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Blue Skies and Possibilities (Lin/Reader Soulmate AU)

Summary: In a world where you can only see color once you make physical contact with your soulmate, you’re keeping your hands to yourself. Fate has other plans.

Word Count: 8642

Note: Thank you to @the-real-tony-stank for reading this ahead of time and being so sweet and to @thatoneimaginesblog for giving me a cute idea that pops up in here and putting up with a lot of Lin pictures while this got written.

You were in the forest again.

There was light streaming through the trees, and the vivid color of the leaves told you that you were dreaming. You felt a flutter in your stomach and smiled to yourself. If there was color, that meant he would be here. You let your instincts take over and walked swiftly in the direction the creek you’d visited so many times before.

There he was, just like you knew he’d be. He turned to you with a boyish smile on his face and you felt like you had just gotten home after a long trip away. You didn’t have a name to attach to the color of his eyes, but you knew they were deep and familiar. He held out a hand to you and you grabbed it, never knowing how much time you’d have here. Tonight was a lucky one. You spent what felt like an entire summer in the woods, neither of you speaking but somehow communicating anyway.

When you heard a buzzing in the distance, you knew your time was up. You held tight to his hand, but the world around you faded anyway. The feeling of his fingers laced with yours was the last thing to slip away.

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anonymous asked:

When I write character, I wrote who they are first, and at the end I put things like sexuality and such. Sexuality shouldn't be the character, it should be a part of the character. (Ex: the boy with blonde hair who is gay, rather than the gay boy with blonde hair.) (one sounds alittle more rude than the other doesn't it?)

“sexuality shouldn’t be the character” 

buddy i hate to break it to you but every non straight person i know literally fucking announces it wherever the hell they are, it is PART of who they are. and also my sexuality isn’t a foot note, plus a lot of LGBT stories center AROUND the character’s sexuality and development, so it’s kind of important that it be known and noted. 

1. There is so much that you will accomplish in your life, and believe me when I tell you that you are going to amount to great things.

2. So many people in the world are filled with hate. I honestly hope that you will help stop the hate, by first starting to love yourself. I hope you discover who you want to be.

3. I want you to be happy with whatever choices that you made in the past because at one time or another that choice is the choice that you wanted. But, remember things always happen for a reason, so don’t get to upset when things don’t work out the way that you want them to. Something better will come along. It may not be immediately, but it will come.

4.   Remember to keep you head up even when you feel like everyone is forcing it down. If you fall down get back up. Never give up on what you love just because someone disapproves or you are trying to impress someone, what you love is what makes you, you.

and lastly,

5. Please remember to smile again.  Even if it is stormy in your life right now, and it feels as if the world would be better with one less person in it. Even the darkest of storms pass because the sun will always come out again.

—  Things I’d tell the younger me, but never got the chance so now I keep an open letter to you, my dearest daughter. 45/365

Pharmercy Appreciation Week: Day 6 - Wedding

I have to go back and do days 4 and 5 because this weekend was much busier than I anticipated … but here’s day 6. :’)

Summary: Lena and Emily get married; Angela asks Fareeha to be her date.


Lena announces her wedding date a year before it happens. She and Emily are ecstatic, in love, totally and completely happy. Angela’s happy for them, too. Happier still when she goes to the bachelorette party a month out (both of them) - ridiculously happy to drag a drunken Farreha home after one, and then to have been escorted home drunkenly at the other by the same woman.

A week out and Emily calls her to go to lunch and Angela accepts willingly. Sitting across from the red head, sipping coffee after her meal Emily finally leans forward and, looking almost too serious says:

“So have you asked Fareeha to be your date yet?”

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The Dawn Will Come (1/?)

Fandom: Sleeping Beauty / Dragon Age AU/Crossover thing!
Pairing: Eventual Maleficent/Aurora, currently hints at Solavellan and Cassandra/Lavellan
Rating: T; contains some graphic violence, and descriptions of child abuse/neglect pretty much right off the bat.
Summary: When Aurora’s family discovered that their only heir to the throne of Ferelden was a mage, they hid her away. But when the castle is torn asunder by a rift in the Veil, Aurora’s only chance at survival is to escape into the mysterious outside world. With mages and templars engaged in all-out war and an Inquisition force on the rise to investigate the magical rifts tearing apart the sky, Aurora’s struggle to learn about the magic that has shaped her existence leads her on a quest beyond her wildest imagination.
Note: I’m completely rewriting this because I decided I hated the tone it was taking.  So far I’m much happier with it!

“Ah, poor bird,
Why art thou
Lying in the shadows of
This dark hour?”

Sometimes Aurora imagined she could hear sound outside the walls of her room.  Commotion from the courtyard, clattering of dishes from the kitchen, footsteps in the hallway—this one was the worst, for she rushed to her door in the hopes that someone was coming to visit her, then rushed back to her bed to pretend that she hadn’t been waiting like a kicked pup, then gave in and rushed back to the door and pressed her ear against it, desperately, only to find after minutes or perhaps hours that no one was coming.

Her cage was a gilded one.  She had a large, sprawling bed upon which to languish, an elegant divan upon which to read the few books she was permitted, an intricate shrine to Andraste at which to kneel and pray that the Maker might come and take her horrible Curse away.

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All Started With a Song Part 7// Conor Maynard

Word Count-  1852

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) so sorry it took so long. i was at my friends and couldnt get time to post. heres part 7. i hope you enjoy. im also not going to lie ot you guys, i have no idea when part 8 will be up. this is laos the longest imagine ive written so far!


You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, the loud noise filling your ears. Your alarm was going off. You slowly reached your hand out from under the blankets and shut it off. You were so tired but you knew you needed to get up. It was currently midnight. You needed to pack everything into the car, get to the airport and get everything checked in by 2:30.

You reluctantly got out of your oh-so-warm bed and walked to the guest room.

“Ali, get up. We have to get ready,” you whispered, lighting shaking the brunette.

You walked to the other side of the bed, “Livy, c’mon. We have to get ready.”

“Why did we stay up last night? We’re so dumb,” Alice groaned, sitting up.

“I regret it so much,” Olivia whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

You laughed lightly, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off the bed.

“You bitch! What did I ever do to you?!” Olivia shrieked.

“Get up you lazy bums. I’m making breakfast,” you said walking out to the kitchen.

“By making do you mean getting the cereal and bowls out?” Alice smiled, following you.

“And the milk!” you retorted.

“Hey Liv, can you bring me some Ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” Alice lightly shouted. A few moments later the blonde came out with a bottle of pills.

“Why did we do that last night?” She groaned.

“Because we’re dumb and immature,” you laughed.

“Not so loud please,” Alice whispered, swallowing 2 of the pills.

“Sorry,” you gave her a smile. “Maybe some Cheerios will help.” You passed her a bowl full of her favorite cereal.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she took a bite. “God is real.”

You and Olivia laughed.

“Did we take any videos from last night?” you asked, handing Olivia her bowl.

“Let me check,” she took a spoonful of cereal while opening her camera roll. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you and Alice asked in unison.

“Look,” she had a weird look on her face when she handed you her phone.

You looked at the screen, mouth wide open.

You were stood on your bed, in an old t shirt and booty shorts. You were clearly drunk and very happy.

“Y/n!” shouted Alice. “Give your bae a quick shootout!”

“Yeah!” Olivia giggled, her grip on the phone shaky.

“I don’t have a bae,” you said sadly. “But I will give a shout out. Shout out to Conor Maynard for being a grade A asshole.” You hoisted the bottle of beer in your hand into the air. “You really know how to treat a girl. Hope your mommy’s proud of you.” You kneeled on the bed and got really close to the camera.

“Oh, and I think I might love you…” you said quietly. And then the video ended.

You stood there, not realizing the tears that had shed down your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” Olivia wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t feel bad. I was drunk, I said something I didn’t mean.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would believe you. “We’re going to LA in a few hours, we should be happy!”

“Speaking of that, we should really get ready.”

“Oh crap,” Alice said looking at the clock. “It’s already 12:45.”

You three quickly washed your dishes and rushed to the bathroom. You guys spent the next 45 minutes getting ready, jamming out to music and packing your essentials into your carry ons.

By 1:30 you three were stood at your door, making sure you had everything.

“Carry ons?” you asked.


“Check,” Olivia placed her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Phone and charger?”

“Got them both,” Alice said phone in hand.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked.

“In my bag.”

“Prove it.”

She sighed, “Yes mom.” She took her backpack off, opening the front pocket to reveal her various chargers.


“Check and check, “she had her charger in one hand, phone in the other.


“We packed all of it into yours.”

“Oh right. I have the necessities, Liv has the snacks and you have the activities,” you pointed at Alice who nodded.

“Suit case?”

“You can see them!” Olivia chuckled.

“I’m just going through the list we made!”


“Yes! We both have them! Can we please go now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!!” you squealed, shooing them out the door. You placed the key in the lock and turned it. “Hold on, I need to do one more thing.”


You ignored their questioning looks as you walked across the hallway, knocking on the door. The door opened faster than any of you expected.

“Mornin’,” said the very attractive young male who just happened to be shirtless.

“Hey Alex, here’s the key. Feel free to eat any food you find and use my Netflix.” You smiled, handing him the key.

“No problem,” he smiled, leaning against the door for support. “What exactly am I doing again?”

You chuckled, “Just making sure no one breaks in.”

“Right,” he straightening himself. “I can do that.”

“Thanks again,” you reach up and kissed him on the cheek. “I owe you.”

He smirked and closed the door. You turned around to two girls gawking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia asked.

“That’s my neighbor Alex,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and beginning the long walk to the elevator.

“Why have you never mentioned him?” Alice asked, following you.

“Never came up, I guess,” you shrugged, approaching the elevator.

“Can we also talk about how its Alex. As in Jack Maynard’s friend Alex.” Olivia trailed off.

You laughed, pressing the elevator button, “It’s not a big deal guys. He doesn’t really socialize with anyone but the boys.”

“Have you guys hung out?” Alice pestered, following you into the elevator.

“Once, but it was when I first moved it last year. He was nice, but then had to leave cuz Abe needed help with someone. We just never clicked,” you shrugged once more.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Olivia questioned.

“Because I wasn’t going to use him to get to Conor, so why try? Yeah he’s nice and stuff, but I’m not that kind of person. Also he’d find out sooner or later that I’m a fan of him and his best friends.”

“You have a point, but I would have been all over that,” Alice laughed.

“Do you want his number?” you joked.

“You have it?” she gawked.

“No,” you laughed. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”


It took you girls a solid 10 minutes to figure out how to get everything in the car, it was like a giant version of Tetris.

The car ride was full of out-of-tuned singing and dirty looks from people who were stuck at the stoplight next to you.

When you finally got to the airport you parked in the long term parking and walked inside. It took about 20 minutes to get through security. You had to stop and beg the security to let you take the snacks on the 11 hour flight, which they eventually allowed.

You stopped by a Starbucks because you were all running on about 2 hours of sleep.

“Guys look!” Olivia smiled, pointing out the large windows that displayed all the airplanes.

“Let’s get a picture!” you giggled.

“Hi, could you please take a few photos of us?” Alice asked a teenage girl.

“Sure!” she smiled a big toothy smile and took the phone.

You guys took some facing away from the camera, some facing the camera and some sitting on the ground. After thanking the girl, you exchanged pictures.

While you were sat at Gate 4 waiting for your flight to LA, Conor was an absolute mess.


“I fucked up mate,” Conor sighed, spreading across the couch.

“And I don’t feel bad,” Jack said annoyed. Conor did this to himself.

“What do I do?” he asked his younger brother.

“Let her go. Bro you lost her, just accept that.” His brother sighed, pausing the game to give Conor his full attention

“I can’t,” Conor sat up, squeezing a pillow tight to his chest. “I like her a lot.”

“Then why did you ‘forget’?” Jack asked, using the finger quotes when necessary.

“Because I was jealous, I wanted to make her jealous. But I regret it,” he groaned, slamming his head into the pillow.

“If you regret it, why did you unadd her on everything?”

“I don’t know, I was upset that I just let her leave.”

“Bro, you’re so fucking stupid.” And with that Jack got up and went to his room.

Leaving Conor by himself while he was sad was a bad idea. He always did things he would later regret. And this time was no different, he opened his phone and went to Instagram. One lil peek wouldn’t hurt.

Yes it would.

He typed in your username and noticed you had a new picture. The picture was of you and two girls, the same two girls from your previous post, in front of a giant window of what looked like an airport. All three of you were in a squatting position. Alice and Olivia had their fingers pointing at the camera and you were in the middle, hands in prayer formation.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he read the caption.


spontaneous vacay with my besties? i think yes!

Where were you going? Why? Who were you going to see there? What were you going to do? He clicked the picture and went to the brunette’s, Alice, page. He was even more upset after seeing her post.


a spoon full of travel makes the sadness go away

Her picture was off you three, once again in front of the giant window. But this time you were in the middle, one arm wrapped around each girl. Alice was throwing up a peace sign and the blonde, Olivia, had her hand on your face, squishing your cheeks together. He once again clicked on the picture, this time going to Olivia’s page.

Her post was of you three facing away from the camera. Conor couldn’t see your face but he knew you looked beautiful.


LA, we’re coming for ya ;)

California? Why were you going to California? What was in California that wasn’t in London?

Lots of things you idiot.

Conor was half tempted to message you about it. But then he got a call.

Incoming call: Anth

Anth? Why was Anth calling him?

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Conor asked, curiosity filling him as he laid back on the couch.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to get mad or do anything stupid,” Anth said slowly.

“What are you on about?” Conor chuckled.

“Promise me,” there was no laughter in Anth’s voice.

“Okay… I promise. Now tell me what’s going on,” he sat up again.

“Y/n is coming to LA to do a cover with me,” Anth said quickly, fear consuming him.

It took Conor a few seconds to respond but Anth never expected him to say what he did.


I send you a message.
Heart racing,
I await your answer.

My mind fills
with all the possible scenarios.

Will you reject me?
Will I lose one of
my closest friends forever?

Or will you accept me?
Will you understand
that this is who I truly am?

I can taste the anxiety,
feel it course through my body
with every heartbeat.

Finally, my phone buzzes.
Heart in my mouth,
I check to see what you have written.

No problem!” you say.
I’m glad that you told me.
I’ll start calling you by your name and pronouns.

I’m so happy that
I want to cry.
I feel relief.

Thank you
for accepting me
for me.

— by @fromf2m

Life is Strange Fic Recs


The Girls Who Broke The World
Imagine a sequel to Life is Strange if it was written by Raymond Chandler. Everything you wanted and much much more from the story, starring Chloe as a private eye trying to put her life back together and solve some of the lingering mysteries of Arcadia Bay. Answers and explores some of the juiciest plot threads that the writers didn’t care enough to execute on, in a real rollercoaster ride of a story. Read it right this second.

I’m Trying Not to Let it Show (That I Don’t Want to Let it Go)
I’m not entirely sure I have words to describe this one. While drugged, Max meets the cosmic ideal of Chloe. Heartbreakingly beautiful.

Eternal Return
Half an exploration of the existential implications of time travel on the psyche, half a vision of the life Max and Chloe may have built together in the aftermath of the storm. One of the few works I would describe as ‘Epic’, the quality of its writing is compelling in a way beyond describing in this short space.

Postcards From Your Ghost
After sacrificing Chloe, Max writes a postcard to her on the advice of her therapist. Surprisingly, she gets a response. The last line makes me cry every time.

Turn This Way Now Or
Partial AU where Max has any kind of agency. She’s been rewinding the last few weeks over and over again to see all that she can see, do all that she can do. Explores the limits of what can be altered in the people around you, even with infinite knowledge and attempts. So grounded it’s practically buried in a shallow grave (but in a good way)

This is All Yours
Chloe is happy to be alive and in love with Max. Happy little snapshots of their time together in an AU where the storm apparently didn’t come. Very cute, grounded, true to life. A lot of it deals with Chloe wanting to do the do but not really knowing when or how would be appropriate. Most of it is them making out, final chapter is basically all lovely awkward first-time sex.


* Let’s Love Now 'Cause Soon Enough We’ll Die
Part 1 of a series which details the experiences of the copies of Max that were left behind every time she made a major time jump. This one covers the night of the Vortex Club party, right after Max jumps through Warren’s photo to warn Chloe not to go in. Existentially sad and a little scary, but thoughtful and affectionate.

Ideals are Peaceful, History is Violent
Driving to Seattle and staying with Max’s parents after the storm, Max and Chloe reflect on their lives together so far. Lands with impressive weight.

Road to Home
While Max travels without Chloe for the first time since they reunited, Chloe visits her mom back home to talk about how things have been going.

Kate and Chloe talk for the first time about how they feel about both of them dating Max.

After the Storm, the Silence
Max and Chloe drive away from the wreck of the Bay. I honestly don’t remember much of the content, but I do remember the writing being enormously impactful.

(Like) I Don’t Need to Think Hard
Taylor is drunk and gay

Dream Blue Haze
Chloe and Max pass the time on a rainy day

Conflict of Interest
Max and Kate address the ways they feel like they don’t quite cut muster as partners to one another. Very sweet, relatable.

Falling Short
Taylor and Victoria lean on one another in the wake of realizing what they’ve done to provoke Kate’s attempted suicide.

Confessions of Clocks
Kate is going through some angsty turmoil as she considers her crush on Max. Max reveals her time-travel power to her, which doesn’t make things less complicated.

Everyone in Max’s dorm is curious about why she’s been acting so weird. Victoria and Kate are pressed into seducing Chloe and Max to find out what’s up.

Artist’s Rendering
Chloe and Max paint on each other

How Can I Protect You?
A year after the ending, Chloe gets in a fistfight after someone is rude to her. Chloe worries about violence, and expresses a desire to protect Max after all she’s done for her, even if that isn’t always realistic. Sweet, but a little heavy.

White Casts and Dried Bones
Immediately post Bae>Bay ending, Chloe and Max drive away while trying to process what just happened

The Problems Kisses Cause
Kate has noticed Max checking her out, and finally asks her if she has a crush on her. In the course of this, reveals she’s crushing back. Neither know what to do with this, but they eventually kiss it out.

* After Shock
Chloe hooks Kate up with a bowl and they talk about stress, then have a sloppy make out and bang. Not explicit, very grounded but not quite angsty.

* Everybody Needs a Fence to Lean on
Chloe has insomnia, gets drunk, sneaks into Max’s dorm to sleep in her bed. Sweet, vulnerable.


* Cake
Ten years after the ending of the game, Max and Chloe are married, living in a small town in Ontario. Things between them are rocky, though, with money tight and their affection for one another fading. Only chapter 1 so far, but it looks like it’s going somewhere very interesting and well grounded in adult realities.

* Begin to Feel
Chloe talks to Kate while she’s in the hospital, which sparks a growing mutual crush. Explores Kate wanting to do what she wants, damn what her parents might think, as well as some further insight into Chloe’s emotional landscape

Beyond Destiny
Set post Bae>Bay ending, Chloe and Max drive to Seattle to stay with Max’s parents. Very sweet slow boil relationship/ slice of life fic

Holy Matrimony, Batman!
Chloe and Max wake up in Vegas, discovering they’ve been wed. Max travels through the selfies she took through the night before to try and figure out what happened.

Calm after the Storm
Post-ending AU where the storm never came. Sappy sweet relationship, emotions, and self-reflection fic

Time to Deal
Kate helps Max cope after sacrificing Chloe.

Five Times Someone Hit on Kate Marsh
What is says on the tin. Fluffy, funny little snapshots.

Sleepless Nights
Neither Max nor Kate can sleep at all following the events of The Week. Eventually they find they can lean on one another, and help each other rest.

Post Bae>Bay ending, Chloe and Max are driving up to Seattle after the storm, and stop in a little motel. Max is filled with determination, Chloe has some doubt, both are full of confusing teenage affection for one another. Slow, thoughtful, very sweet but in a measured, grounded way.

* Life is Hard (And No-One Understands)
20 years after Bay>Bae ending, Victoria is the head of a gallery in Portland, and Max is a photographer who has become famous for reasons she hates. While Max is trying to get some downtime working at a coffee shop, they run into each other. Partially an exploration of where their lives would have gone in that amount of time, half an indulgent fluffy fic where they finally hook up after all those years.

We’ll Make it on the Run
Post Bae>Bay ending, Chloe and Max have nowhere to go, so they just drive, and drive, and drive across the US. Angsty slow boil road trip and survival fic


* Nightlife
While driving home for winter break, Max’s car breaks down in some nowhere town. The only place open that she can take shelter is a porn shop. Very sweet, surprisingly not dirty.

Wandering Far
Max’s powers manifested when she was very young, prompting the military to spirit her away to a research facility where she has been kept under constant scrutiny. At the age of 18, she escapes with the help of Nathan Prescott, and bums a ride with a blue-haired punk across the country away from danger.

The World is Not Enough
Chloe is James Bond

Max comes to Arcadia Bay looking for a friend that ran away from home. During her search, she meets the vocalist to a local punk singer


The Kissing Game
Victoria starts macking on Max, who, true to form, panics and goes along with it.

Soft Skin and Love Bites
Chloe catches Max having a cheeky playaround with her downstairs during a sleepover.

All Talk
A look at Victoria’s feelings of unfulfilled isolation, explored through her having a lot of sex with Chloe. Set before the game begins.

* My Saving Grace
Kate is starting to wonder if she never should have come to Blackwell, but Max pulls her through every time. Eventually Max admits to having feelings for Kate, who is surprised to find that maybe she has some for Max, too. Pretty angsty, but well written and hot.

Once More With Feeling
Two years post-game, set in Seattle. Victoria and Chloe cross paths a few times, clash, ultimately get to be friends and then start awkwardly crushing on each other. Cute, kinda funny, pretty hot.

Strange Love
Chloe and Max do a lot of The Sex

Chloe eats out Max in an old empty church

I Owe You Dinner
Juliet and Dana talk about their relationship, bang

Chloe eats out Max while somebody knocks on her dorm-room door

Drifting Spirits
Max thinks about Chloe

Welcome Home
Max wants to fuck her best friend, but doesn’t know how to bring it up.

Tear you Apart
Chloe does some biting all up on Max, who ends up liking it

Je Garde de Vous
Chloe and Max do it for the first time, and it’s awkward but very sweet and enjoyable

I want to believe that in another world- a parallel universe- we would have worked out.

That in another universe, I’d be wearing your hoodie and you’d be my muse.
That in another universe, you’d be looking over my shoulder as my favourite pen scribbled another badly written poem about you.
I’d like to believe, that in another universe, you’d be laughing at it.

Yes, I’d like to believe that we would have worked out- in a world where I’d be less broken and you’d be more willing to try.

—  the story of another us // 

anonymous asked:

Everyone is like "I don't want a sex confession", and I don't want to too, but if it's written by you, then I'm sure it's going to break whatever expections we had and it's going to be beautiful (or whatever other good emotion) af. I have faith in whatever you choose

Thank you!

This is one of my favorite episodes we’ve ever written. @xemopeachx , do you feel the same?


You put a fifty in the swear jar and gave Nevada a pointed look. “I’m having cramps today and Amber is coming over, so I’m foreshadowing.”

“She better play by the rules, too…Captain Crunch coming with her?” he asked, continuing to read the paper.

“Yes Troy is coming, we’re going to hot yoga.” You smiled. “You wanted me to get out more,” you pulled down the paper and kissed him. “I’m getting out more. We couldn’t get Omar to come.”

“What the fuck is hot yoga?” he asked, his brows making waves on his forehead.

You giggled, “it’s yoga, where they keep the room at a very warm temperature so you can reach your maximum potential and mingle your inner chakra with the universe.”

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing  asked:

I am breaking the rule cause meh that is just who I am. Hey I am Karina or Kari whichever you prefer. I think you rock! Your fics are amazingly well written and I love following you. Other honest moment. I wanna bitchslap that anon that felt like coming at you like that. There is a fine line between honest and rude and he/she was so far across that line she couldn't even see it anymore! Last honest moment. I wanna give you a Jared bear hug! C'mere!

Haha thank you Kari!!!❤️❤️❤️ I’m down for the giant Jared bear hug!!! And seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank to you and everyone else who is sticking up for me, it means a lot that y'all even care about me that much to defend me!!

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Guys, I need you to know the bullshit I suffer from in my room

  1. “Anakin is such a pansy.”
  2. “I want to see Kylo get a redemption arc.”
  3. “Why don’t you find the slave bikini sexy?”
  4. (Followed by, after I snapped) “Wow, don’t take it that seriously.”
  5. “I can’t stand that Padme and Anakin got married. There’s seriously no point.”
  6. “It doesn’t matter if Padme was written badly in ROTS. You have to accept that she turns into a weak person in character.”
  7. “I hate the prequels.”
  8. “I’m pissed that Qui-Gon died! He was the only good part of TPM!”
  9. “It’s insanity that Anakin would ever take a padawan. No one should trust him like that.”
  10. “See, I watched the originals first, which is how it’s really supposed to be.”

Do you guys see why I’m salty all the time?