what else do i tag this as um

changed this to separate post bc as was pointed out to me by a friend this didn’t really belong on an overall post about anti-blackness and i don’t want to derail that post

so i’m doing it separate from it


I had wrote:

First we got Amazon with their “what if nazis won” shit and now this

i have an idea why not instead of this gross racist thing we have a show about white people staying in Europe and not fucking everyone else up with their weird ass ideas and racism

like give me the alternative timeline where white people didn’t colonize the rest of us

give me the alternative timeline where some many of us Diasporic folks aren’t in Diaspora.  

to which @fanbyhotmess reblogged with tags that said #feel kinda weird reblogging this from someone who is a zionist but etill good pts#still*

um what the fuck 

like if if the Diaspora didn’t happen where the fuck do you think Jews would living?

Like seriously what the fuck do you think a Zionist is?

no seriously i want to know bc what the fuck

imagine your otp kinda

person a: hey come in me bro!

person b: d-don-don’t you mean “come at m-”

person a: bitch did i fucking stutter

“You have married an Icarus,

He has flown too close to the Sun…”

Lonely Hearts Club (One Shot)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Bucky, tons of smut (NSFW)

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Y/N is set on not going to the Lonely Hearts party with Wanda and Nat. After a humiliating breakup in front of the team, she wants to get through this Valentine’s Day as quickly and painlessly as possible. That is until Bucky helps convince her that the party may not be a bad idea after all.

Author’s Notes: This is my first all out smut piece. So… um… yeah.  I seriously hate Valentine’s Day with a passion.

Originally posted by wintersoulja

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Oh come on Y/N! Please come out with us tonight!” Wanda begged from the couch. I rolled my eyes playfully as she launched one of Tony’s throw pillows in my direction.

“You know it’s going to actually be a lot of fun,” Nat chastised.

I grimaced at the thought. “But I hate Valentine’s Day – I would rather just stay here and binge watch Netflix with a bottle or two of wine,” I complained. It was true – I absolutely hated Valentine’s Day – especially after being dumped on New Year’s Eve in front of everyone. I really just wanted to wallow in my loneliness and get through the day as painlessly as possible. “What’s the party theme again?” I asked cautiously – I didn’t want to give them false hope that they would no doubt latch onto.

“It’s a lonely hearts party. It will be a lot of fun! You can wallow and party with all the single people,” Nat chuckled as Wanda bobbed her head excitedly.

“That sounds so stupid,” I groaned in exasperation. I knew it was all in vain. There was no way I could get myself out of going.

“What are you all talking about?” Bucky’s voice came from behind me causing me to jump and turn a deep shade of scarlet.

Nat snickered at my reaction as Wanda launched into her sale’s pitch of the party. She was hell-bent on talking everyone into it if she could. After listening patiently Bucky turned to look at me – his eyes narrowing slightly, “Are you going?” he asked carefully.

My heart did a backflip. Was he asking to mock me or because he wanted to go if I was going? I swallowed thickly before answering. “Um well… I guess,” I answered defeated as he smirked slightly.

“I guess Steve and I can tag along too. We don’t have anything else to do. You know Sam will be down if there are single chicks there,” he shrugged slightly before sauntering out of the room. My eyes remained glued to him unapologetically as I watched the way his muscles moved under the thin fabric of his shirt.

“EARTH TO Y/N,” Nat called from above me.

“Er what?” I asked embarrassed. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and face again. They had totally just caught me.

“Are you done eye-fucking Bucky or should we give you a minute?” Nat chuckled as I gasped. She had my full attention now. “We’re leaving at 7 – make sure you’re ready on time!” she added. I shook my head nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.


It was always impossible to not notice Bucky – mainly because of his sheer physical presence, but I had found myself especially distracted by him in the last few weeks. When Jonathan had dumped me at Tony’s New Year’s party Bucky had been the one to physically remove him, maybe a little too physically, out of the party. A week later I had a dreamed about Bucky – which had caused me to wake up saying his name, and covered in sweat. Since then I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel his mouth against my lips and other places.

I tried my damnedest to not gawk, but found it increasingly difficult when he walked around in nothing but his low cut sweats, which happened to be a staple of his wardrobe. One day I unwillingly took a roundhouse kick to the head in the training room because I had grown distracted by the way his muscles tensed as he sparred with Steve. That had gotten his attention some how and he had gone out of his way to make me as uncomfortable as possible. Sitting closer to me on the couch, brushing his leg against mine under the dinner table; the torment seemed endless, but he never made a move. Each time he caught my eyes on him the corner of his mouth would twitch into a smirk.

The idea of him going to the party made me both excited and nervous as I readied myself. I changed at least twenty times before becoming frustrated and stomping down the hallway to Wanda’s apartment in search of something to wear. I always had a little anxiety when I went to her for fashion advice and tonight was no different as I walked out of her apartment wearing a very short black sequin dress with black pumps.

“You look amazing!” She assured me as we both walked down the hall towards the common room where we were going to meet the others. I shot her a side-eye without speaking, and she blushed. “You wore your good lingerie, right?” She whispered as we neared the room.

“Oh for Christ’s sake Wanda!” I exclaimed, a little too loud, as we neared the group effectively drawing attention to myself.

“Damn Y/N!” Sam exclaimed as the others looked up, but I was focused on one person’s reaction. Bucky’s eyes looked at me appreciatively for a moment as he bit his bottom lip slightly before turning to say something to Steve.

Well maybe I didn’t look as good as Sam thought after all.


We arrived at the party when it was already in full swing. Bucky had effectively ignored me the entire ride which had soured my mood. I had only come because he had seemed genuinely interested in if I was going. Upon entering the venue, I immediately grabbed Wanda’s hand and we made a beeline straight to the bar.

“The only way I’m getting through tonight is if I’m hammered,” I muttered to her miserably as the bartender slid us both two shot glasses of tequila.

“Oh come on Y/N! There are a lot of cute guys here – let’s just have fun tonight. No regrets!” she exclaimed before we threw back our shots and ordered more.

Fifteen minutes, and several shots of tequila later I had put Bucky to the back of my mind. Wanda was right – after a month of wallowing I deserved to have some fun. I scanned through the crowd in search of a cute guy to dance with before locking eyes with Bucky, who had a girl hanging all over him. I grimaced – I guess I had misread all the subtle remarks he had made towards me. Worse yet, maybe he had just been fucking with me as some sort of joke. Anger sparked in me as I took my eyes from him and continued to scan the room— finally finding a man across the dance floor who smiled warmly at me before making his way towards the bar.

“Care to dance?” he asked casually as he offered me his hand.

I smiled at him politely. “I would love to,” I answered as I placed my hand in his and turned my eyes slightly towards Bucky’s direction. He was watching me like a hawk and didn’t seem very pleased. Serves you damn well – I thought to myself as I followed the man to the dance floor.

As the man and I danced my worries began to melt away. I was actually having fun for the first time in a long time. I felt free as I enjoyed the company of my partner while our bodies swayed together with the music. As he spun me out from him I felt cool metal wrap around my wrist – I turned in surprise to come face to face with Bucky. “Care if I cut in?” he asked cockily as he pulled me into him. After taking in the sight of Bucky the man shrugged in defeat, not wishing to anger the super soldier.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed between my teeth as I tried to push him away.

He chuckled at my feeble attempt and pulled me closer. “I’m dancing with you,” he responded – a hint of humor in his eyes.

“Well I don’t want to dance with you,” I spat as I pushed him away again. This time his arms fell from me as the trace of humor in his face vanished. I turned on my heel, determined to get far away from him, and fled towards the exit as I internally chastised myself for coming to the stupid party in the first place.


Once I was outside I leaned my back onto the brick building as I sighed heavily. I would have to try to get a cab which would be next to impossible on Valentine’s Day. I huffed as I pushed off the brick wall and walked to the edge of the sidewalk – luckily just in time for a cab to pull up to drop off more party goers. I gratefully slid into the vacant backseat and was about to give the driver the address before the back door opened and Bucky slid in beside me.

“Oh no you don’t. This is my cab!” I exclaimed in exasperation. “Find your own cab!”

“Doll – do you know how hard it is to find a cab in this city on Valentine’s Day?” he responded with a laugh.

“Get out now!” I demanded.

“Or what? You’ll walk all the way to Stark Tower?” he laughed as I scoffed. “How about this,” he added as he raised his hands in defense. “I’ll pay since you spent all your money on tequila.” I blushed at this. In my anger I had forgotten that I had absolutely no money with me.

“Fine,” I muttered as Bucky joyfully gave the address to the driver.

We rode in silence for part of the journey as I fumed beside Bucky. Now that I was alone with him I was finding it increasingly difficult to be angry at him. His proximity to me was enough to make my heart race.

He shifted beside me causing me to turn to face him. “I’m sorry, doll,” he muttered sheepishly. There was no humor in his eyes at this – he was genuinely apologizing. “I saw you with him and I…. well I got jealous,” he shrugged apologetically.

I could feel my face flush at this revelation as my heart threatened to actually jump out of my chest. “If… if you were jealous why didn’t you…” I began to ask but he cut me off.

“Look – I don’t know how to do this… I mean… I’ve um not been chaste since I’ve been with the Avengers… but I don’t know how to…” he broke off flustered. He was usually so well composed that his behavior was throwing me off.

“How to what, Buck?” I asked as my hand grazed over his.

“How to be with someone for more than a night,” he muttered embarrassed as he adverted his gaze from me.

“Well step one is to not be a giant ass,” I retorted which made him genuinely laugh as he turned to look at me again.

“Forgive me please?” he asked.

“I’m sure you can make it up to me,” I whispered as I grazed my fingers playfully over his. His breath hitched slightly at the contact. His eyes darkened with lust as his fingers grasped mine.

“How can I make it up to you?” he whispered – his hot breath tickling my skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. It was enough to remind me of the growing feeling that was pooling between my legs. I knew exactly how he could make it up to me. Suddenly the cab just wasn’t moving fast enough for me.

I was flustered at his advances. He chuckled into my ear as he nibbled on the lobe – causing me to yip in surprise. He pulled away only slightly when the cab driver checked on us in his rearview mirror. As soon as the driver’s attention was back on the road Bucky resumed his assault on all my senses. His metal hand gently pushed my legs apart as his fingers travelled lazily up my inner thigh. They made their slow ascent tantalizing close to the underwear that I knew were already soaked through. I instinctively bucked my hips slightly – aching for some sort of contact with him. He chuckled lightly as he pushed me back into the seat. “Patience,” he whispered as his fingers played with my panty line. I didn’t want patience – all I wanted was for him to be inside of me – I wanted to know how it felt for him to fill me with himself.

“Bucky,” I whimpered so lowly that only he could hear.

“Shhh,” he cooed as he touched me through the lace of my underwear. “Mmm so wet for me.” I nodded my head enthusiastically as I bucked my hips in desperation again. Hoping for more. Bucky clicked his tongue at me as he pushed my hips sternly back into the seat. “Dancing with another man to make me jealous,” he chuckled as he began peppering my neck with kisses. “What am I going to do with you?” he whispered tantalizingly into my ear. It was less like a question and more like a promise. Suddenly his hand quickly pushed my underwear to the side as he slid a metal finger into me – eliciting a groan that I tried to cover with a cough. “Mmm,” he sighed as he pulled his finger out and gave me a wink before casually sticking it  into his mouth and licking it clean. “Just how I imagined,” he chuckled as the cab pulled to the curb next to Stark Tower. I would have lost it then and there if it hadn’t been for the cabbie speaking to Bucky as he handed him his change.

The walk into the building was a blur. I only had a singular desire – to get Bucky back to my room and fuck the life out of him. As the elevator doors closed it was my turn to take him by surprise. I crashed my body into his – pressing myself to him tightly as my lips found his in a clash of tongues, and teeth. He moaned lightly as he pressed his hips into me – allowing me to feel the full extent of his erection. I broke away from him when the ding of the elevator alerted us that we had made it to our floor. I hastily grabbed his hand and began dragging him to my room. He stopped me short at his door. “How about we go to my room?” he whispered to me.

“Sure,” I shrugged. I didn’t care where we were as long as we were horizontal soon.  When he opened the door I gasped – his bedroom was covered in lit candles and flowers. He pulled me in with a grin on his face – closing the door quickly behind me. “Is this for… me?” I asked amazed.

“I wasn’t expecting quite what happened tonight but I wanted to do something special for you. You deserve…” he was cut off by my lips crashing against his. He chuckled into our kiss as he guided me to the bed. I laid myself on it as he positioned himself over me and gently lowered himself so I could feel the weight of his body. The feeling of his erection pushing against my thigh made me moan as I ground my hips into his. “What do you want?” he whispered lightly as he broke away from our kiss.

“You,” I whispered as my hands slid under his shirt – feeling the grooves of his muscular frame.

“Your wish is my command, doll,” he chuckled as his hands lifted up my dress slowly. Once he had managed to completely remove it he pulled back with a smirk on his face.

“What?” I asked flustered and embarrassed.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his hands caressed every inch of my body. “You deserve to be worshiped,” he murmured as he peppered my breasts with kisses while his hands pulled away my underwear. I bucked my hips again at the contact of his cold metal fingers with my clit. “Do you like that?” he mumbled as he inserted a finger into me slowly pulling it in and out as his thumb rubbed in circular motions, causing my wetness to grow. My breath hitched as he quickened the pace of his finger – adding another for good measure. I could feel my walls tightening as my body built up for a spectacular orgasm. Bucky could sense it too. He quickly pulled his fingers from me and dipped his head between my legs bringing his mouth to me and licking up my wetness. I twisted my fingers into his hair as I bucked my hips one last time – driving his tongue deeper into me. That’s all it took. I spilled over onto his face as he hummed appreciatively.

He pulled away wiping his face on the back of his hand as he quickly removed his pants finally releasing what I had been wanting to see. I gasped at the sight of him as he turned to me with a smirk before resuming his place on top of me. “You’re sure?” he whispered as he looked at me.

“God yes. Bucky, fuck me,” I pleaded as I spread my legs to accommodate him. He lined himself up and thrust himself into me quickly. I groaned in pleasure – being full of him felt as good as I had imagined. I began to roll my hips as he glided in and out of me.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned as he unclasped my bra and played with my breasts. I shifted so he could enter deeper and he moaned with appreciation. “What do you want doll?” he asked – his eyes clouded with desire.

“I want you to have your way with me,” I responded with a smirk as I rolled my hips – eliciting another moan. That’s all he needed. Bucky began thrusting into me with an intensity that caused the tightness to coil in my muscles again.

“I want you to cum for me again,” he whispered into my ear as he pounded into me faster and deeper. I was so close I couldn’t waste time responding.

I tipped over the edge again as I called out his name. He moaned my name as my orgasm caused his own climax. He froze for a moment before pulling himself out and laying on his back. He gathered me into his arms and we laid in silence as our breathing slowed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he finally admitted with a grin.

“Me too,” I responded as I snuggled my head shyly into his neck.

“Well we probably should do it more often,” he chuckled.

“I agree, but maybe tonight we can snuggle and watch Netflix?” I asked tentatively. My body wasn’t ready for round two.

Bucky chuckled as his fingers drew patterns up and down my back. “Whatever you want, doll. As long as I get to spend time with you…. I’m okay with anything.”

“Careful what you say Sargent Barnes,” I giggled as I squeezed him tightly.

He chuckled at my warning. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he whispered into my hair as I drifted to sleep.


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How Dan and Phil probably broke up #17
  • Dan: what are we baking today Phil?
  • Phil: um Dan?
  • Dan: what?
  • Phil: ...the recipe...
  • Dan: what about it?
  • Phil: itS nOT deliAH
please live

as u can guess from the title this is angst as hell so i wish yall some luck getting through this long-ass fic

i like it tho

pairing: crankgameplays/ethan nestor x reader

word count: 1203 im so sorry its so long

rating: t for the angst,,, 

warning: car accidents, mentions/signs of drunk driving

request: Can you do number 39 (from the prompt list) with Ethan and a fem!reader please :) log euou blog omg your perfect

prompt: “I love you, you asshole.”

Originally posted by itshowell


 It was late. It was at least midnight, probably later - earlier? You didn’t know - and it was strangely quiet outside, which meant that lines in restaurants would be nonexistent. And you were craving some Chinese takeout.

 Luckily, you weren’t the only one awake, and you could hear soft swear words every so often coming from the room down the hall.

 You crept off of the couch and made your way down the narrow hallway. Reaching the door, you knocked gently and heard a frustrated “come in,” before you opened the door, hinges creaking at the movement.

 Ethan sat at his desk, the computer screen illuminating his face. It was the only light on in the room, so you moved your hand across the wall until you found the light switch, flicking it on. Ethan squinted at the sudden light and looked at you. “What’s up?” He asked.

 You were planning to ask him, but seeing how stressed he was and how the dark circles under his eyes were bright and screamed that he needed a break. Ethan had no choice but to come with you now.

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Love Takes Flight. [R/L AU]

♡♡♡

The airport looked more like a shopping mall than anything Lucas had expected. It was 3 days before Christmas and the deeper he walked, the busier it seemed. The tiles under his feet gleamed white and everywhere he looked he saw people milling around. There were plasma screens of arrival and departure times on the walls. People were lined up at the check in desk with suitcases and baggage while soft Christmas music played in the background. 

In the arrivals lounge there was a curious mixture of bored and excited people. Some looked like they were waiting for a bus, others like they were children waiting for Santa himself. Some lounged on the low comfy chairs and others bounced on their toes. 

There were two glass elevators leading to an upper floor which had the appearance of a food mall. And in the middle of several large open areas were blue fabric covered seats. The air was cool and only the faint aroma coming down from the food area gave it any scent. Some stairs lead up to a viewing deck where eager children watched the airplanes take off and land.

Lucas hurried along the long corridor, looking back every five seconds to make sure his best friend Zay was keeping up with him. The airport halls seemed never ending, he couldn’t help but wonder when they’d arrive at their gate.

“Put some pep in your step, Babineaux.” Lucas calls out, glancing behind him.

“It’s 6 in the morning. You know my brain doesn’t wake up until noon.” Zay groans, dragging his suitcase along.

“We wouldn’t have to rush if you woke up on time.” Lucas reminds him, scanning the numbers on the walls to see if they were getting closer.

“So what you’re saying is, this is my fault?” Zay asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” Lucas replies without hesitation. He comes to an abrupt halt causing Zay to walk into him. “This is it.”

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Written Promises - Act I - One

Originally posted by callmeminseok

This is the prequel to ‘Rewriting the Past

↠ Pairing(s): readerXbaekhyun, readerXkai

 Word count: 8.3k

↠ Summary: When you met the love of your life at sixteen while dating someone else, you didn’t expect to be thrown into the whirlwind that was your first love. While there was love and happiness at first, it quickly turned into the biggest roller coaster of your life. But not only did it affect the two of you, but your whole group of friends.

↠ Notes: This series will contain mature content such as harsh language and smut. If you’ve read any of my stuff, you know the deal.


Act I: One |

“Tell me you feel nothing then. That me touching you is doing nothing.” 

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THE EXPANSE

You all knew this was coming.

I will try to spoil as little as possible in this review because I want all of you to watch this and enjoy it fully.

CONCEPT: Humans have colonized the solar system. Earth is ruled by the UN, Mars is a military power (ayyy because Mars is the god of war how smart), both of them control the Asteroid Belt. Tensions are high between all three parties. Our story starts when one girl goes missing and discovers something amazing.

BEST FEATURES:
- Visually stunning. Every shot is beautiful, and the color themes are amazing. Even the opening titles are mind-blowing.
- Diverse cast. Despite the protagonist being a white guy, the supporting cast includes almost twice as many PoC as it does white people.
- Lack of romance. After the first episode, this series is devoid of distracting romantic subplots.
- Political turmoil. For the first half of the season, the show seems more like a geopolitical drama than a sci-fi epic. The tensions between planets seem real, and quite scarily so.
- Mysteries and conspiracies. The show centers around one conspiracy (which I won’t go into because spoilers), and there are plenty more where that came from. There are also spies and lies and it’s great.
- Complex characters. None of the people in this show are 100% good or evil (well, maybe one of them is). Every character has history and fears and flaws.
- Excellent worldbuilding. The show actually addresses how each planet would affect people’s physiology.
- Smart. It gives constant nods to Don Quixote and Greek/Roman/Egyptian mythology. If you’re into that, this is the show for you.
- Space battles. Finally, if you’re looking for some ships getting blown up and pew pew pew lasers, this show has that.

IF YOU’RE NOT CONVINCED YET: Space mormons.

This is the best science fiction movie/show I have ever seen in my life. It’s beautiful, diverse, smart, and just plain good. The entire first season is available legally and for free on the Syfy Now app.

Please check it out!

Sam doesn’t mention it when all of Cas’s small belongings end up somehow in Dean’s room

Doesn’t mention his toothbrush sitting there with Dean’s

Doesn’t mention their stolen glances and smiles and blushes.

Doesn’t mention their deep stares as they talk, as if each of them can see into their souls through the eyes.

Doesn’t mention the first time Dean leans in for a kiss as Cas’s about to leave for some food, suddenly remembering Sam, coughing and ruffling Cas’s hair with a “Drive save, And DON’T YOU SCRATCH MY BABY.”

Doesn’t mention Cas dragging Dean off after long hunts and not being seen again for far too long.

Doesn’t mention Dean and Cas often emerging from rooms after a little while, clothes distraught, hair mussed, and faces happy.

Doesn’t mention how close they sit.

Or how longing those looks really are.

Or the way they talk about each other like they’re the world

And they finally have it.

Because Sam knows.

Funny thing, every time an angel appeared to someone in the Bible, the first thing he’d say was, Fear not." 

overdue warrior angel Castiel for Bridget ♥ 

I pretty much have no idea how to draw actual angels and actual wings. xD Also wanted to portray Cas as something of a leader with a princely holier-than-thou vibe. ;A; I have half a mind to do the other angels too…

Silver, Part II

Now with 100% more Rachel!

Words: 3,887
Part I Part III


Lanyon took in Utterson’s wine-flushed face and tipsy balance and folded his arms.

“I see your meeting with Jekyll went well,” he remarked.

“It was a very fine Claret,” Utterson mumbled, flushing redder than the copious amounts of wine he had imbibed.

“He certainly has a handle on your weaknesses,” said Lanyon. “I swear, sometimes it concerns me how the world would fare if that man ever did go bad. Did you at least manage to wring something out of him before he set you afloat?”

“Only more excuses,” said Utterson. “I dislike this, Lanyon. I dislike doing this. We oughtn’t talk about him behind his—hic—back like this. We oughtn’t be scheming.”

“He’s left us no other options,” said Lanyon. “It was bad enough when there was nothing pressing going on. Now the Society’s lost its funding, and it’s up in flames, and the whole city’s primed to rout us from our houses and homes thanks to that horrific travesty of a play—I just don’t know, Gabriel. I just don’t know what’s gotten into him! Did you know he told me he would die for his science? He said so, in those exact words! It’s not healthy, I’m telling you. It’s unnatural!”

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laTE AF BUt here i am doing it :’) 

also sorry that there are two i couldn’t decide between who and im such a hoe but tis ok i love em both

um you don’t have to reblog you can just reply it doesn’t matter im actually interested in all of what yall think :’)

also thanks to @jkookook for tagging me (what a sweetpea you should check them out!!!!)

for this i tag @evravon-what @who-ami-who-areyou @zicowoofles @kxdesu @2000spop and whoever else who wants to do this

First Lines

I was tagged by @missandrogyny / @paynner (sue me, i’m not over the name change). Thank you!!!! 

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I’m no where near 20 fics, so this will be an extremely short list. I don’t think there are patterns? But I guess I’ll find out. 

1. A Whole New World: Louis is fourteen and his sisters will not stop playing “A Whole New World.”

2. In a World Like This: “Are there no good ones left?” Louis grumbles, kicking off his shoes and slamming the door behind him.

3. What’s my Name?:  “Haz. Hazza. Harold.”

4. Pyar dhosti hai (Love is friendship): Six months ago when Harry was sat in History period, his teacher has passed out flyers. (I cheated in this one bc the first line is actually a date) 

5. Med school au: The snow falls steadily to the ground, fat flakes adding to the already thick blanket of white. 

I think the only pattern is starting with dates, because that’s what I’m planing for my med school wip. *shrugs* Thanks for tagging me! It was deffo fun to do. 

Um…I’m just going through my most recent fic reblogs and tagging the authors. Sorry if you’ve already done it! @rainbowninja @a-writerwrites @greenfeelings @juliusschmidt @alienproof @hattalove @xabjectlessonsx @domestic-harry @alivingfire @exyqueenday 

And anyone else who wants to do this, go ahead! Just tag me in it so I can see your responses

I have a lot of things planned series wise for these next coming months 😎

Originally posted by kpoop69

*Cough* another exo fic and a seventeen fic *cough* 

Both of which are different from anything I have going on right now and boy oh boy prepare yourselves. I’m coming to break some hearts.

I may drop more hints depending on how bad they’re wanted. *eyebrow raise*

Also for anyone worried about my current series, don’t be. MtaM only has about five-seven chapters left, Written Promises has one more chapter before a short break in between the first act and second, and Mute isn’t going to be a long series. Primrose is new so it will be on for a while! 💜