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madlovenovelist · 8 months
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#bookquotes
There have been many impossible moments in my life that I thought I would never make it through… but I always managed to fight through to the sunshine. If you feel lost, take it as an opportunity to create your own path, explore, try something new, or just standby those who are tried and true.
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johnwhowell · 1 year
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The Last Drive Blog Tour with Pete Springer
The Last Drive Blog Tour with Pete Springer
Today is the kick-off of The Last Drive tour. I’m so pleased to be with Pete today. You can visit his post at https://petespringerauthor.wordpress.com/petes-blog/ We have been following each other for a little over three years. In that time, I’ve come to know Pete as a community-oriented, family man who is serious about getting his new novel represented and published. He has already published a…
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v1rgology · 20 days
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THINGS THAT COMPLETELY CHANGED MY LIFE / SHAPED ME AS THE PERSON I AM TODAY #1/?
outer space / carry on by 5 seconds of summer
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kindahoping4forever · 6 months
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Malum having A Moment in Milan
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thegreenmetblue · 9 months
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StarkerFestival 2023 : Summer Bingo
Second Chance
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Five years after breaking up with Peter, Tony realizes he never stopped thinking about him. He broke up because Peter was too young. But now the boy is 22. Well, still very young, but- five years older.
Tony can’t stop. He doesn’t regret breaking up with him back then, Peter needed to have a normal end of teenage years. But he definitely regrets bot being with the young man right now.
But he also knows he broke Peter’s heart. He did it for him though… But if there’s a chance Peter still wants him back, Tony will take it.
And Tony Stark has a plan. No he never texted MJ for that, what are yall saying ?
His plan is simple : dropping pink flowers in front of Peter’s flat every sunday.
Peter will understand fast, of fucking course he will. After all, Peter was the one giving Tony a pink rose for their first ever date back then.
But will Peter fall for Tony again ?
It’s simple, he doesn’t even need to. Peter never stopped loving him.
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for @starkerfestivals 💖
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warlenys · 3 months
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hilson song of the century unfortunately
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confusionmeisss · 6 months
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i just wanna live out the rockstar girlfriend lifestyle 😔 like is that to much to ask for?????
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lighthousepigeons · 6 months
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Conrad: See this? This is my "I don't care" face.
Jeremiah: That's your normal face.
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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 months
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7-ish years later:
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(2 or more years after the last scene):
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Kendra is watching Buffy from the afterlife, feeling proud of her:)
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voldemorts-tap-shoes · 8 months
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Not sure if there’s a way to make the ultimate lost love song into an otp fic that’s NOT full of angst, but I tried y’all 😅
@cruelsummer-ficfest era #5 folklore/speak now
if one thing had been different
Hermione can’t completely explain why she’s here. Why she thinks a man she hasn’t seen or spoken to in multiple years—God, how many has it been now?—will have answers that she doesn’t have. Why she hopped on a plane yesterday morning to fly halfway around the world without the faintest idea of what she’s looking for or what she’ll say if he turns up. When he turns up. Because he will. She knows that, at least.
She’s not sure of anything in her whole fucking life right now except the fact that Ron will meet her for the sole reason that she asked him to, no explanation required.
Which is a good thing, because she doesn’t have one. About this, or anything else. It wasn’t any one thing, any huge monumental decision that led her to where she is now, but rather a series of tiny little decisions that painted her whole world a different set of colors than the one she had planned. It’s like she woke up one morning and looked around and didn’t recognize her own life and can’t quite pinpoint where things shifted.
Hell, she barely recognizes herself anymore. But if there’s one person who knows her better than anyone—better even, maybe, than she knows herself—it’s Ron. Even now. She’s sure of it.
Her heart jumps into her throat every time the little bell over the front door announces a new patron to the little coffee shop, but so far, none of them have been Ron. She hasn’t spotted anyone else she recognizes either, but that was by design. Meeting Ron somewhere in Diagon Alley would have meant a chorus of “long time no see” and “didn’t know you were in town” that she doesn’t have the energy to respond to. No, meeting him in Muggle London is the safer option.
She checks her watch for what must be the hundredth time, even though it’s still a few minutes ahead of the time she gave him. And just like that, as if summoned, the next chime of the bell announces Ron’s arrival.
Tucked into a little corner in the back, she allows herself a moment to watch him before he spots her, and her heart thunders in her chest as she drinks him in. So much for moving on. Is there ever going to be a day when he doesn’t have this effect on her? Five years apart ought to have done it, but apparently not.
She’s told herself time and time again that she’s over him, and it’s easy enough to believe all the way in Sydney. And a second chance with Ron isn’t why she came to London on this impromptu soul-searching mission, truly. Hermione just needs a friend. Someone who understands her. Her friendships in Australia all seem superficial in comparison. People there know her day-to-day: where she works, how she always gets takeout on Fridays, that she has a cat. Ron is big picture. Ron knows her, down to the very fabric of her being.
Even if she wanted to dig that grave up another time, Ron has more than moved on, too, as far as she knows. The couple of times she’s seen him since she left, he’s always been with someone, though never the same someone twice. Besides that, he’s the one who put the brakes on them in the first place. He wasn’t ready, after the war, so soon after losing his brother, and she understood that. She assumed once he was ready, he would have reached out, but he never did. At some point he must have healed enough for a relationship—just not with her.
His eyes finally lock on hers as he scans the room, and his steps pull up short. She gives him a tentative wave, and he smiles in return, though it’s not the big cheerful grin he used to give her. Ron weaves his way through the cafe to her table, hesitating a moment before he takes the seat across from her. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Hermione returns. “Thanks for meeting me. I hope I haven’t taken you away from anything important.” Or anyone.
She hears the awkwardness in her voice, but she’s not sure where to start. Small talk will have to do for now.
Ron shrugs and folds his hands on the table in front of him. “Nah. We just finished up a big case at work, so I’ve got a bit more free time at the moment.”
“Oh. Good. You still like being an Auror, then?”
He raises one eyebrow, blue eyes laser-focused on her. “Hermione.”
She feels herself coming unglued under the scrutiny, but she meets his gaze determinedly despite the tremor in her voice as she responds. “What?”
“That’s not why we’re here.” It’s not a question. It doesn’t need to be.
“No,” Hermione admits, “it’s not.”
They sit in silence for a moment before Ron speaks again. “You look…” He hesitates, searching for the right word. “Lost.”
It took him all of two minutes to cut right to the heart of how she’s feeling, summing up every doubt and insecurity swirling in her mind in a single word. Tears pool in her eyes, and Ron shifts forward in his seat.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s not—” Hermione shakes her head and almost smiles. This is exactly why she’s here, isn’t it? Because Ron has always known how to see through the bullshit to what’s real? “You’re right.”
His eyes sweep across the empty table. “Want a coffee?”
“Please.” Hermione reaches for her purse, but Ron waves her off as he stands.
“I got it.” He hands her a tissue, and she shoots him a grateful smile. “Be right back.”
He returns a few minutes later and hands her a hazelnut coffee with just the right amount of cream—no need to ask her coffee order, either—before he sits and waits, letting her speak first this time.
She takes a few soothing sips of the drink as she collects herself. “Do you ever think…maybe there’s a single moment…that if you could change just one thing that happened in the past, your whole life might be different?”
Ron weighs her question before answering. “Not really, I guess. I mean, there’s definitely moments that make more of a difference than others, but…” He pauses to fiddle with the paper sleeve on his cup. “I don’t think you can boil your whole life down to a single moment. Seems like a lot of pressure.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
“Maybe. But if you’re thinking about it, what would you change?”
She doesn’t want to answer. Even though she’s fairly certain she can trace the alternate path of her life back to the moment she left to find her parents in Australia. Looking back, nothing feels right after that point. But that would require admitting that the real mistake was leaving Ron. Or was it? She’s not even sure anymore. He didn’t come after her, either. What did she leave behind, really?
“You don’t have to answer that.” Ron gives her a reassuring smile. “But is it something you can change? Now?”
“I’m not sure.” She could move back to England, easy enough. Her parents have made clear that they’re not coming back, which is why she stayed in Sydney, but at some point she’s got to start living life for herself. Moving back won’t erase the last seven years, though. What good would it do her now to come back? “Did you love me?”
The words slip out before she can resist the temptation to ask him. Both of Ron’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, but she doesn’t take the question back even though she probably should. They really had something, she thought, until they didn’t, and she’s always wondered if maybe she made more of them in her head than what they really were.
“Does that matter, after all this time?” he asks softly. “Is that why you’re here?”
“No, it’s not why, but…” But maybe it does matter. Or maybe it doesn’t. It’s not like either answer will make her feel better. “Never mind. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that.”
“I don’t mind. But is anything I say going to be the answer you’re looking for?”
Hermione chuckles. “I see you’ve mastered Legilimency. I was just thinking the same thing.”
She stares across at him and Ron meets her gaze without wavering. These aren’t the answers she came for, but if he’s willing to give them to her, is she really just going to leave well enough alone? Leave without the truth she so desperately needs, in whatever form it’s offered?
“Okay,” she says, the word escaping her on an exhale. “Sure. What the hell. Did you love me?”
At least if he puts words to what she’s long-suspected—that she was just a Hogwarts crush, that he hasn’t thought twice about her that way since she packed her bags and moved down under—then maybe she can stop wondering what if and put that part of her life to rest for good.
Ron’s head tips back with a laugh, but he’s serious when he looks back at her. “Yeah,” he replies simply. “Fuck, Hermione, of course I did.”
Hermione draws in a long breath, then lets it back out with a laugh of her own. “Nope, that didn’t make me feel any better.”
“So…” Ron smiles at her over his coffee cup. “New topic, then?”
They get lost in easy conversation after that, talking and laughing and catching up while the cafe clientele turns over and over around them. The bright daylight shifts to a murky evening grey, and finally to a dark night lit only by the streetlights above them as the cafe shuts down and forces them out to the sidewalk. Hermione hesitates to voice a goodbye; once she says it, she’s not sure how long it will be before their next hello.
“So, how long are you in town for?” Ron asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he too makes no move to leave.
“Just a couple of days. I’ve got to get back to work.” The words feel heavy in her mouth. Wrong. But until she figures out what to do next, she has a routine, and responsibilities.
Ron nods, still not moving. “Well, don’t be such a stranger, okay? Did this…did I…help?”
“You did. Thanks.”
She reaches for him then, folding herself into his open arms. It’s the first time they’ve touched all afternoon, and Hermione doesn’t want to let go.
“I hope you’re happy, Hermione,” Ron murmurs, his voice muffled into her still-too-bushy hair as he holds her tight. “And if you’re not, I hope you find whatever you’re looking for.”
She just nods against his chest, not saying what she knows now to be true. Even though she’s maybe always known it deep down. That she found what she was looking for a long time ago. That it would’ve been fun—would’ve been great—with Ron. That he should’ve been the one.
He turns his head to place a kiss on her temple, his lips searing against her skin, before he pulls away and sets her at arm’s length. “Take care of yourself.”
“You too.” She turns away before Ron can catch the tears in her eyes, but only makes it a couple of steps before her name stops her. When she turns back to Ron, he’s looking at the ground, toeing a pebble with his shoe.
“This probably isn’t what you want to hear, but…” He sighs and then presses on. “Australia. That’s your moment, I think. If that one thing had been different, then…” He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t have to. Then everything would be different today.
She doesn’t have the words to argue; he’s right. She just needed to hear it from someone that isn’t the voice in her own head.
“If that’s my one thing…do you think it’s too late to change it now?”
It’s a loaded question, but Ron doesn’t flinch. “I’d like to think it’s never too late to start over on the things that really matter.”
His answer is just as loaded, but now she’s the one who’s not in the right headspace for this. For them. And she thinks they both know it, because neither of them have made any move to snog the other right there on the sidewalk even though she wants to, even though she sees the same desire reflected back at her in his eyes. But they can both read between the lines. It’s a start.
“Then…I guess I’ll see you soon.”
Hermione gives Ron one final smile and wave as she turns away again. He doesn’t stop her this time, but there’s a lightness, a hopefulness in her heart that wasn’t there a few hours ago.
Maybe the greatest love of all time isn’t over, after all.
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rosehathawhey · 22 days
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Phyllis Summers: President of the Summance Fan Club
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mrsluthordanvers · 2 months
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Can we see a picture of your imagine me and you tattoo...please
YES!!! I'm obsessed with it
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ADHD/Autism Duos: Second-Chance Smackdown!! Phase 1
Matchup 2
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lexxwithbooks · 2 years
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📖: 𝑾𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 (𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 #3) ☀️🐚⛱
✍🏽: 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧
Get the book! 🌟
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kindahoping4forever · 27 days
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📸: Ryan Fleming
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naksushadows · 2 months
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“Every life is a work of art. And it becomes complete when all the pieces come together.” – Kim Jiung
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