#my own words

[bookloover35]

Billy Loomis x fem reader- If i only knew.

YN POV:

Yn: Billy I'm scared.

Billy: You have nothing to fear from Sweetheart.

Yn: And how do you know that ghost face has already killed many we know.  What if next time you or I are dead?

I told my boyfriend Billy Loomis while we were sitting at his house watching Halloween.  We had just been told that they have found Casey dead and I'm really scared that next time maybe it's our bodies they'll find.  He took his fingers under my chin and made me look up at him then he said to me in a calm voice.

Billy: Now you're going to listen to me very carefully okay Sweetheart you have absolutely nothing to be afraid of because I'm never going to let that maniac even get near you.

Billys POV:

I told her then I kissed her on the lips so she calmed down.  I can not tell her that it is me and Stu who is Ghostface, if I tell the truth then she will leave me.  And then I have to do the most horrible thing I can ever think of.  Then I have to kill her, I do not care that I killed the others but I could never kill her I love her and she is my Yn.

I pulled away from the kiss and continued to cuddle with her and we continued to watch the movie, it's so cool that I found a girl who likes horror movies as much as me.  I was so firmly glued to the film that I did not notice that Yn had cuddled more into me and put his head against my chest and managed to fall asleep.  It was not until I would comment on the film I saw that she was asleep I smiled at her then I pulled up the blanket and covered us both then I gave her a kiss on the head and said.

Billy: I love you Sweetheart and I'm not going to hurt you.

I know she could not hear me, I turned my head towards the TV and continued to watch the movie but I could not stop thinking about one thing what should I do now should I tell the truth to her or should I be silent forever.

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[apothecary-apologises]

The fact that babies can see ghosts is pretty disturbing when you think about it. Alison can see them because she came so close to death but babies lose this power so that implies that they are also close to death.

#bbc ghosts #my own words #ghosts bbc

[rhorobin]

You and I both know that they won't.

#Smallishbeans #hermitcraft 10 #My own words

[loettie]

Cheers 🥃

I hope you can all be with friends, famm and loved ones and Celebrate life..

I know each and every day we are allready blessed to be allive and even more if we can share our lives with loved ones..

but this time of year its just a magical time to feel blessed.. ❤️

A kiss 💋 and love L..

#love #be loved #good life #me #my own pics #black and white #goodnight #my own words

[lunalens]

To Pay Attention

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[strawbearyhoney]

!! :D 💖🎃💖🐈‍⬛💖

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[aggold15hi01]

Honestly, this photo does gives me a "San Andreas" 2015 Movie vibes as he could be the main protagonist of the movie.

⚠️ Disclaimer: I don't own the image & it isn't mine.

📷 Credits to Logan Sargeant for the original picture.

🔗 https://realpaulaleah4everwrites05.blogspot.com

#my own post #my own words #my own writing #my own thoughts #credits to the rightful owners #credits to the original owners #image isnt mine #photo is not mine #picture isnt mine #not my pic #not my photo #logan sargeant #san andreas

[deluzionalfantisea]

She M on my Ras till I Modius

#Sdv #sdv Memes #my own words #Stardew Valley

[herthoughtswandered]

Someone asked me today if I was happy and what happiness was. Rather than offering a profound or elaborate response, I shared a realization I arrived at relatively late in life. Happiness is a choice—neither something to be pursued nor sought after. Just choose. And so, I will continue to choose to be happy, though my fragmented heart is still longing for the people I've lost along the way.

Wishing everyone a joyful holiday season!

#my own words #holiday season #happiness

[fieldofpapyrus]

Watch the morning sun rise from the still blackness of the night, a gold blanket drapes over the earth, lustrous rays of hope. Life stirs at its' prescence. One understands why divinity is found within a sunrise.

#this is specifically about Ra #feeling a little overwhelmed by the magnificence of the Sun rn #sun #sun worship #solar #Ra #Re #Kemetic #words #my own words #original poetry #devotional poetry

[makethewordsyours]

saw something small & beautiful that gave me a little hope and just and had to put it down into words.

#something something the human condition etc etc #words #poetry #my own words #lit

[bookloover35]

Sherlock Holmes X fem reader- Father and Daughter time.

Sherlocks Pov:

Yn: Are you sure you can take care of Ofelia tonight?

You have this big case to solve.

I can tell my sister Juliett that we can have sibling dinner some other night.

Sherlock: Yn, love, you haven't met your sister since Ofelia was born.

Go out and have dinner with her, talk about childhood memories, the kind of things you talk about with your siblings.

And I can look for clues and work on the case here from home and at the same time Ofelia and I can have father and daughter time.

I answered her and took our one-year-old daughter out of her cradle, kissed her head and walked over to Yn.

When Ofelia caught sight of her mother, she smiled a toothless smile.

Yn started to tickle her and then Ofelia started laughing with us.

Yn: Sure sounds like a fun idea.

A little father and daughter time, of course you want it my little flower.

She started to laugh even more.

And shook her little hands.

Sherlock: There you see, she loves that idea.

Me and Ofelia are doing fine, so go so you won't be late.

Yn: Okay, okay I'll go and forgive me I trust you but this is my first time i .....

Before she could say anything else I cut her off with a kiss.

Sherlock: It is okay.

You have nothing to apologize for you are just doing what normal first child mothers do.

I know you trust me and I'm a little nervous myself.

But I've seen how you do with her so we I can handle this.

She smiled at me and kissed me back for a long time and then she kissed Ofelia on the forehead.

Yn: Okay, I'm going.

Ofelia be kind to your father, love you both bye see you later.

Sherlock: We love you too, say goodbye to mother Ofelia.

When Yn had gone out the door, Ofelia yawned it was time for a little nap for my little angel.

Timskip.

Waaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaah.

Sherlock: Daddy's coming shush daddy's on his way.

Hello my little angel, daddy is here now.

When I picked her up from her cradle, she snuggled up against my chest.

She stopped crying and after a while her purple belly started rumbling.

I looked up at our watch and saw that it was the perfect time for dinner for the two of us.

Timskip again sorry.

Yns Pov.

Finally home.

Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and have missed her a lot.

But I want to be with my husband and my little flower.

I have to admit I was a little nervous.

I trust Sherlock 100% he really is an absolutely amazing father/husband.

And he has been since we got married and when I was pregnant with Ofelia.

He is absolutely wonderful with her.

Other men tend not to be this much with their children.

But not Sherlock he wants to be with her as often as he can.

Ofelia is only one year old and she really has her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

Yn: Sherlock I am home.

When I entered the apartment, I was greeted by a sight that I wish I could capture in a picture.

Sherlock was sleeping on the sofa with Ofelia sleeping and wrapped in a blanket cuddling in his father's arms.

I walked up to them and kissed Sherlock's forehead and whispered.

Yn: You are a great man Sherlock Holmes.

And Ofelia will have the best father in the world.

The end.

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[apothecary-apologises]

I was thinking about Thomas Thorne again. Specifically that scene in the bone plot where Alison is about to give her interview and Thomas is giving her tips. When she snaps at him and you visibly see his face fall, then he does something out of character. He doesn't let it affect him and compliments her because he understands this is important and she doesn't need any more now. He even managed to give a smile even though she insulted his ability of poetry which is clearly so important to him.

#thomas thorne #bbc ghosts #my own words

[curiouskurona]

i fixed it right after i took these pictures but it was so funnie to me lol . wig 💕

#silly :o) #ahiru #princess tutu #ahiru princess tutu #duck princess tutu #ahiru arima #uploads #my own words #pt

[loettie]

How good is it, beeing able to blur the whole world for a moment and only feel eachothers hearthbeat hear eachothers breath and feel the soft touches of our naked skin..

#good morning #me #my own pics #black and white #love #be loved #good life #my own words

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

WIP EXCERPT!!!

I’m pushing tears back into my eyes as I listen to the phone ring, and watch my brother hold it to his ear. The lump in my throat throbs, head filled with pressure. With a shaking breath, I adjust so my forehead rests against the cool window, not caring that I’m jerking and bobbing along with the car as we travel. All I want is to take a nice, hot shower, and maybe not have to worry about disguising myself, being in hiding for the rest of my life.

The phone is held to my brother’s ear in silence for what I feel is a bit too long, but then I remember that my dad is probably working as well as figuring out a way to keep me from getting arrested again- or worse. My eyes are peeled for squad cars, or any suspicious vehicle that seems to be on our tail. I wonder if we should switch our car out. “Dalton, ask if we should get a different car. Maybe we’ve been in this one for too long?” I whisper, running a hand over my face.

He nods in response, greeting our father a second later. “Hi, Dad. I think Abby figured something out, and you’re not going to like it.” There’s a silence as he gets a response from Dad, one I can’t seem to make out. He won’t put the phone on speaker, but I’m too anxious to ask him to do anything about that. I can call my dad later if I want. There’s no energy in my body to think about a full conversation right now. “No… nothing like that. She’s in the back- she’s fine- but something’s off about Lana. Is there any way you could get one of the lawyers to look into her, figure out if she’s hiding something? I saw the card for a private investigator on the fridge. Send it to me, and I could call him if you’re too busy. I know you have stuff going on at work.”

My dad speaks for a long time, but I can’t make out any words. I wish I could; I miss hearing his voice, but maybe it’s best that we don’t talk until this is worked out. I’m endangering Dalton and Zander; I’d hate to bring anyone else down with us if our plan blows up in my face. We’re supposed to be cleaning up this mess- not making it worse. The problem is, I have no plan for how to do the former. The latter is easy.

The only idea in my mind is that we keep running, keep in touch with Dad. He’ll keep working behind the scenes, talking to lawyers about hypotheticals and doing research. I’ll make sure I don’t get myself arrested or worse in the meantime… and I’ll rely on the boys to watch my back. Everyone in my circle knows I haven’t done a good job of that myself lately. I wonder if I’ll ever get that thought out of their heads, and mine.

My brother continues voicing our suspicions, glancing at me in the rearview from time to time. He asks if we need to start worrying, if even bringing her into this ordeal at all is going to throw a wrench in the ever-changing plan to clear my name. I can’t hear my father’s answer, but his tone shifts drastically. I dig my nails into my palms, reminding myself to breathe. Everything will work itself out. We have already started proving my innocence, that I didn’t have a say in any of this. Hopefully, whoever receives that scrap of evidence will have mercy when they realize I’m more or less a fugitive, whether or not this was my doing or first choice.

Raking my hands through my hair in a desperate attempt to break free from the numbness, I yank so hard that tears well in my eyes, but I don’t care. What time is it? Have I been distracted for too long? Glancing around, I see no one following us, no police cars in my field of vision at all. A bit of the tightness in my chest goes away, but I fear it won’t be long before it returns.

“Okay, I’ll look out for it. Thank you, Dad.” Then, I see him shift, feel his eyes linger on my face for a moment longer than last time. “No, she’s out of it. She barely slept last night and she’s not really here right now. Abby’s fine, though, considering. We’re looking after her, she’s safe. I’ll have her call you later.” Muttering on the other end as my father gives his response. I sense the end of the conversation coming soon. “Yes, she’s safe. We’re all okay, just trying to keep moving. Could we switch the car out again? Is there a way you could send one our way by tomorrow?” Another moment of silence as Dad thinks, looks into it. “Perfect. Just let me know. Okay… yeah, I love you, too. Bye, Dad. I miss you.”

I never thought I’d hear my brother say that. They’ve been so distant these past few years, ever since he decided to start the company instead of going to law school. Am I now doomed to follow in my father’s footsteps instead? Will he use Mom’s death against me, too, when I tell him I want to do something else? Or will this ordeal finally put him in his place, realizing that we’re his children and not his replicas?

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