George had a sore throat.’

The camera pans over to George to get his reaction. George goes, 'No, I thought *Paul* had the sore throat.’

It pans over to me: 'I’m telling you, *John* had the sore throat.’ And I’ve worked out since, that it Ringo thinks it was George, it couldn’t be Ringo. If George thought it was me but it wasn’t me, then if I thought it was John, then it was John.’

—  Conversations with McCartney (as far as I can tell) via @pivoinesque (several times over: here’s the link to the post)
How Could You? // Zach Dempsey.

Hey guys! I have so many imagines coming your guys way you just don’t understand. Also, i’m finally writing an imagine on my computer so this will come out in way better quality AND I can write faster yay! I hope you guys enjoy this one it was requested by @chloesalva! Happy reading.

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Request: Can you do one where Zach cheats on the reader and the reader finds out about the tapes? Thanks :)

Warnings: Cheating and swearing, if you’re looking for something with a happy ending this is NOT it.

A/N : YALL FOREAL NEED TO LISTEN TO ECHOES OF SILENCE BY THE WEEKEND WHILE LISTENING TO THIS SONG OMG I JUST NCDSONVFJS 


Saturday night..

Readers POV~

“Hey Jess have you seen Zach?” I questioned. Zach convinced me to come to this dumb party. I’m not a party person at all, if anything i’m the exact opposite. Something about warm bodies all around me and red solo cups everywhere just aggravates me. Unfortunately, Zach’s convincing game is strong. So here I am, surrounded by drunk teens and searching for Zach. But that didn’t stop me from having a couple drinks.

“I haven’t seen him since when you guys walked in…want some?” Jessica slurred offering me a swig from her lipstick stained cup. I took four big gulps and returned the cup before I walked away. 

I needed some place away from all the sweaty figures, so I made my way to the bathroom for a breather. I opened the door to and saw two people. A girl on the sink and a guy standing between her legs, showering her neck in lustful kisses.I was about to close the door but the boy looked familiar to me. 

“Z..Zach?” I slurred, the liquor from before finally kicking in. He pulled away from the girls neck and snapped his head in my direction. His eyes were full of regret and sorrow.

I pushed past all the sweaty bodies in the house and made my way outside. My eyes were starting to form tears as I made my way down the sidewalk to my house which wasn’t too far from Jess’s place. It didn’t really help that Zach was my ride and I was anything but sober.

I heard quick heavy footsteps trailing behind me and I started to walk faster. I knew exactly who was following me. The boy that made all my troubles go away. The boy that made me forget all my problems. The boy I gave my heart to, and he destroyed it in return. 

“Y/N please stop I can explain!” He grabbed at my wrist.

Don’t fucking touch me!” I yanked away from his grip. He was shocked. He had never seen me angry like this and he didn’t know what to do.

“How could you..?” I questioned with a look of disgust on my face. He was about to talk but I cut him off.

“I’m an idiot for thinking that somebody like you could be in love with a girl like me.” Nothing I was saying was making sense, but that didn’t stop me from coming clean about everything. I told him about how I thought I was never good enough for him and how I would never be. I told him I never loved even though it was a lie. Soon my voice got louder to the point where people were pulled me away from him. 

Sherri  pulled me into her car and she took me home. The whole car ride was filled with awkward silence and a sniffle from me every now and then.

We finally got to my house and I put my hand on the car door handle but Sherri placed her hand on top mine.

“Y/N hold on just one second okay, sweetheart.” She spoke softly as she reached into the backseat and grabbed a shoe box.

She handed me the shoe box and rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb.

“Don’t open it now, open it when you get inside and don’t ask questions. Just listen.”

I nodded and thanked her then went inside my house.

I flipped the lid of the shoe box and looked at the cassette tapes inside. “Why would Sherri give me this?” I thought to myself.

I grabbed my moms old tape player and put in the first tape.

“Hey it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker.”


Monday morning..

Zach texted me about a million times this whole weekend. I didn’t bother to open any of the messages. Between him and the tapes I didn’t know how to feel anymore. My perspective changed on everybody and I even questioned myself. How could I be one of the reasons why Hannah killed herself? How could Zach be one of the reasons she killed herself?

I went to my locker to get my English book when I felt a large figure next to me.

“I don’t think you understand how sorry I am about everything, you’re the one person that made me feel better in life after everything that’s happened, and it kills me inside knowing that I messed up what we had. It kills me knowing that you don’t love me anymore.” Zach stated. I looked up at him and he looked horrible. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was all messy and untamed. His lips were dry and his face was pale. He really let go of himself.

“When I said I never loved you.. I lied. And ever since Saturday I’ve constantly told myself to forget about you just like you forgot about me that night. And then I heard your tape. And I really realized how pathetic you are. And I keep trying to convince myself to remove you from my life. But no matter what I do, I can’t stop myself from loving you. And that’s the part that kills me.” I shut my locker and walked away, leaving Zach standing there defeated and sobbing.


A/N: I’m not even gonna lie I cried while writing this. I really liked writing this. It was a challenge for me because i’m not used to writing things without a happy ending. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this! My requests are currently closed i’m really sorry but I have a lot of imagines to write and I don’t want to keep people waiting. I have a couple more imagines coming out this weekend so I hope this makes up for the little dry period I had. I love you guys! Thanks so much for reading. :)  ps. (the gif isn’t mine)

I like people in the FT fandom who can ignore posts about a ship they don’t like and move on. ♥ It’s okay to ship the big four! It’s okay not to ship the big four! ♥ Arguing from entrenched positions is useless: with so much material to work from, everyone can “score points”.
    – submitted by anonymous

you know what is frustrating? watching everyone around you update their fics and get anons about it and have people talk excitedly about their updates, all while knowing that could be you if you just *clenches fist* actually wrote your long fic for once in your damn life

MTR Fandom Showcase

“The Modern Four/The Futuristic Four” also known as “Meet the Incredibles Big Hero Bolt”. A sort of miniature fandom within the MTR fandom where four different characters from four different movies comes together in the same universe.

  • Wilbur Robinson from “Meet the Robinsons”
  • Violet Parr from “The Incredibles”
  • Hiro Hamada from “Big Hero 6″
  • Penny from “Bolt”
His Girls - Derek Hale x Reader

Request: the reader has a child from a previous relationship and Derek absolutely adores the reader and her child.


“You’re going to spoil her rotten”

Derek turned to her with a sheepish smile, unable to hide the love shining through his eyes. She was always nervous about introducing her daughter, Olivia, to her boyfriends but she felt sure about Derek. She’d been right, it was love at first sight, Derek adored Olivia and she loved him. He’d come home that day with a new princess dress for her daughter and a huge bunch of her favourite flowers.

Her heart swelled in her chest when she watched Olivia stumble towards Derek, only for him to swoop her into his strong arms and swing her around. Squeals of delight filled the loft as they kept spinning. Eventually, Derek set her down, both of them wobbling on unsteady legs. The beeping of the oven snapped her out of her adoring gaze. Reluctantly, she stood up walking into the kitchen to continue preparing their dinner.

When she came back into the living area to call them to the table she was met by the sight of Derek sitting cross legged across from Olivia, who was now wearing her new dress, having a tea party. He lifted the tiny plastic cup to his lips, pretending to sip tea from it. She had to refrain from laughing when he delicately lifted up his pinky when Olivia scolded him for not holding the teacup properly.

“Dinner’s ready” They both turned towards her, Olivia was beaming whereas Derek was fighting off an embarrassed blush. Her daughter ran off to wash her hands while Derek approached her with his head down. She drew him close to her, taking his hands and placing them on her hips. She pressed up onto the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“You’re adorable” Her tone was light but she failed to hide her amusement.

“I’m a werewolf” His voice was stern but she couldn’t contain the laughter that erupted from her chest.

“A big bad werewolf that has tea parties with four-year-old princesses?” His face dropped into a scowl but when she started laughing again he couldn’t stop his lips from turning up at the corners and forming a smile. He pulled her into his broad chest, mumbling a quick “shut up” into her hair.

When they finished tea, (y/n) stood up and started collecting their plates. Derek mirrored her actions, gently prying them from her hands.

“Sit down, I’ll take care of it” He kissed her temple before playfully nudging her away with his hips. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she tried to comprehend how she’d ever got so lucky.

“C’mon princess, bath time” Her daughter squealed in delight, the skirt of her dress swishing against the floor as she raced to the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder to see Derek’s eyes following her daughter adoringly, she knew that even though Olivia wasn’t his biologically he loved her like she was his own.

After having a bath, Olivia wanted to watch a film before going to bed, she picked 101 Dalmatians-her current favourite. (Y/n) snuggled up with her under a blanket on the sofa. Derek soon joined them, as soon as he’d sat down Olivia scrambled onto his lap, snuggling into his chest. If it hadn’t looked so adorable (y/n) would have been offended, instead, she quickly took a picture of the two of them. Careful not to disturb her daughter, she curled into Derek’s side, burying her head into the crook of his neck. It wasn’t until the credits started to roll on the TV screen that Derek realised they’d both fallen asleep. He couldn’t bear to move his girls, not when they were sleeping so peacefully. He reached for the blanket, wrapping it more securely around the three of them. After placing a kiss to each of their foreheads he settled into the sofa and fell asleep.

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Small Tales from the Borderlands/Doctor Who crossover! :D

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I Know I'm Not The Only One//Part 2

A/N: The amount of love this story got was unbelievable. Thank you for all the love, you’ve made my day. 


Originally posted by jevislanuit

It was 5 in the morning when you opened your eyes and realized it would be impossible to close them again. Sleep had not been your friend, at least not lately. But as soon as you felt Spencer slowly sit up besides you, immediately you closed your eyes and pretended to sleep. 

Listening to his every move you could picture every step he was taking. Sneaking out of bed was a new low for him, but it honestly felt like rock bottom. As your eyes began to fill with tears, you realized you couldn’t fight this anymore, this was enough. 

Quickly you threw the sheets off of you and ran out of bed, furiously ready to confront Spencer, and demand answers. Demand to know why, scream, break things, you we’re prepared to feel something, something besides the hollowness you had been feeling in your heart. 

Anything would do, even pain. But as soon as you reached the living room you realized it was too late, he was already gone. Rage took over you as you pounded the door with your closed fists again, and again, and again until your knuckles began to bleed. 

Soon you found your self on the ground, with your knees to your chest, crying. Breaking down, collapsing, the thin thread that had been holding you together finally snapping unable to carry the weight of your heavy heart. Enough, this was enough. 

Calmly you collected your self, wiping the tears away, you got up and took a shower. When you first met Spencer it was amazing, to say the least, quickly the fear of losing him became a constant thing. For the last four years you had intertwined your lives almost far beyond entanglement. Work, moving in together, bills, friends, family, the talks of one day having a family of your own. 

There we’re so many knots you had no clue how to undo, but it was time, it was time to undo them. When Spencer came home, you had been sitting on the bed, already dressed. Trying to mentally prepare your self for what you we’re going to do next. 

“Hey you’re up already” his voice was cheery, “I have a surprise for you.” 

The kitchen was set, with two bags from your favorite breakfast cafe. Spencer pulled out the chair for you to sit, he sat across from you with a big smile on his face. “Happy Four Year anniversary Y/N” 

“Happy four year anniversary Spencer” there was no smile, no happiness in your voice. “So, I made some plans to celebrate. I booked us a cabin in Georgia, we can see your family, it’ll be fun” 

How could he be doing this? How could he act as if he hadn’t lied to you, or slept with someone else? How could he still look at you after everything he’d done. “I don’t want to go Spencer.” 

“What? Why not?” Spencer looked shocked, “I thought it’d be perfect to celebrate our four year–” 

“I don’t want to celebrate anything” As soon as he heard that he put his fork down and looked at your, trying to read you, trying to figure out where you we’re going with the conversation. 

“What’s her name?” Spencer was caught off guard with the question, “What’s her name Spencer, what is the name of the woman you’ve been cheating on me with?” 

Once Spencer didn’t answer you continued, “What is she like? Where did you meet her? When did it start? Is she better than me? Was is it worth it Spencer? Was she worth it?” 

At this point Spencer could only shake his head, “No, she wasn’t.” 

“But you still did it, you still lied to me for months. How? How did you do that?” Your voice was becoming higher, “How did you come home and get in the same bed as me after sleeping with someone else, tell me how?” 

“Y/N, please calm down. I can explain.” While you had obviously passed the point of common sense Spencer tried to remain calm. “Spencer nothing you say can save us, you made that choice when you cheated on me.” 

Quickly you got up and grabbed and headed to the door, grabbing the small to go bag that was on the floor. Spencer quickly followed you, “What are you doing?” he said panicking. 

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving you, I’m leaving the BAU, I’m leaving this apartment, this city. I’m leaving you Spencer.” 

“No, Y/N, please I can explain we can work this work, please I will do anything” Spencer was begging. 

“There is no way we can make this work. I could never look at you the same. I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve the hell you’ve made me feel for the last four months Spencer. Garcia will be by to ship me my things.” 

Spencer stood by the door shocked, you we’re gone, and he couldn’t move. 


After flying back home and getting into your hotel room you checked your voice mail to find one from JJ. 

“Hey you, just wanted to let you know that we’re getting your stuff. And that I’m still here for you Y/N, we are all still here for you. Spencer might be my best friend but that doesn’t make what he did any less wrong. I’m sorry, please let us know if we can do anything. Take care, Y/N”

The BAU had been generous enough to fast track your transfer, and you would start your new job next week. Enough time to get your self settled into a new apartment and hopefully some time to clear your head. 

But you we’re ready, ready to take everything on even if it would be a struggle, new job, new city, new apartment. Far away from Spencer Reid. 


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‘River on the Rise’ by Debra Blake for Vegetarian Times, March 1988 (Part I)

Film Star River Phoenix says being a vegetarian is the most important role he’ll ever play. 

In Japan they adore him. The teenagers call out to him when he comes to promote one of his films: “Rio! Rio!” they chant. It is their nickname for him. They think he’s the next James Dean. And boy, does he have the looks for it. But smoldering looks and shirt-off-the-shoulder poses aren’t what River Phoenix is all about, and he gets a little embarrassed when he comes off that way. The 17-year-old’s dark clothes aren’t meant to impress. His canvas and rubber high-top boots are unexceptional. Still, it’s hard sometimes to resist just gazing at his blonde-streaked pretty head against the blue Florida sky, or wondering how he lucked into those dark eyebrows.

But he calls you back to what he’s saying, to his simple intensity. “Vegetarianism is a link to perfection and peace,” he’s saying now, and his voice is soft but strong, very sincere. “But it’s a small link. There are lots of other issues: apartheid , vivisection, political prisoners, the arms race. There’s so much going on in this world today, so much ignorance among people. That’s not to say I’m not standing amongst everybody. But the point is, what can we do now? That’s the thing about vegetarianism; it’s an individual’s decision and it’s something you have control over. How many things do we really have control over?”

River Phoenix is one of the lucky ones; he’s an actor making a successful go of it in a tough business. Years ago, he was one of the brothers in the television series Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Later, he got his big break as a spunky but thoughtful kid in Stand by Me, and then as the elder son in The Mosquito Coast with Harrison Ford. He’s in demand now: Producers send him scripts, and this spring he’s scheduled to show up in three new movies: Jimmy Reardon, Little Nikita with Sidney poitier, and Running on Empty

River Phoenix. He’s a big name in Hollywood.

But the River sitting here on the lawn of his parents’ rented house in Florida is only as large as life. He’s not all seriousness and theory. His eyes are warm and welcoming; he laughs easily. Right away you know he’s a regular guy. Still, he’s eager to take advantage of what he calls the “rare opportunity” to discuss issues that really matter to him: veganism, health concerns most teens don’t even know exist, fulfillment in relationships with family and friends, world peace, and change in South Africa.

Do you put much faith into what a 17- year-old says or is he just trying on some ideals for size? In short order, you decide to trust him. He’s had a life unlike most people in the world - one of met challenges, enormous changes and great ideals-and that colors your reactions. He can keep you interested in what he’s saying longer than most people twice his age. So somehow you know he’s sincere. And you see that the “Rio! Rio!” business in Japan and the perfect eyebrows are small parts of a very large picture.


Most of what has been written about River Phoenix weaves his story into the story of his family. And try as you might to see him apart from them, you can’t entirely. They’re part of the big picture. His four younger siblings - one brother, Leaf, and three sisters, Rainbow, Liberty and Summer - also act; Summer and Leaf recently were cast in Russkies, and last summer Rainbow had a role in Maid to Order with fellow vegan Ally Sheedy. Their parents, Arlyn and John Phoenix, manage their kids’ careers, having decided years ago to forgo outside work and commit themselves to the family venture. The entire family is vegan, and they all come across as gentle and kind people who work together like clockwork. River’s history is the history of the Phoenixes, and he’s grateful for and satisfied by being a part of that.

Arlyn Phoenix is also grateful for the family, and she’s unflustered by their success. “You have to understand,” she says, sipping her sorghum-sweetened herbal tea, “that this didn’t just happen to us. We planned it.” Success is part of the Phoenix family mission. It’s why their name is Phoenix. They’re on the rise.

Arlyn and John chose the name phoenix together, years ago, and they nursed their five babies on the twin ideals of love and peace. The couple became vegetarian soon after they met in the ‘60s, but dropped it after moving to Venezuela with a born-again-style Christian group. Several years-and several babies-later, in 1978, they broke from the organization. On their way back to the United States they rekindled their commitment to vegetarianism, taking the cue from their children. 

 River was seven then. He remembers how it began. “On the boat we saw men fishing,” he said. “It was our [the kids’] first time seeing that. And it was the first time that I really saw that meat wasn’t just a hamburger or hot dog or some disguised food on your plate, that it was an animal, it was flesh. It seemed very barbaric and kind of cruel, and me and my brother and sister were all crying and were traumatized. The reality just hit us so hard. Our parents were very sensitive to our feelings. I mean, they were obviously immune to it themselves-meat eating is so much a part of society as a whole and how people eat-but they were very interested in our sensitivity to it, so they were open to us becoming vegetarian.”

Vegetarianism came easily to the Phoenix family. Within the year, with encouragement from Arlyn’s vegan sister, the family also stopped eating eggs and dairy products. “It was hard to give up dairy for a while for a lot of people in my family,” River remembers. “My mom and dad were so used to eating cheese, and it was so convenient. But I said, 'Hey, if we’re doing this thing, let’s go all the way with it.’ The other kids were into it, so my parents said, 'OK, let’s do it.’ And we did.”

It’s been 10 years since anyone in the Phoenix family has worn leather shoes, carried a leather handbag or brought honey into their home. They embrace every possible reason for veganism. They love animals and they believe dairyless eating is better for health. They believe the move away from a meat-centered culture will better support the world’s ecology. Above all, they see veganism as one of the early steps people can take to be conscious of their relationships in the world: relationships with animals, people, and the planet itself. To the Phoenix family, veganism is an essential ingredient of a loving and peaceful world-an extension of the values that motivated John and Arlyn when the two first met. 

“I have to stop him. I’m sorry. Goodbye.”

have a little doodle of young Melarue in the Four Horsemom’s AU aka the au where Melarue is a baby and is raised by Maibrit, Lela, Kel, and Olwyn. Pffft Mel, you think somehow you’re going to sneak out to go and fight the Dread Wolf without one of your mom’s noticing? Not in a million years. 

In Herba Veritas

From a prompt ages ago, a college AU featuring weed; my last remaining WIP – enjoy!

A week of these buzzing fragrant late-May days where spring’s been shading into summer, the light holding out longer, the air warmer even after sunset. Outdoor study dates, lunches on the steps in the quad, and a tiny little spray of freckles has appeared across Scully’s winter-white collarbones, sweet cinnamon blossoms he imagines are one of the harbingers of the season to come.

He wishes he could look forward to it, this first summer with her, wishes they both had different plans than their actual ones. But next week is finals, then she’s off to this brainiac accelerated pre-med intensive on the opposite coast for ten weeks and he’s so proud of her for being selected that he’s just about bursting with it; also he wants to fling himself directly into the sun from the pain of being separated from her for so long so he doesn’t think about it if he can help it. He’ll be on the Vineyard, for hopefully the last time, working on his thesis in the stifling-hot attic, writing to her every day when he’s had enough of Decoupling Neurodivergence and the Criminal Impulse, having a sad, silent dinner with his mother every evening, going for long runs on the beach in hopes of being able to drop instantly off to sleep at night, alone in a too-short single bed that suddenly feels much too big without her.

But for now — ahh, for now, they do have the now.

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