When I started this blog, it was a backlog of prompts for myself when I had no ideas of what to write. Yesterday, at exactly 10:47 pm, I walked home from my 4 hour waitressing job and cried when I opened my phone. Yes, my feet were tired and yes, I was exhausted from fake smiling and telling people I’d “Be with them in one moment”, to only go to the kitchen and find what seemed like a million dishes- that wasn’t the reason I cried. Walking home and opening Tumblr, I tried to regain some strength as I knew we had visitors at home and I didn’t want to seem impolite. If I had’ve lived closer to London, I’d probably be within the remnants of a car collision by now- basically I stopped walking whilst crossing the road and started to cry :) You did that to me- I COULD’VE DIED.
Honestly, I’m so grateful for every single one of you, you’re all so incredible and I can’t believe there are people who’ve stuck around for over 2 minutes. I’m not all that great and a little rough around the edges, but I’m trying my hardest and I don’t really think I’d even be around if it weren’t for all your love and support. I’m so grateful and I can’t thank you enough.
So, my beautiful geniuses, I will graciously ask for one last favour- Keep writing. You could start with an idea and end up with a following of 10,000, or you could transform that idea into another form of media. Never stop doing what you love, not for anyone. Your passions will last longer than most things, so please pursue them. If you’ve only just started writing, if you’re 4 books deep or maybe only just learning English- Keep going. One day you’ll get more than you wished for, or (In my case) something you didn’t even wish for. You each deserve every star in the sky, a billion cookies and all the things that make you happy. I’d jump at the chance to meet you all. Thank you so much for being the most talented, admirable, beautiful and lovely following anyone could ever ask for.
I love you all more than you could ever imagine, I’m so lucky to have such a incredible internet family. All my love and thanks and best cookies, Yasmine xox
IF YOU’RE FOLLOWING ME, THIS FOLLOW FOREVER IS FOR YOU!! (ꈍᴗꈍ)♥
Hello Pau here! For a long time I’ve had in mind doing this, but I’m not sure if this is going to work out or not u_u.
The thing is that I just reached 5k followers!! and that is so so great, never thought this blog would grow this much!!. So I was thinking that every time I make a follow forever, there’s always mentions to a few blogs, but I never get to thank to every single one of my followers for supporting this blog ♥. So instead of picking some blogs for this follow forever, I decided that If you’re simply following this blog, you’re included in this ff.
So PLEASE If you’re one of the 5K amazingly cute and pretty followers of this blog, REBLOG THIS because this is me trying to thank you for that ♥!!
And that’s pretty much it tbh. There’s so many amazing people on here that sometimes, only because we’re not mutuals don’t get the appreciation they deserve. So yeah, you’re all amazing, thanks for following this dumb ass blog, and If you ever wanna chat or something I’m always up to meet you all. ♥
i follow you because we share a lot of opinions. you're so giving, thoughtful and approachable. i love your introspective posts and always look forward to your commentary on things!
Wow, this took me a long time to respond to but life and stuff happened. You know what it’s like. I think you are amazing and when ever you post new fic I get so happy even though I know it’s probably gonna kill me.
Haley @aarondingel and I were talking and I got this idea for a little ficlet…I hope you enjoy it! And Haley darling thanks for always being my muse.
were softly spoken and touches tentative. Robert had cooked them dinner,
reminding Aaron that although his husband was lazy and preferred to get someone
else to do all the hard work, he was a fantastic cook.
eaten in silence but it had been full of comfort and affection, no awkwardness
had touched their table.
knew they had more to discuss, but he was all talked out. Frankly, he just
wanted to clean up and go to bed with his husband, because Robert was still his
husband. Whatever else was going on, he loved him, more than anything.
the food okay?” Robert asked, when Aaron got up and took their plates over to
thanks. You should cook more often, Vic isn’t the only one in your family with
that talent,” Aaron replied, an easy smile on his face as he stacked up the
plates and pans.
taught me. We used to spend hours in the kitchen together. Dad hated it, told
her to stop filling my head with useless crap,” Robert revealed, his words soft
as he reminisced.
turned to face his husband, leaning against the sink, “He was wrong.”
he?” Robert asked, sounding unsure. “Mum would wait until he left, then she’d
whisper in my ear about how I’d be a great husband one day. I guess I failed
her as well as you.”
you’re not a failure. An epic fuck up, you may be, but you’re a good husband. I
wouldn’t want anyone else. Things are just hard right now,” Aaron replied,
twisting his wedding ring round his finger and off. He turned and put it on the
loud gasp and shuddering breath made Aaron twist back immediately. Shit! His
husband looked like he was having a panic attack.
the fuck, Robert? Are you okay?” Aaron asked, as he moved to comfort, reassure,
anything to help.
ring!” Robert managed to force out.
looked at his husband, then back at his wedding ring sitting on the counter,
Robert’s fears suddenly clear to Aaron.
Robert no. I just took it off to do the dishes. I didn’t change my mind. I
promise,” Aaron vowed. Grabbing his ring and shoved it back on, hastily, before
crossing to where Robert was, hunched in on himself.
grabbed a hold of Robert’s shoulders, “I love you, neither of us are going
anywhere. Okay? Let’s just go to bed. The washing up can wait ’til tomorrow.”
breath punched out of him, in shallow rattling gusts, making Aaron frown with
concern. Eventually, the rough bursts slowed, allowing Robert to speak again. “I
can’t be without you,” he said, curling his body around Aaron’s.
won’t have to be,” Aaron promised, wrapping his arms around Robert and not