so i did a thing 🤭

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if i look back, i am lost

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so i did a thing 🤭
I actually made this accidentally cause I read a mailee request as a maizula request (I am so sorry anon I promise you will get your mailee) so here's unexpected rushed Maizula inspired by a Pinterest post
dude I started reading Hollowpoint by silkinsilence on ao3 and omfg this fic is actually fucking AMAZING
ship is Maizula, 33K words
rather dark though so tw to all
I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!! AND MOLOTOV!!
you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.
I was 22 when I got my first bookstore job, and at the time my entire experience of "old people" was my grandparents, none of whom had been particularly healthy, and none of whom I was close with. To my young eyes, all they did was sit around and be old. That was life after 60.
The owner of the bookstore was this grand old dame of 76 who had been in the business for 40 years. She'd had three kids with a husband who was extremely gay, and as soon as those were old enough, they split up. She read on an epic scale, was an avid follower of the opera, sang in several choirs, and scheduled arts programming for a private club. She had gentleman callers (so they styled themselves) at the store continuously the entire fifteen years I worked there--yah, into her NINETIES. She never took up seriously with any of them, because they couldn't keep up. She was impeccably dressed and put together every single day of her life, drank regularly, and said they would pry her estrogen supplements out of her cold, dead hands. She had a gang of elderly single lady friends, though, and they went out every night of the week. They knew everything and everyone, collectively. She got her first smart phone in her mid-80s and became extremely Online. I bet she's on Tumblr now. She is 96.
This blew my mind. Life didn't have to be over...ever.
We worship youth in our culture. Only the young have futures, and the aged exist to enable the lives of the young. We act as if by the time you hit forty, you've had your chance. You are now expected to step aside and scede life to others.
FUCK THAT. I have a lot of life ahead of me. I have places to go and books to read and people to fuck and food to eat and music to dance to and emotions to feel and nazis to punch and stories to tell and hearts to break and ventures to capitalize and empires to conquer. I am going to be doing this for the next fifty years, minimum.
Life has so much in it. Do it all, forever.
can you just imagine being ava though?
like, you’ve spent years tangled up with this seemingly monster of a woman—yearning for her, fighting with her, letting her drive you absolutely mad. she once even told you she’d risk losing you if it meant securing her dream job. she’s crossed lines before, and though you know in your heart you’d always forgive her, you doubt that she’d actually give it all up for you given she’s never done that for anyone. and then just as you’re driven to the edge by her, she tells you she’ll make it right this time, and she doesn’t just say it—she actually means it and proves it. she quits the very dream she built her life around, because she chooses you instead. and more than that, she stands on live television and declares that you are the one thing she won’t sacrifice. this woman who once said “there is no line” decides on national television that you. are. the. line. she calls you her creative partner, but you hear the truth threaded underneath—voice, life partner, soulmate, the voice she’s claimed as her own. and this is coming from her, this absolute menace of a woman who has rarely told anyone she loves them, least of all an employee. you’ve carried the impossible hope that maybe she could change, even as everyone else told you to give it up. and then she does. she changes, for you. she chooses you. not her daughter, husband, sister, or friends or employees, but you. she tells the world you are someone she loves, and you know she means every word. this woman, who once refused to belong to anyone, has finally decided that you and no one else are her entire world.
i mean, i’m sorry, but how am i supposed to be normal about that and then read it as some non-romantic, non-sapphic/wlw/queer love?
i really wish we could all just stop this weird facade that mental health is taken seriously just because there might be more conversation about depression than there was 20 years ago. as soon as you’re unable to work or maintain relationships or mask effectively enough you might as well be a joke. even to people who say they understand it
‘encore plus près d’tes adversaire’
Does anyone have a CISSAMIONE fic to recommend where Hermione goes back in time?
I feel like this is a very comon plot for Bellamione, but I haven't seen much for Cissamione and I really wish to read something like that
How about some Cissamione as a request? 🤭😁👀
Hoohoooo I haven’t done femslash in ages 🤭
Thanks for that request 🤪
she's adorable your honor
katie baby sunshine of my life I love you so much 😭🥰❤️
I think they'll be fine saying that.
nailed it
Parents aren't a special class of people exempt from criticism or the consequences of their own actions. You do not inherently owe them respect. They're just people like anybody else and only deserve to get in return what they put out. Taking care of you and raising you was the bare minimum requirement when they chose to have a child.
You do not owe your parents shit.
You may have had wonderful, loving parents and you're still not indebted to them for that.
That is what they owed you by choosing to have a child.
did i write a chaotic cissamione supercorp bella/rosalie college au crossover on ao3? yes i did lmao also let me just mention that swanqueen and siuanraine are also in attendance. wandanat too in future chapters. just small parts here and there but this is the crossover i need rn lol
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