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[theclassicvinyldragon]

the true relationship between beta and author @graciebirdie

[forhyune]

hello hi hiiiii thank you for following me i love your fics so much this is such an honor eeeeeee 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

shut up. dork

(I want your hand in holy matrimony.)

[colonel-insomniac]

Love, Fool

A request, but!!! here!! :D 

“Mama tells me I shouldn’t bother, that I ought to stick to another man…”

Edward Telford could think of a million reasons to not like Bobby, his next door neighbor. And at the top of that list, is the noise levels, because Bobby never knew how to be quit, apparently. And yet, as with everyone else, Bobby had managed to worm his way not only into Edward’s life, but—unfortunately for Ed—his heart as well. 

Which isn’t to say Edward is keen on that thought. Liking the boy comes with a lot, practically comes with liking Patrick as well. Sandy, too, but he could tolerate her, she was smart, and not a nuisance. 

No, if Eddy was perfectly honest, he was not a man that was uptight and high strung all the time. That’s just what happens when no one quite appreciates Edward’s efforts. Edward set his cup of coffee down with a sigh. There was no arguing it, he liked Bobby, despite all his...quirks. 

“A man that surely deserves me, but I think you do…”

Edward remembers the events of the volcano. Too well, in his opinion. Bobby had been the only one to believe in everyone else, all while being unsure when it came to believing in himself. 

Bobby pushed further and further, and yes, while panic was a result of stress, and that caused the fighting, the icing on the cake came after Patrick and Bobby publicly fought. What had been Patrick’s followers wasted no time with the new of their savior accepting his role, and the townsfolk were able to piece everything together. 

The news of the fight kinda shocked Edward. He knew that their were high tensions of course, but didn’t realize quite how high they were getting between the close friends. Edward never thought he’d live to see them fight again, their arguments always few and far between. 

“So I cry and I pray and I beg for you to love me, love me, say that you love me…”

Edward sighed again, pushing away the memories of it all. Everyone else had seemed to move on. Of course, the slumbering numbskulls on his couches didn’t help occupy his mind. They’d come over with the intention to enlighten Edward about something or another. Halfway through whatever nonsense had been on screen, he found himself at the foot of the couch while both Bobby and Patrick slept. 

He downed his now cold coffee with a grimace, setting the mug in the sink and climbing the stairs, intent on getting ready for bed. Stopping on one step, he turned around and quietly walked back to the kitchen. Mama didn’t raise a boy with no manners, and so he ought to leave a glass of water for each of them. As annoying as those twins of nightmare might be, they were his neighbors, and the only people to really think of him as their friend. 

As Edward approached the coffee table to place the glass cups, he could have sworn he heard a mumble. He merely shook his head, now’s not the time to lose my mind, Eddy chided himself. He leaned away from the table, and took one step towards the stairs before hearing a mumble yet again. 

It would appear that Bobby was mumbling in his sleep, and all Edward was able to piece together was “Don’t leave me alone.” It made an uncomfortable shiver run up his spine, mostly cause he knew that Bobby was dead asleep. 

"Leave me, leave me, just say that you need me..."

Edward sighed and perched on the edge of the couch, holding his breath. Heart pounding in his chest, Edward carefully lowered a hand onto Bobby Porter’s hair, and patted. The younger man stilled at the touch, and Ed watched as Bobby’s hands seemed to impulsively reach towards Patrick, who’s head rested on Bobby’s legs. 

The peace that he could essentially sense flowing through the two boys and to his hand nearly made Edward pull away. He hadn’t felt such peace since the thought of graduation, finally getting away from what didn’t matter anymore. He thought he’d be able to pursue his dreams since he was finally done, but no matter how hard he tried, no one appreciated an artist trying to portray their struggle with their mental health and identity.  

“I don't care if you really care, as long as you don't go..."

Edward never knew what to really say, and perhaps that was the issue at its root. He wasn’t good with words, so he figured some form of art would definitely communicate his thoughts. And in Edward’s mind, it did. The townsfolk chalked him up to narcissistic, and didn’t give him the chance to explain. 

But Eddy had to take the chance. Maybe hesitating would never be fruitful, and as much as it would pain Edward to even think of, maybe Bobby had a point. Even if his point never makes sense, Edward thinks. 

Even though he wasn’t exactly sure of what his feelings towards the sleeping boys on his couch were, Edward whispered “I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before.” 

The twin smiles that appeared nearly sent Edward tumbling off his stoop on the couch armrest. 

Like this? Read more of my stuff on The Sun Is Still Shining on AO3

[mystraightgirlfriend]

December 4, 2016

Thing 1; So due to various reasons we’re getting new DVR boxes on Thursday and we won’t have TV between Monday night and Thursday some time. Due to this Dawn is gonna lose all her recordings, including the episodes of season 3 of The Librarians. Thus, Dawn wants me to get caught up. We finished season 1 yesterday and we’re currently working on season 2. Episode 9! So we’re almost done. I’m really loving this show, but not to the point of obsession yet....probably for the best.

Thing 2; Dawn is an author. She and I talk out plot bunnies and I edit her work while giving feedback and such. Well I was reading some of her work tonight and was giving her some feedback on something I’d looked over before and she reminded me of the last time I looked over it and I just had to share. Last time I looked over this work there was a piece of dialogue when a male was asking the main female what she wanted for dinner, she responded with spaghetti. On the next page said male character stated he was making stir fry. Making me ask “Spaghetti or stir-fry?” It’s probably not as funny to you as it is to me, but it’s at least chuckle worthy

[aechlys]

“It is now nearly twenty years since this Tragedy was, as before stated, sacrificed to the benign spirit of Party. The wound, given, has long been healed, but not the consequences ; for no one but myself can know, or have any conception of, the numberless injuries and impertinences to which it has given rise. Time, however,— so just, for the most part, to others,—will one day, perhaps, be just even to me. In this hope I have written another drama, founded on the best parts of the last, and with what little further skill, study and experience may have given:

But I must wait till Party shall be dead, And Time propitious.”

I’M CRYING A LOT OVER HERE OK???????

[mydear-ladydisdain]

The heroes of ancient Greece wept more often than our silly, sentimental modern women. They knew it did no good to hold it back. Our ideal is the impassive courage of a statue. Unnecessary. Be sad and then you'll soon be over it.

Erich Maria Remarque, Flotsam

[deandra-du]

no stop

gary d schmidt is mine i tell you