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Something about home
There's something about this place. I wish more people here felt it too. I wish we had felt it when it mattered--when it could still be saved or at least, cherished for what it was.
It's too late now. I don't know how I know it, but I do. The wistful air has grown ponderous, too heavy to hold onto the magic much longer. There's less cats roaming the streets than there are cars. There's more houses than there are people who can afford them. The backroads fronted, or otherwise turned into a maze of circles. The trees of my youth have lost friends, fallen in storms or worse, cut down by us, once protectors, now foes.
This town used to ache for something bigger. I have seen it melt away to merely a suggestion. One day, and soon, it will be gone entirely. Even the 24-hour psychic will have to close up shop.
And all we'll be left with is an eternal sense of longing for a place we no longer belong, the last remaining vessels of that feeling, a vague stirring inside the soul waiting to be awoken. Waiting to want something more again.
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Something More by Evey Lyon is on sale for $.99 for a limited time only!
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Bennett Blisswood wasn’t searching for more. But a surprise pregnancy has him thinking that fate has other plans…
The one-night stand with Kelsey was my comfort when I needed it and the escape she wanted. The friends-with-benefits arrangement that followed was our fun, barn trysts included. No strings, simple, and easy. That’s us. Except Kelsey just threw multiple sticks with two pink lines at me. Looks like our best-laid plans have hit a plot twist.
Now we’ve been thrown together on a deeper level as we begin the journey to becoming parents.
With no hesitation, I’m stepping right up for her and our kid—even making a crib with my bare hands. Of course, the town gossip mill is in full swing as they attempt to figure out the relationship status of Kelsey and me, and they’re not the only ones confused. Kelsey is beautiful, stubborn, and makes me want things. Call me traditional, but I make my intentions about our future very clear. She thinks I’m blinded by her growing belly, but her hesitation about us only challenges me to prove her wrong. And if she takes a chance on me, I can’t let her down. That’s the last thing I can do. Because I’m beginning to feel that Kelsey and me? We may just be something more…
This friends (with benefits)-to-lovers, surprise-baby romance is the second standalone book in the small-town Blisswood Brothers series that follows the brothers as they run their family winery and farm, Olive Owl.
#Sale#99Pennies#SomethingMore#EveyLyon#LimitedTime#SmallTownRomance#SurprisePregnancy#FriendsWithBenefits#SteamyReads#wordsmithpublicity
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I started by looking for #somethingmore after having been disillusioned by #life. It's been a journey and yeah there seems 2B an invisible #safetynet. ^^ https://www.instagram.com/p/ClAVRopy1Yk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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My new release Something More is now live on all streaming services. #eddiezar #edm #somethingmore #edmlifestyle #housemusic Link in bio https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckrg5BPvDOb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Morals or Money?
Discussion Topic: Would you like to work for an organization that is committed to something more than just profitability, even if it meant your salary or bonus would be smaller?
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I feel .hidden. but in a way that , whatevers above the surface needs to shift
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HOW DOES SMOKING INCREASE LOSS OF HEARING HELLO ?
#i was like hmmmmm . maybe ther eis somethingmore wrong w me#^ dad being hoh + apd so i was like i wonder if im both too ... Brother it is looking grim for me#hashtag whatever tho#txt
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all the wrong places
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# not proofread, part 2 here
part one - disclosure
The night air was still. The only sounds in the vicinity were the lapping of the waves against the shore and crackling of the bonfire that had been going since sunset. The flames flickered in the reflection of Katara’s pupils, her gaze focused as she threw branch after branch into the blaze.
Zuko watched her hands carefully. At times they danced a little too close to the fire, ash and fire licking at her scarred fingers.
“You don’t have to do that. It’s a nice night,” he said. It was the first time anyone had talked in a half hour, his slightly hoarse voice cutting through the tranquil night.
Without looking away from her self-assigned chore, Katara replied. “Toph gets cold easily.” As if on cue, the girl dozing behind her rolled over and began to snore.
The two of them were the only ones left awake, their companions scattered around them and sleeping like logs. The usual palpable, awkward silence that came when they were the only two people in the room was as apparent as ever.
Zuko couldn’t bear it. Just being around Katara already made him anxious. Not that she was an unpleasant person, but there was just something about Katara that made Zuko desperate to prove himself. Despite her forgiveness, every time he thought of Katara (often), all he saw was an intangible spider web of betrayal, his feelings, her feelings, their convoluted past and possibly somethingmore. What did she think of him? He wished he had the courage to ask.
“What was it like, coming here?” This time Katara was the first to speak, yanking Zuko out of his thoughts. “As a kid, with your family and everything.”
He winced. Not wanting to have to think about his family, Zuko tried steering the conversation in a different direction. “It wasn’t just my family. Sometimes Mai and Ty Lee would come along too.”
Katara finally looked up to meet Zuko’s eyes, waiting for him to continue.
“It was fine, I guess. Azula kept them occupied most of the time. I just spent time with my parents. But at night, we would sneak out of our rooms to ‘play’. At Azula’s behest.”
The girl sitting opposite him finally cracked a smile. “She’s always been the one bossing you around, isn’t it?”
“Just like you with Sokka,” Zuko chuckled. Katara pulled a face.
“What games would you guys play?”
“Stupid games, if you can even call them that. Gymnastics competitions, dress-up, fire flake eating challenges,” Zuko muttered, deep in thought. “Sometimes truth or dare...”
“Well,” Katara sighed. “Since we’re both still awake with nothing better to do, maybe we could play one of those games.”
“What, dress up? Now?”
“Of course not!” She crossed her arms, laughing. “Do you see a catwalk and closet filled with royal Fire Nation attire anywhere around here? I meant something like truth or dare.”
“Alright. try me.” Katara’s laugh felt like liquid courage, flowing through Zuko’s veins, lifting him up high. He could do anything.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Go into the ocean. I want to see you completely soaked when you come out.”
Zuko eyed the midnight blue sea, already anticipating the bone-deep chill. But a dare is a dare, right?
He pulled his shirt off over his head, dumping it in the sand. Before Katara could react, Zuko was running towards the waves.
“Wait, I was kidding, but are you actually gonna do it?” she shouted in disbelief. As she watched him get closer to the water, Katara finally grabbed a cloth and chased after him, maybe against her better judgment.
She heard it before she saw it. A loud splash, followed by a yell. “Fuck, it’s freezing!”
“I was kidding,” she repeated breathlessly, throwing the makeshift towel over Zuko’s head. “What if you get sick or something now?”
Zuko pulled the cloth aside to thank Katara, and was surprised to see the look of pure worry on her face. Well, maybe annoyance, too. But was she actually concerned about his well being?
“You can’t get sick just before Sozin’s Comet, that was so stupid of me!”
Oh, right, Zuko remembered. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little disappointed, suddenly remembering the hard-hitting reality of the circumstances that brought them here in the first place. “I’ll be fine, I’ll just get back to the fire and dry off. I promise I won’t get sick.”
Katara’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed. “Okay, I shouldn’t get stressed over small things like this. Keeping our composure is the most important thing we can do right now.” Zuko nodded in agreement.
The both of them settled down next to the bonfire again - this time next to each other, Zuko couldn’t help but notice. He leaned towards the heat, sighing in relief. He felt a bundle of fabric drop in his lap, recognising it as his top when he looked down. All of a sudden Zuko was hyper aware of his lack of clothing. Katara laughed when she noticed the blush rise on his face.
“Sorry,” he mumbled bashfully as he hastily pulled the shirt back on. “Forgot about that.”
The silence took over again, but this time it felt more comfortable. Like falling asleep under a big blanket after a long shower. Zuko looked down. Katara’s knee leaned against his own, her hand brushing carelessly against his whenever she reached for the pile of branches again. The fire was still going.
“Truth or dare?”
Katara didn’t miss a beat. “Truth.” He swore he could hear the smile in her voice.
“What’s your most embarrassing secret?” Oh my God, she’s going to think that was weird.
She laughed again, a beautiful, resonating sound. “I didn’t think we were going to get personal.”
He shrugged. “I mean, you did make me run into the sea in the middle of the night.”
“I told you that you didn’t have to do it, you didn’t listen, and now you’re putting the blame on me? You’re unbelievable.”
“Okay, fine. Secret for a secret.” Zuko turned to face Katara, his expression serious.
“Now you’ve got me interested. You go first.” She smirked smugly, resting her chin in her hand. “What kind of terrible, humiliating life story does the almighty prince of the Fire Nation have to tell me?”
“Um… do you remember what I told you just now? About the… games I’d play with my sister and her friends?”
“Sure.”
“Er… I… was the one getting dressed up.”
“Are you kidding me?” Katara exclaimed. “Tell me something I didn’t know!”
Zuko felt the heat return to his cheeks. “How’d you know?”
“Come on, I have a brother too. We all know ‘dress-up’ means putting the only boy around in a skirt and doing his hair!”
Zuko couldn’t help but begin to laugh as he recounted how he had worn Azula’s dresses as Mai smeared makeup on his face and Ty Lee braided his hair, the three of them giggling hysterically the whole time.
“I think that might be the first time I’ve heard you really laugh,” was all Katara had to say when Zuko had finished talking. The smug smile on her face had shifted to something more genuine, like she was actually enjoying listening to him ramble on and on. Zuko’s heart skipped at the thought.
“Ah, well, your turn now,” he said quickly, changing the subject again.
“For the record, I think that was a lame ass secret,” Katara sighed, sitting up straight. “But what I’m about to tell you absolutely cannot be known by anyone else. Especially Sokka.”
Zuko couldn’t help but feel nervous as the stern look returned to Katara’s face, her intense stare boring holes into his skull. What was this, a murder confession?
“I lied about kissing Jet that one time. I lied about having my first kiss to rub it in Sokka’s face.”
He didn’t know what to say. What should anyone say to that? “Oh.”
Katara groaned and turned away from him, flustered. “It’s so stupid, I know. But it’s really my most embarrassing secret. I don’t even really know why I’m telling you this, I guess I trust that you won’t tell Sokka. You probably don’t even get it! You’re the older brother, you wouldn’t understand why I’d even lie about something so trivial- shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned th-”
Zuko gently squeezed Katara’s shoulder, bringing her breathless rant to an abrupt stop. “Katara, it’s okay. I won’t tell Sokka or anything, because who you’ve kissed or whatever is none of my business. But I do get it, the whole competition thing.”
“Of course you do. Sorry, it was just stupid of me to bring it up.”
“It’s okay.”
This time, the silence was thick and heavy. Zuko’s hand on Katara’s shoulder, their knees leaning against each other, the general closeness of their bodies - he was suddenly made aware of it all. He could hear her shallow breaths and his own heart thumping against his ribs.
“I… felt like I had to prove myself. To you.”
“What?”
“That’s why I took on your dare. Even though I hate the cold, and I’m scared of the ocean at night.”
“Ah.”
“I’ll never forget how I left you… all… in Ba Sing Se. And I don’t think you ever will either, even after we went after Yon Rha and everything. I know that was just one stupid dare that didn’t mean anything, and I know my betrayal was so much bigger than that, but… I think I just wanted to say that I’m still willing to do anything if that means I can show that I’ve changed for the better. For the sake of the world, for Aang. For you.”
“…I see.”
“…Agh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dump that on you.”
“No, no. That means a lot, Zuko. Thank you for telling me that.”
A breeze swept the beach. The bonfire cried out in protest, doubling over in the wind and eventually dying out.
A flame formed in Zuko’s hand, and he held it out in between him and Katara to share.
It was warmer than the bonfire ever could’ve been.
#avatar the last airbender#zutara#zutara fluff#zutara fanfiction#zuko fanfic#zuko x katara#katara x zuko#atla fanfic#atla zuko#atla katara#katara#zuko
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#somethingmore #expanding #havingmorefun #speaking #Motivation #Weflying #Artist #somethingtoplaywhendownorhigh #ArtistOnTumblr
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#almond mom about to try buffalo nachos for the first time ever#shock#somethingmore#the sims 4#sm#charlotte#emmett#georgia
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💜 SALE ALERT 💜
Something More by Evey Lyon is on sale for $.99 for a limited time only!
Universal: geni.us/SMall
Amazon: geni.us/SMzon
Apple: geni.us/SMapple
Nook: geni.us/SMnook
Google Play: geni.us/SMgplay
Kobo: geni.us/SMkobo2
Link in bio @eveylyonbooks
Blurb:
Bennett Blisswood wasn’t searching for more. But a surprise pregnancy has him thinking that fate has other plans…
The one-night stand with Kelsey was my comfort when I needed it and the escape she wanted. The friends-with-benefits arrangement that followed was our fun, barn trysts included. No strings, simple, and easy. That’s us. Except Kelsey just threw multiple sticks with two pink lines at me. Looks like our best-laid plans have hit a plot twist.
Now we’ve been thrown together on a deeper level as we begin the journey to becoming parents.
With no hesitation, I’m stepping right up for her and our kid—even making a crib with my bare hands. Of course, the town gossip mill is in full swing as they attempt to figure out the relationship status of Kelsey and me, and they’re not the only ones confused. Kelsey is beautiful, stubborn, and makes me want things. Call me traditional, but I make my intentions about our future very clear. She thinks I’m blinded by her growing belly, but her hesitation about us only challenges me to prove her wrong. And if she takes a chance on me, I can’t let her down. That’s the last thing I can do. Because I’m beginning to feel that Kelsey and me? We may just be something more…
This friends (with benefits)-to-lovers, surprise-baby romance is the second standalone book in the small-town Blisswood Brothers series that follows the brothers as they run their family winery and farm, Olive Owl.
#Sale #99Pennies #SomethingMore #EveyLyon #LimitedTime #SmallTownRomance #SurprisePregnancy #FriendsWithBenefits #SteamyReads #wordsmithpublicity
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#Urban #City #Street #Streetphoto #Chronicles #Simplicity #Ultimate #Vinci #Sophistication #Lovestory #LightnessOfBeing #AWorldBetween #Paris #WhenaManLovesaWoman #SomethingMore #SunsetChronicles #sunset #MjYj©
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Mustang was a smash hit in America, less so elsewhere – but one Italian wanted something a bit more personal. @massimodelbo drives this Zagato-modified example.
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#6 Roisin Murphy - Something More
We all want something more. As you get older you become more comfortable with your limitations. But you still want more. Noone does pointless yearning better than Roisin.
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