i hope you guys have an awesome day!

very important! I’m going on hiatus!

Hi guys! I have something very important to tell you. *sigh* I’m so nervous tbh xD Alright, so I’m leaving tomorrow. For a month. And that means that i won’t post anything starting from tomorrow. Also I probably won’t have internet connection there, and that means that i won’t be able to respond on your messages or asks(omg T-T) that’s all, i hope you have an awesome day!

Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤ 

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊 

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic sex. Semi-public sex. Fluffiness. Bucky’s just having a good time.

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i don’t know it you know guys but there is a new really well made new blog dedicated for Dreamtale! it’s called: @dreamtale-au (by Joku). and tomorrow will be the anniversary! :D

i wanted post it tomorrow but i will be really busy so i have to post it today :’D.

Girl keep working you are awesome<3 i hope that everything will going better for you! sorry for horrible english<3 

more in those liks <3:

day 1 - day 2 - day 3 - day 4- day 5 - day 6 - day 7

Favorite Color? (Soulmate Au)

Originally posted by newtloveshisfantasticbeasts

Request: A soulmate Au where you see grey until you meet your soulmate.


The world had always been grey for (Y/n), and it would probably be grey for the rest of her life. You see (Y/n) was raised by a pure-blood family, and being a pure-blood came at a cost. They never meet their soulmate. Sure on occasions, if you were lucky, they’re betrothed was their soulmate but most of the time it never happened.

She was only 7 when she found out that most people could see in color. Which surprised her, considering her parents also only saw grey. That’s when (Y/n)’s parents explained about soulmates and how if she met hers then the world became colorful. Even then she still was okay with seeing grey for the rest of her  life.

That was until (Y/n) arrived in Illvermorny. Sure for awhile all the kids saw grey but by 5th year almost all of them could see in color. All except the pure-bloods. She tried to ignore the taunts of being called “Soulless.” or the taunts of “Hey pure-blood are you sure there’s even someone for you out there?” That’s when the hatred for grey bubbled inside her. 

It was that very blasted color that kept her from being normal. That one color. The bullying was extremely worse one day and that’s when she met the Goldsteins. 

“Hey Pure-blood you do know what color this is right?” A boy taunted waving a grey fabric in her face. No matter how hard she concentrated (Y/n) couldn’t tell, but she knew what happened if she got it wrong. Tears gathered in her eyes as she grew more and more frustrated. “Hey pure-blood I don’t hear an answer!”

“Leave her alone! She’s not bothering anyone” A voice cried out catching the group off guard. Another student, a girl, stood with her arms cross. She was a fairly tall girl with short wavy hair and a frown was on her face.

The boy huffed slightly. “Aw come on Queenie it’s just a little fun!” (Y/n) watched cautiously as the girl made her way over with a sweet smile on her face. It honestly scared (Y/n).

Queenie let out a giggle and replied,”Oh I’m sure it is, but do you want me to tell your soulmate about your other fun?” The boy’s face seemed to get paler and Queenie smirked. “That’s what I thought now run along.” Tina plopped down beside (Y/n) as the boy quickly made his get away. “Are you alright sweetie?”

(Y/n) shifted slightly and gave Queenie a thankful look. “Yea it’s pretty normal…” She mumbled fiddling with her hands.

Queenie huffed slightly shaking her head causing her curls to bounce in every direction. “Well it shouldn’t!” She turned to (Y/n) and smiled. “I’m Queenie Goldstein by the way.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly. “(Y/n) (L/n)… It’s nice to meet you…”

It seemed after that day (Y/n) no longer cared about colors. Cause when she met the Goldstein sisters she found out that not only pure-bloods got stuck seeing grey. That in fact sometimes other people met their soulmates later on in life. In fact, she had accepted that she might not meet her soulmate and decided that grey was her favorite color. That was until she met her soulmate.


(Y/n) had been slightly fidgety all day. Queenie was bringing her soulmate over to meet her along with his friend. She would have been glad for it, but this was not the week. You see (Y/n) and her parents had struck a deal a long time ago. She had 1 year to find her soul mate or else she would be married off. This was her last week to find him, but she knew that no matter what she couldn’t say no to Queenie.

So here she was in one of her nice dresses waiting for Queenie to show up. She glanced around making sure that her apartment was all set. Her great horned owl, Athena, was perched in her cage sleeping. All her papers were neatly organized on the coffee table in the living room. The flames in her fireplace were going steady and she glanced into the kitchen. the table was all set for everyone and the food was still cooking.

A small knock sounded on the door and (Y/n) was instantly at the door. “Queenie!” She exclaimed hugging the girl tightly. 

Queenie let out a laugh and pulled out of the hug. She grinned widely at the girl. “(Y/n)! It’s so good to see you!” She stepped inside and pulled a short man in with her. “(Y/n) meet Jacob my soulmate!” Queenie leaned in and whispered excitedly,”He’s also a no-maj so let’s try to keep this quiet.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened slightly at the word “No-maj” but kept her mouth shut. She and Queenie knew the consequence of being caught… But if Queenie was happy that was all that mattered. She smiled at Jacob and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you Jacob.”

He smiled slightly. “It’s nice to meet you as well  (Y/n). Queenie speaks fondly about you…”

(Y/n) smiled slightly at the thought. She suddenly remembered something and frowned. “Hey wasn’t there supposed someone else?”

Queenie giggled and replied,”He’s outside the door… He’s just a little shy” She took Jacob’s hand and sang, “Come on Newt. She won’t bite.”

(Y/n) watched as a tall man came into view. His curly hair covering his eyes as he stared at the ground. He was carrying a slightly beat up suitcase as well. “Hello I’m-.” The moment his eyes met hers a pain shot through her skull.

That’s when she saw it. At first she didn’t know how to describe it. It was the most beautiful color she had ever seen and almost immediately the name clicked. She was staring into his green eyes. That moment she decided at that very moment that green was her favorite color. His eyes were wide in shock.

“Newt? (Y/n)?” Jacob’s voice pulled the two back from their moment. ‘Are you two alright?”

(Y/n) let out a small laugh and turned to them again. Queenie instantly noticed the sparkle in her eyes. (Y/n) grinned and replied, “Yea Jacob perfectly fine.”

Newt stepped beside her and hesitantly took her hand. “I guess I should introduce you to my Soulmate,” Newt joked sending a flutter of butterflies through (Y/n).

Soulmate…. (Y/n) smiled softly at the word. I could love this….


HEY GUYS I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD! That’s right I’m back I have finally been inspired and it’s about time! Also any valentines day ideas would be awesome! Anyways this is my longest one I’m pretty sure so I hope you like it!s

Heeeey!

Considering the incredible artists in this fandom I’m almost hesitant to show this, but since I have spent the last month in TFC hell, I kind of find it right that this goes to the one person that made me pick up the books in the first place. 

So this is a kind of thank you for making me aware of this awesome series and all that it entails :) I hope all your days are filled with sunshine, even though you kind of made me check ‘On the impossibility of reality’ around 10 times today :D


Oh my gosh guys, look at this amazing thing someone called agathe sent me and said I could post! I’m like… 90% sure it’s pixel art??

So… I have been seeing @the-vampire-inside-me and @thelostmoongazer talk about who would win in a fight all day and.. well, I got inspired. I drew this with a calligraphy pen using black ink for Bendy and blue for Abel! I really hope you like it!

The mob boss bendy au belongs to @thelostmoongazer and Abel the Angel belongs to @the-vampire-inside-me! Check these guys out, they have awesome art!

anonymous asked:

Can't you just speed your que to x2 until it's up to date or is there a possess that you have to set everything through first?

Not really! We already post just under once an hour; while some of you might not mind having your dash be all SMPS all day, a lot of others would find it annoying. Plus, the more we post, the more submissions we get! We’ve tried strategies in the past to get the queue caught up, but nothing’s worked - you guys just have too many awesome quotes to share! :)

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Anonymous said to yourplayersaidwhat:

Might be a stipid question but do you have multi people running the blog

Yep, there’s two of us!

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Anonymous said to yourplayersaidwhat:

hey i really enjoy reading your blog and hope you’re having a fine day

Aww, thanks, Anon! We hope you’re having an excellent day yourself! :)

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Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

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wow! thank you for 1000+ followers! i really appreciate your love and support! this feels a bit unreal to be honest haha (*´∀`*  ). sometimes i wonder if there are still some of the very first followers around but it doesn’t matter if you’ve been with me since the beginning or since yesterday: 

thank you and please continue having a great time!

i’m sorry i can’t do a little giveaway ( hope to be able to do so in the future though ) but i’d love to answer any of your questions you guys may have! so yeah just ask away.


btw: after some thinking and requests there is a lot more planned like doing tutorials, taking commissions and stuff. if you are overall interested in commissions please let me know in the hashtags cuz that’s where i’ll - most likely- see it. yes…i really enjoy reading the hashtags from you guys (///∇///)

that’s it for now!

(●´ ∀`)ノ♡ thanks again and have a wonderful day!

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“7 Minutes” Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: One curse word, Kissing, One Mention of Alcohol

Pronouns: Female (I naturally write with female pronouns, but I try to change it up every once in a while. PLEASE feel free to request a version of this, or any previously written imagine with different pronouns. IT IS NO TROUBLE AT ALL, Also, if you have a request, feel free to make specific pronouns part of it.)

A/N: I had SO much fun with this one. Lordy. It’s a bit short, but I kind of just had an idea and went with it today so I hope you like it! I’ve gotten such great feedback over the past few days and it has been AWESOME. It means SOOO much to me. I’m a little nervous I’m gonna do something wrong and mess it up ahh. Anyways, I love it when you guys talk to me. Typically I answer with my main blog, @carlquesarito. So that’s not just some creep, it’s me!  I hope you enjoy! Have a groovy day! (Requests are open and my inbox is empty!)

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Y/N hadn’t even wanted to go to Scott’s party. It wasn’t even on her radar until Peter had started pestering her about it. If only she hadn’t have caved to his relentless begging. Then, she wouldn’t be there surrounded by cheap beer and listening to stupid pop songs. Then, she wouldn’t have been locked in the Summers’ coat closet for seven minutes, nose to nose with her best friend. Stupid Jean, with her stupid mind-reading. Why couldn’t she just keep her little match-making games to herself?

Peter groaned, “Assholes.” Y/N smiled and rubbed her neck, nervously. She couldn’t tell if it was the close proximity or the fact that they were in a closet, but the air felt muggy and thick.

“I’m sorry I convinced you to come. Scott told me it would just be him, Kurt, and Jean. I know you don’t like things like this.”

Y/N shrugged and pushed some hair out of her eyes, only for it to fall back into her face again. Peter laughed and tucked the strand behind her ear.

“I don’t know", Y/N gave a little smirk. ”It wouldn’t be that bad if they actually played some decent music.” 

“Right? Scott’s got horrible taste. We need some classic rock in this joint. Anything harder than Madonna.”

Y/N laughed and looked down at her feet. Jean had definitely picked the right closet. Their chests were practically pressed together. He smelled good. Like, green apples. Or laundry detergent. or both. Y/N shook the idea out of her mind and looked back up at him.

“How much time do we have left?” She mumbled, trying to pull herself back to reality. Peter glanced at his watch, lightly bumping noses with Y/N as he met her eyes again. She inhaled and tried to take a little step back. “Thanks Jean”, she thought to herself.  “Surely, this is what you meant to accomplish. Dangling my best friend in front of me like a piece of meat.”

“We still have five minutes…” Peter mumbled, his eyes still not straying from hers. There was a silence. Y/N exhaled and looked up at the ceiling. She felt like if she didn’t look away now, she’d never stop staring at him. Peter sighed and pulled back a little bit.

“Look, I’m not trying to pull anything, or whatever. So if that’s what you’re so worried about-”

“Wait…What?” Y/N frowned.

“I just…I’m not stupid, Y/N. It’s not like you’re into me, or anything. You just seem nervous and I would never want to make you upset…”, Peter groaned, still fumbling for the right words.

Without warning, a fist pounded on the door, startling Peter. Faint, muffled giggles could be heard from the other side.

“Four minutes!” Scott called.

Peter exhaled and buried his face in his hands, disheartened.

“I just didn’t want to make you feel like you had to…kiss me. Because, I know you don’t want to. I know you don’t want…me.”

Y/N replayed every word in her head, trying time and time again to process what he had said. Gently, as if she was afraid she would break him, she wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled his hands from his face.

“Peter, what are you talking about?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. Peter’s warm eyes widened with confusion. Maybe, even just a little bit of hope.

“If you don’t think I want you…”, She brought her hands to his face. They were shaky with adrenaline and the fear of rejection.

“Peter, you have never been more wrong.”

She smiled widely as she spoke, letting out a breathy laugh. Peter mirrored her smile, cupping her hand with his as he pressed his forehead against hers. She pushed her hand through his hair as he brushed his fingers over her waist. He couldn’t find the words. 

He decided he didn’t need them.

He looked up into her eyes. They were so close, he almost went cross-eyed. Then, in an insane, spout of courage, he swallowed his fear and brought his lips to hers.

He had always been so cocky and wild. She would have never imagined him to be like this. His lips were slow and shy and warm. God, he was so warm. Y/N just wanted to melt. Everything was soft, and Peter’s skin was intoxicating. She felt like she could lose herself in it. She wanted to kiss every inch.

He pressed her back gently into the wall behind them, her hands running through his hair again. He took in a little sharp breath at this, running his thumb over her jaw, lightly. He wanted to stay there forever. Lost in her. He hoped Jean lost track of time and no one ever bothered to open the door. Y/N smiled into the kiss pausing to take in a breath.

“What time is it?” she mumbled breathlessly, his lips still brushing against hers.

“I’ve lost track.” He smiled stealing one more, chaste kiss.

As if on cue, Scott banged on the door, “Thirty seconds! Make yourselves decent!”

Peter rolled his eyes. Y/N grinned and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He blushed and looked down at his shoes. Suddenly, the door flew back to reveal them standing innocently inside the closet.

Scott groaned, “Why do you guys have to be so boring?” 

Peter smirked knowingly and Y/N elbowed him lightly in the ribs. 

Boring Indeed.

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Norman Reedus - Makeup Tag

You are a YouTuber and you’re dating Norman Reedus. Fans love it whenever Norman appears in your videos and have been begging you to do a makeup tag video for a while. One day, you finally cave and decide to do the video. It’s fair to say that it’s quite fun.

Pairing: Norman x Reader

Requested by Anon

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Hello, Roman Empire! Getting this blog up and going again to announce that there is going to be another Roman Reigns Appreciation Week and this time I wanted it to take place during his birthday week- with the last day landing on his birthday. It’s a week to spread love and positivity in his tag, but also, to just have fun!! Had such an awesome time last year, so hoping to see all of you again! ^_^

Here are the themes for each day (some of them provided by you guys, so thank you!):

  • Day 1: Favorite moment(s) in 2016
  • Day 2: Favorite opponent(s) (ie: someone who you think he has great in-ring chemistry with and would like to see him wrestle more) 
  • Day 3: Favorite color of vest he’s worn and or color(s) you’d like to see in the future 
  • Day 4: Roman + going casual and or all suited up (pick one or both!)
  • Day 5: Roman + ‘Aiga (Family)
  • Day 6: Free day (has to be roman related, of course)
  • Day 7: Happy 32nd Birthday, Roman!

You can make edits, fan art, gifs, text posts, etc. as long as it applies to the theme, anything is fine. Just be sure to use the tag #RRAW2017 along with his regular tag, I’ll be tracking both! Also, don’t feel like you need to do something for each day. Whatever you guys can do/contribute will be great! If you ARE able to? Awesome! :D

If you can, please reblog this post and spread the word! Thank you guys!

*this is where i’ll be posting updates and where all the reblogs will go, so if you’d like to give it a follow, please do so! you can also find me at my [personal blog] :) 

red carpet

requested: “Hi, can I request Y/N and Shawn walking in a red carpet and Y/N is feeling confident and constantly when posing for pictures they look at each other? Also, they’re newly weds! Have a nice day💕”

authors note: i really like this request bc most imagines that i read or even write are about a problem that y/n is having and then shawn helps her. there is absolutely nothing wrong with those kinds of imagines ( obviously, i write then sometimes) but i also like the idea of writing an imagine where nothing is wrong and there’s just tons of happiness and good vibes. anyway, hope u like this one :)

“Also, congratulations! You two just got married right? That’s awesome, pretty sure you guys are like the hottest couple going right now!” An interviewer on the red carpet of the iHeart Radio Awards Show said. There were bright flashing lights everywhere, blinding you, and you were trying hard not to trip on your dress. You were a little freaked out by it all, but you were also having the time of your life. Your boyfriend of 5 years, was now your husband, and tonight you got to walk this red carpet with him. You were incredibly nervous but also excited. You were especially excited when times like now happened, and people congratulated you and Shawn on your marriage. You felt so special to be the one that married one of the biggest names out there. He was your everything and knowing that he felt the same way enough to marry you, made your heart explode with gratitude and just pure love. You felt so lucky.

"Thank you so much!” You heard Shawn yell over the music, and other people talking. That was probably the 60th thank you he said tonight, to all those who wished you good luck on your marriage, or complimented the rings, and all that good stuff. The evening went on, and soon enough it was time to actually walk the red carpet. You didn’t like the idea of people yelling at you to pose, but you knew you’d be fine if Shawn was with you.

“Chin up, shoulders back, and make sure to keep your posture nice and tall. No slouching, especially not in that pretty dress of yours.” You remember yesterday, your best friend giving you advice on how to walk a red carpet as if she’s done it before. She was a model though, so she probably knew what she was talking about when it came to looking good. You also remembered Shawn talking to you about it, like it was no big deal; “People yell, so be prepared to be deaf by the end of the night. Also, don’t listen to anyone but me okay? If security tells you to go one way, but I’m not there yet, don’t listen to them. Stay with me, I’ll be holding onto you the whole time, I promise.” Shawn’s words echoed throughout your mind and suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts when Shawn’s hand squeezed around your waist. You were doing it. Walking the red carpet. You looked down from the lights pretending to fix your dress. The camera flashes were much brighter than you thought.

“Everything okay? You’re doing great.” Shawn whispered into your ear, and looked at you lovingly. You nodded your head, and smiled to let him know you were okay.

Eventually your eyes got used to the lights and you felt better. You felt confident actually. Your best friend, picked out the dress you were wearing, and it fit you perfectly. “Stunning.” You remember Shawn saying that to you when he very first saw the dress on you, and your best friends reaction was similar, although hers involved screaming and jumping up and down. Right now, as you did something you never thought you’d do, walk the red carpet, with the literal love of your life, you couldn’t help but smile. You looked up at Shawn and watched him wave to fans, and pose for the photographers. You probably were staring at him for a good minute before he finally looked at you and said, “What?” You didn’t know what to say so you just shrugged your shoulders.

“I love you.” He said, and leaned into you, kissing you on the head. You couldn’t wait to see that picture on the internet later tonight.

“Don’t be surprised if I decide to hang out with the paps and ask for one of their cameras, so I can take pictures of you myself. Either that, or I’ll just take some pictures they take of us and crop myself out. I gotta post your beauty somehow.” You vividly remember Shawn saying this on the way to the awards show tonight, and all you did was laugh. Now here you were, wishing you had the guts to wave around your ring and make sure the world knew you were finally married to Shawn. It was silly but that’s how you felt.

Later that night, you watched Shawn win Best Male Artist, and you cried when he talked about you in his thank you speech. The afterparty was boring, but only because you had no interest in socializing with other celebrities. Sounded crazy, but you had already met them all, and as much as you loved them, you just wanted to be cuddled in bed with your husband, watching a dumb tv show on Netflix.

“Let’s go home.” As if Shawn read your mind, he took your hand and lead you out towards his Jeep.

“Why?” Shawn usually loved these things, so you wondered why he wanted to leave so early.

“Because I’d rather spend time at home with my wife.” Shawn smiled, and grabbed your hand leading you outside.

Remember I made a post telling you guys about a song I’d written with some little inspiration from @therealjacksepticeye​?

Well… IT’S HERE!!! :D

I’m not posting on YouTube until tomorrow (it’s motivational and I’ll be posting it as part of my Mindful Monday series), but because you guys are awesome, I’m gonna give it to you a day early! ^-^ the video quality will be better tomorrow as I had to make it smaller to post here :P

I hope the song lives up to expectation xD

Now let me show you the lyrics which have the subtle Jack references, in case you missed any of them :P

You can make it all the way - I think this one is obvious (ALL THE WAY!!!)

No matter what the voices might say - Anti?? :P

It is gonna be okay, maybe not now but another day - a play on Jack’s quote of everything is gonna be alright, maybe not now but eventually

I believe in you - Jack says this to us! Although, this is more than just a reference, I do mean it too ^-^

The victory is yours to claim - victory? As in victory town? *nudging you* ya get it? XD

The grass is really greener on the other side - Green? And which YouTuber has green hair? That’s right, Jackaboy! :D

Following The Colorful Paws

Title: Following the Colorful Paws

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1033

Warnings: NONE! The only thing you’ll find here is pure fluff from beginning to end

A/N: This is my fic for Elsie’s challenge ( @sleepywinchester ) <3 The “prompt” is “your URL + Easter”. Hope you all enjoy

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤


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From Amy, With Love (Epilogue)

Dear Boys,


I know it’s been a while since I’ve been by Ego Inc., but Mark and I decided to take some time to be alone together after everything that happened. I’m sure you guys will understand.

Mark is taking me to this awesome place in the desert for my birthday! I’m so excited, but I hate that I won’t be able to see you guys. Yes, I’ve received all your presents in the mail already, and I’m still not sure how you got the post office to ship that giant stuffed alien. But I’m not complaining.

Tell Wilford that I appreciate the pink “letter opener,” and I will use it to open many “letters.” I feel like a real Peebstache now. Tell Host that I’m taking the books he sent on the trip with me, and I plan on reading them to Mark while he drives. Oh, and make sure Bim knows that the little cactus he sent me is perfectly healthy and currently sitting in my bedroom window. I’ve named him Bimmy. Aren’t I creative?

Mark says hi. He’s been brainstorming new ways to integrate you guys into the channel, and I think it’s been good for him to have something to distract him. He still gets nightmares. Host, I think you might want to talk to him when we get back. (But don’t tell him I told you about it. He’s too proud to admit when he needs help sometimes.)

Me? I’m just the same. You can’t even see the stitches because of my hair, and the wound is healing up nicely. Don’t worry. Hey, I can feel you worrying right now. Quit it. I don’t often get nightmares anymore, and when they do come, I remind myself that I’ve got like a dozen big brothers making sure that I’m safe.

Wilford text me that you muzzled Dark? Whose idea was that? Because they deserve a gold star, and I want pictures.

Speaking of pictures, I’ll be sure to take plenty of them while we’re on the trip with the camera the Doctor sent me! I’m really excited to be a pile of hipster trash and take lots of pretty Polaroids to bring back to you. For the Host, I’ve brought along a notebook, and I’m going to attempt to write about everything that I see so that I can read it to you when I come back.

I love you guys. Please try to get along while I’m gone. I’d really appreciate it if you are all in one piece when I come back.

And I can’t thank you enough for everything you did for me and Mark. I thought that I should let you know, Mark doesn’t know how to tell you guys how sorry he is for letting Dark control you for as long as he did. This nightmare was one hell of a wake-up call. Mark wants to make things right. That’s why he was at Ego Inc. in the first place that day, and if you’ll give him a chance, he wants to help you.

Well, I hear Mark calling me now, so this letter will have to end here. Ed, I have no idea where you got trained carrier pigeons from, but it’s awesome. I hope it works. I hope you get this. I’ll be back soon; I promise.

 

From Amy, with love.


(Gah, I cried writing this! So, this is it for FAWL for now. I may come back to it later because I feel like this timeline has plenty more possibilities, but as many of you have pointed out, I don’t want to ruin what FAWL is right now. Don’t worry, though. There is plenty more angst where this came from!)