This blog has grown into something I never imagined. It seems like yesterday that I was posting the first chapters of The City and of Weights & Measures. Sometimes I get really overwhelmed when I think about everything that has happened, especially in the last few months.
There are no words to describe how much it all means to me. You all have helped me keep going, not just as a writer but as a person. So many of you were there for me during one of the hardest periods of my life. Sending me messages that made my cry because I could feel every ounce of your love in your words. Making me suffer through all the jidevil posts you continue to tag me in.
I just hope that I can give back what you have given me. You all have helped me find my voice again. And I cannot thank you enough for that.
From the bottom of my heart, regardless if you are mentioned here or not, thank you. Everyone i interact with is a beautiful human being and I want to thank BTS for bringing us all together.
Hey, so I’m back with more fics. Honestly I haven’t read that many fics lately, kinda distracted by trying to write my own, here’s to hoping it goes well, right? But the fandom deserves something nice in the light of all the troll fics that were posted. I was wondering if I should update my old rec list? Or should I combine this one and the other one into one massive list? What do you guys think? Anyway, same formula, titles are links and bolded, italics are my commentary. Happy reading!
Shiro’s gone and all he has left of him are a shitty couch and a few pictures on his phone and dog tags that he’s afraid to touch because touching them feels like accepting the fact that Shiro will never touch them again. If he holds them for long enough any traces of Shiro’s touch will be wiped away and replaced, like they were never there to begin with, like Shiro was never there to begin with.
“they took what is ours. and we do not allow those crimes to go unpunished.” his power rippled and swirled around me. “You do not fear,” Rhys breathed. “You do not falter. you do not yield. you go in, you get her, and you come out again.” I nodded again, holding his stare. “remember that you are a wolf. and you cannot be caged.”
Hello Loves! I have recently hit 500 followers so I decided to do something celebrating all of the amazing people I follow. All of them are incredibly talented and the sweetest people so go follow them if you aren’t already following them!! Also please excuse the banner, I have no idea how to make them, I’m slowly learning to make edits and moodboards, but not banners.
First off though a few of my loves:
@hermionesmenacinglook, Nyx words cannot describe how much I love you and your blog. You are sweet and sassy and amazing! You get so much hate and have been through so much, you are so strong and brave and I admire you so much. You are one of biggest inspirations and seeing you on my dash never fails to bring a smile to my face. Potato. 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
@lunalovey, Vivvvvv! We haven’t been talking for very long, but you are one of the sweetest most supportive people here!! You are so sweet and amazing!!! Also like your blog is amazing, why don’t you have 1000000000 followers?? Seriously you are so supportive and sweet! Thank you! I love you!😘😘😘
@padfoot-barks, Bonnie! I adore you and your blog! You are so amazingly sweet and supportive!! Also all of your writing and edits are amazing!! Also like your mobile theme is gorgeous and you are so funny, and just genuinely happy you never fail to make me smile. I love you!😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
@ravenclw, okay Vincent your blog is the literal definition of goals. It’s so neat and organized and I love your theme. How are you so amazing?? Like your so nice and you’re really talented and good at everything. Also thank you for tagging me in your edits because they are gorgeous!!😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
@sirius-gay-black, okay so I know we only just became mutuals, but your so nice and patient and I find talking to you really relaxing and it’s really interesting how different are lives are, but how much we have in common. I hope we can continue to get to know each other better!😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
@fleurdelacvur, Sophia! You are such a sweetheart! And your whole blog is super aesthetic and just calm and peaceful in general! I love it!! Also I really like your new icon and url, both are fantastic! Watching your blog flourish and as you begin to create edits and get tons of followers, I feel so proud of you!!! You deserve all of the followers you have and so many more!!!!!!!!😘😘😘😘
Stepping by to wish you all an amazing day, filled with art and happiness.
You guys are amazing and I cannot even find words to describe what your support means to me!
Thank you so much for 78,000 follows 🌞
I’m spending the weekend learning how to make my guitars sound like a shotgun which is great fun haha.
All the love,
Summary :- You and Finn have been dating for a while. You’re about to make history as one of the first inter-gender matches of the New Era, but neither you nor Finn can focus entirely on the match…
Warnings :- Fluff, mentions of cheating
Word Count :- 1,431
AN - This is literally just something I dreamt up last night, so let me know what you think. Should I do a part 2 of when they get back to their hotel if you get when I’m saying? *Wink wink nudge nudge*
Words cannot describe how much I love Stephen Sondheim’s Company.
I thought of writing a little essay or explanation for today’s Bobby celebration for Appreciation Week, but I’m simply not able to find the right words that could describe even HALF the feelings I have when I hear Raúl Esparza singing Being Alive.
You guys know I put my heart and soul into each and every of my drawings and so I just leave my Bobby artwork here, to show you how I deal with emotions. I try to turn them into something nice to look at.
I am happy this fandom likes Bobby just as much as I do and we should do our best to keep Raúl’s theatre work alive.
I’m happy to have found so many wonderful friends here and “that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? That’s what it’s really about, really aboooooout!”
Jyani, our dear cutie main vocal of VIXX. Your smile is always beautiful and your laughter warms our hearts. We are so proud of you - for you have constantly done your best regardless of what you do. You think of us all the time, showing your care & love openly towards everyone around you. Words cannot describe how angelic your voice is and how much MORE of angel you are - as a person. Thank you for being born, Lee Jaehwan.
Can we please talk about this scene?? I mean there has been a lot of powerful scenes in the five seasons of shameless but this, to me, was the most powerful because it was so simple but it said so much! Yeah we’ve heard Mickey tell Ian that he loves him but to me, this scene actually showed and told us how much he loves Ian and how much impact Ian has on his life. Ian is everything to him, he didn’t know what love meant until he met him and this scene showed it all it was so beautifully. They say “actions speak louder than words” well this scene showed us how true that is…
(Yay! Thanks so much for everyone who sent in their prompts to help me relieve my stress. Decided to go with @seaductress‘ prompt first, which is “Sherlock is forced to admit his love to Irene under dire circumstances” because the idea popped to my head immediately. It won’t be as vocal as the ‘I love you’ scene with Molly, but I still hope you like how I put it. Enjoy, loves!)
How can someone feel so numb yet devastatingly in pain at the same time?
Sherlock was aware that what he was feeling made no sense. His fingers were shaking from when he destroyed the wooden coffin with his bare hands just moments ago, thinking about how much he had hurt Molly Hooper. The fear of losing everyone he cared for, slowly and intimately, simply felt rotten to the core.
He saw John’s hand reaching for him, reminding him that there are more things to come – things he had to face and hopefully conquer.
His mind reeled as he stepped into the next room, thinking about the stages his clever little sister has prepared to unravel the depths of his memories. First was his home, then his humanity by playing with the lives of strangers, then the idea of unrequited love. The words of Eurus on making him choose between Mycroft and John rang over and over, and yet what he saw in the next room sent his heart racing due to urgency.
With nothing more than a table with a sleek, black box on top of it, Sherlock felt his knees buckling in fear. It was all too familiar now, the contrast as to why he dismissed John’s quip upon seeing the wooden coffin.