Hi everyone! I was on a writing kick the past few days, so I got the next chapter out a little earlier than expected. Hope you enjoy!
Reaching New Heights: A Tails Adventure
Chapter 11
After the mainline events of Frontiers, Tails, Amy and Sonic go their separate ways to grow stronger, travel the world, and reflect on their experiences. But when Tails stumbles upon a mysterious relic, and natural disasters disrupt the world and its future, the three heroes attempt to take matters into their own hands. As they search for answers in a race against time, they continue to uncover the threads of the Ancients’ forgotten history, the fantastical power of the Emeralds, and the very being that seeks to destroy them.
Rating: T
Chapters: 12/?
Words: 54.1k
Click here to start from the Prologue!
As always, thank you to my partner in crime, @franticmelody for being an awesome beta reader. Please check out her work!
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in all honestly tho I respect people who like heartbreak girl or easier or don’t stop, especially when it comes down to it being this is my first 5sos song how am I not suppose to feel a way about it bc there is something incredibly special about the moment when you go oh this is it and as much as it’s like yes I am personally tired of this song over the others in their discography also it didn’t age well, I also get it. there’s a moment when you know and if there’s a particular song tied to that then all the love to you and it. I’m glad it’s gotten the live performances and different versions it has. I’m glad there’s part of integral to the band as well.
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in this year’s onlyswan tumblr wrapped “all the bullshit artemis had to deal with!” we got: (1) hate anons and (2) ungrateful bitch allegations with (3) a side of plagiarism and (4) community labels <3
we survived! we rejoice! we thrive despite despite despite! can’t wait for what the next year has to offer! 😁
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"I just wanted to say that you seem so nice at first, so sweet and so innocent with a smile that makes me think of angels playing go fish.. but no, you are wearing black lace panties when the lights go down and your makeup is smeared all over your face. I can taste the whiskey on your lips, I can taste the cigarettes.. I can taste your lipstick cause I want your tongue on my breath."
She may look like an angel but don't let her face fool you, she has a little demon inside - eUë
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Ah.
That. Was not-
Sorry, Oppy. There was trouble. Someone... hurt, several people. And still others were killed.
I don't want to hurt the person directly. But giving them reason not to terrify and hurt anyone else seemed like a good idea. Some people don't care about other people's pain, but feel differently when it's their own. So I thought-
That. Doesn't make it right. And I'm still deciding. But Michael is a threat, and I'm grateful your parents were away when it happened.
...I didn't mean for you to see that. I'm sorry.
AH
OKAY
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my only political post I plan to make in a while but sincerely I’d like everyone to stop telling me that I’m catastrophizing when literally all of the things I worried about came true or were even worse than I was worried about, lol
“oh, no, oak, you shouldn’t worry about trump being president, that’ll never happen” OH YEAH WHAT NOW
“don’t worry, oak, trump won’t be as bad as you’re worrying” YEAH BECAUSE HE WAS WORSE THAN I WAS WORRYING
“oh no, oak, they wouldn’t overturn roe vs wade” BITCH WHAT NOW
sincerely, me.
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i just started watching anne with an e as I'm crocheting and i read the books as a kid but i was seven years old and did not appreciate it because i didn't understand it and thus promptly forgot it but i really like gilbert blythe right now, he's my favorite of the kids, its gilbert, then diane, then jerry, my least favorite is barking boy with the taller blonde as a close second, shes pretty bitchy but bark boy was straight up threatening anne so he's obviously the worst
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learning that self deprecation isnt cool and just makes the people around you uncomfortable unironically improved my mental health a lot. like if you just stop saying negative shit about yourself you will genuinely like yourself more and other people wont be repulsed by your attitude and you will have more friends. it's true.
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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