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You SHOULD be proud! This is freaking GORGEOUS! You are so talented and so lovely! We're lucky to have you, Rose! ❤️

Casey x Jessica ❤️

Yeah, the plan was for me to hold off on sharing this until I got to this point in my Six Times... series. WRONG!!!!!

I was too busy screaming, crying, throwing up, and LOSING MY FREAKING MIND over this art to even imagine hoarding it. Look at them! Look at my babies; they are just perfect! Thank you so, so, so, so much @rosefuckinggenius . I cannot begin to explain how much I love this! Your talent amazes me, and your kindness makes you an absolute dream to work with. EVERYONE should commission Rose, you hear? I'm going to go lie down now...

About Casey || About Jessica || About Casey x Jessica Casey x Jessica Masterlist || My Art Commissions

#casey x jessica #rosefuckinggenius

[jerzwriter]

Prompt #1083

"This is not some predestined soulmate shit or fate or whatever. I love you all on my own. Because you're awesome and because I want to."

#omg so me lol #prompts

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reblog and put in the tags your queer awakening (could be a person, movie, book, event, whatever).

#bowling in greenwich village when i was a senior in hs #a beautiful woman in the next lane was being so nice to me when a friend said you lnow that’s a lesbian bowling league right? #my friends were thinking haha so funny #i was like yeah I am going to get her number #i’d already dated lots of guys… and I dug them too #so that was my biawakening #took the PATH home that night thinking it all makes sense now

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just some of my favorite hozier pics :)

#i need to leave work now…. #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #ireland 🇮🇪

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I wish this wasn’t so relatable…

Hozier & his favourite books | Hugendubel Booketlist

❝ ...when I obsess over something, I'll allow it to ruin my life, you know? ❞

#hozier

[jerzwriter]

Fictional men written by women are ALWAYS superior. ALWAYS. lol Thanks so much for sharing, my friend.

Choices Fandom Acts of Kindness - April 2024

Hello @moominofthevalley ! I am your secret pal for the @choicesfandomappreciation Acts of Kindness event. After driving relatives around to see the cherry blossoms last week, I thought this would be the perfect spring day for Trystan and Emily. But it's not all hearts and flowers; it comes with a bit of sarcasm, too. I truly hope you enjoy this, I always get nervous writing other characters, but I hope it fits! (This is some serious fluff! lol) Thanks so much for being such a kind and supportive member of the fandom—I'm so glad you're here! 🩷🩷

Spring's Eternal

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: m!Trystan Thorne x f!MC (Emily Rose)

Rating: Teen

Words: 700

Emily attempted to hide the grimace on her face as she looked at her watch. It was 6:35, and she was more than ready to go home. Her aching feet would provide the perfect excuse, but that would require admitting Trystan was right about wearing more comfortable shoes, and she was not about to give him that.

"Trystan!" she hollered, but he had already taken off. Bolting ahead with the excitement of a child who had just spotted a candy display.

In some ways, he had. The city was coming to life after its long winter slumber. Flowers seemed to pop up everywhere, dotting the cityscape with vibrant bursts of yellow, purple, pink, and blue. New York was nature's canvas, and even the most jaded native had to admit... this artist had created a masterpiece.

Its crown jewels were the cherry blossoms in Central Park, and that's where Emily thought they were heading when they headed out at the crack of dawn. But, no. Trystan insisted on starting on the Lower West Side and meandering the length of Manhattan Island until they reached the crowning glory.

Emily walked as fast as her sore legs could take her; her enthusiasm for the beautiful blossoms had diminished somewhere around Rockefeller Center, but not Trystan. Trystan spun around, camera hung around his neck, taking shot after shot after shot. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she approached him; the goofy grin on his face was priceless. No matter how much she wanted to go home, she wasn't about to deny him this, but that didn't mean she wouldn't tease him.

"Trystan Thorne," she huffed upon approach. "Do you understand that we live here? You're not a tourist; you don't have to take a million pictures to ensure you remember this all."

"Ah, but I do," he grinned. "We live in New York all year round, but these delightful pink treasures are here for a very short time, and I want to remember them."

Emily chuckled in spite of herself. She had to admit that Trystan's zeal and enthusiasm were softening this tough detective's edges, even if she didn't fully understand why.

"I don't get it. You've lived in New York for how many years? Yet you're acting like you're seeing spring in the city for the very first time."

"I am," he said, looping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her near. "After all, it's the first time I'm seeing it with you, and that makes everything immeasurably more beautiful than it was before."

Emily wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face against his body as she held him close. The moment was precious, and she craved the closeness, but there was more: she didn't want him to see the full effect of his words.

"Trystan, you need to stop this. I have a reputation to uphold, and you're doing all you can to erase it. I won't have it."

"Don't worry," he laughed, stopping to place a kiss upon her head. "You're reputation will still be firmly intact, and I'll defend it to the fullest. People will believe it too because the softer side of Emily Rose... that's something reserved for those closest to you, and this year, I'm so happy that includes me."

He let out a breath as her hand smacked his chest. "Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! You're going to give me diabetes with all this sweetness."

"Fine," he smiled. "I'll dial it back. Besides, I know you're tired. Would you like to head back home?"

"I did," she said, watching the blue sky melt into a palette of purple and pink. Once more, nature put on a show for free. The air was beginning to take on a bit of a chill, but Trystans's embrace kept her warm. The truth was, she wished the moment could linger forever. "I did. But now... I don't want this to end. You're right; spring is entirely too short, and we should enjoy it."

"It is, but it's going to be a little longer this year."

"It is?"

"Sure is, spring's eternal now. I have it whenever I'm with you."

~~~~~

(I imagine about a week later, on a cold, rainy day, Trystan gave Emily the collage he created (above). She hung it on the wall in her bedroom, and though the skies were grey outside, spring was eternal... it lived in their hearts.)

#trystan x emily

[jerzwriter]

He is so fucking real.

me too hozier me too

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #obsessivecore

[jerzwriter]

Thanks so much for sharing @surrrenderronniebabe1 ! 💜

Choices Fandom Acts of Kindness - April 2024

Hello @moominofthevalley ! I am your secret pal for the @choicesfandomappreciation Acts of Kindness event. After driving relatives around to see the cherry blossoms last week, I thought this would be the perfect spring day for Trystan and Emma. But it's not all hearts and flowers; it comes with a bit of sarcasm, too. I truly hope you enjoy this, I always get nervous writing other characters, but I hope it fits! (This is some serious fluff! lol) Thanks so much for being such a kind and supportive member of the fandom—I'm so glad you're here! 🩷🩷

Spring's Eternal

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: m!Trystan Thorne x f!MC (Emily Rose)

Rating: Teen

Words: 700

Emily attempted to hide the grimace on her face as she looked at her watch. It was 6:35, and she was more than ready to go home. Her aching feet would provide the perfect excuse, but that would require admitting Trystan was right about wearing more comfortable shoes, and she was not about to give him that.

"Trystan!" she hollered, but he had already taken off. Bolting ahead with the excitement of a child who had just spotted a candy display.

In some ways, he had. The city was coming to life after its long winter slumber. Flowers seemed to pop up everywhere, dotting the cityscape with vibrant bursts of yellow, purple, pink, and blue. New York was nature's canvas, and even the most jaded native had to admit... this artist had created a masterpiece.

Its crown jewels were the cherry blossoms in Central Park, and that's where Emily thought they were heading when they headed out at the crack of dawn. But, no. Trystan insisted on starting on the Lower West Side and meandering the length of Manhattan Island until they reached the crowning glory.

Emily walked as fast as her sore legs could take her; her enthusiasm for the beautiful blossoms had diminished somewhere around Rockefeller Center, but not Trystan. Trystan spun around, camera hung around his neck, taking shot after shot after shot. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she approached him; the goofy grin on his face was priceless. No matter how much she wanted to go home, she wasn't about to deny him this, but that didn't mean she wouldn't tease him.

"Trystan Thorne," she huffed upon approach. "Do you understand that we live here? You're not a tourist; you don't have to take a million pictures to ensure you remember this all."

"Ah, but I do," he grinned. "We live in New York all year round, but these delightful pink treasures are here for a very short time, and I want to remember them."

Emily chuckled in spite of herself. She had to admit that Trystan's zeal and enthusiasm were softening this tough detective's edges, even if she didn't fully understand why.

"I don't get it. You've lived in New York for how many years? Yet you're acting like you're seeing spring in the city for the very first time."

"I am," he said, looping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her near. "After all, it's the first time I'm seeing it with you, and that makes everything immeasurably more beautiful than it was before."

Emily wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face against his body as she held him close. The moment was precious, and she craved the closeness, but there was more: she didn't want him to see the full effect of his words.

"Trystan, you need to stop this. I have a reputation to uphold, and you're doing all you can to erase it. I won't have it."

"Don't worry," he laughed, stopping to place a kiss upon her head. "You're reputation will still be firmly intact, and I'll defend it to the fullest. People will believe it too because the softer side of Emily Rose... that's something reserved for those closest to you, and this year, I'm so happy that includes me."

He let out a breath as her hand smacked his chest. "Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! You're going to give me diabetes with all this sweetness."

"Fine," he smiled. "I'll dial it back. Besides, I know you're tired. Would you like to head back home?"

"I did," she said, watching the blue sky melt into a palette of purple and pink. Once more, nature put on a show for free. The air was beginning to take on a bit of a chill, but Trystans's embrace kept her warm. The truth was, she wished the moment could linger forever. "I did. But now... I don't want this to end. You're right; spring is entirely too short, and we should enjoy it."

"It is, but it's going to be a little longer this year."

"It is?"

"Sure is, spring's eternal now. I have it whenever I'm with you."

~~~~~

(I imagine about a week later, on a cold, rainy day, Trystan gave Emily the collage he created (above). She hung it on the wall in her bedroom, and though the skies were grey outside, spring was eternal... it lived in their hearts.)

#trystan x emily

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OMG. Trystan Thorne ROMANCE NOVEL ENTHUSIAST. 🤣🤣🤣 I am SO here for it! lol

This was such a lovely little read - god, your descriptions! They're just incredible, I can feel the shelves, see the silk shirt shifting. Just beautiful. And this...

"You know what they say. Variety is the spice of life, and I do life so well."

You sure do. Never change, Trystan. Never change.

Hidden Romance

[Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose Masterlist]

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose (F!MC)

Book: Crimes of Passion

Word Count: ~800

Rating/Warning: Mostly teen, but bc of one line mature to be safe.

Prompt: @choicesmonthlychallenge: rainy day; @choicesficwriterscreations; drabble request by nonny

A/N: It's been such a long time since I've written these two that I feel like I didn't get it quite right, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

Synopsis: Lilah makes an interesting discovery at Trystan's apartment.

Her fingers grazed over the smooth silk fabric of his grey button-down shirt that had pooled on the floor from where she had tossed it the night before. A smile tugged on the corner of her lips as the events of the previous night flickered back into her thoughts. Yet, the rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain on the penthouse windows and the aroma of freshly brewing coffee kept her from lingering too long in what was. 

She pulled the luxurious fabric over her arms, bringing the collar to her nose. Inhaling his familiar scent, her smile widened despite her attempts to temper it. Deftly, she slipped three buttons through their respective holes, one after another, letting his scent wrap around her.

Her bare feet padded through his apartment, stopping in front of a large ornate bookshelf. Her fingertips danced gently over the cool spines of the many books lining its shelves. Each row was arranged neatly, every book in its place. 

She marveled at the number of titles on display, some she recognized, some she didn't, others in a language she couldn't read—Drakovian, she imagined, but she couldn't be sure that was the only language included.

She paused over a section of philosophical texts. Her brow arched as she curiously pulled one from its place on the shelf, marveling at the ornate gold filigree on its cover. She half expected the book to be unread, but the pages were worn, and she recognized his handwriting from the notes in the margins. She was about to slide it back into the open spot on the shelf when something else caught her eye. 

She removed a few more books from the shelf only to discover a series of well-worn, soft-cover romance novels hidden behind the books she had removed. A smirk tugged on her lips as she pulled the books forward, revealing a series of increasingly steamy covers with melodramatic titles.

"I hope this is to your satisf—" his voice trailed away as he found her still looking over his secret collection of books. 

"What a diverse reading collection you have here." She held one up with a particularly handsome fireman on the cover, his taut chest dripping with sweat. "I didn't know you were such a literary connoisseur." 

"You know what they say," he began, placing the tray of coffee and breakfast treats on his end table. "Variety is the spice of life, and I do life so well."

In a few long strides, he stood before her, his loosely tied robe left little for her mind to wander. "They're also a masterclass in—" his lips drew into a devilish smirk, his fingertips curling under her chin, lifting it toward him. "—human anatomy. There's nothing quite like it."

Her gaze remained unphased, not swayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes. "I take it you've never heard of Grey's Anatomy, the book, not the series?"

"Too many illustrations for my taste. I prefer the written word," he attempted to defend, his voice smooth as his thumb brushed over her lip.

"Uh-huh..." Lilah frowned, her head tipping to the side questioningly. She took a step back, picking up a book and opening a page at random. "Let's see... ah, here we go, an excellent example of said description of human anatomy," she mocked before continuing with reading a line from the text. "...he thrust his swollen spear into the glistening portal of my womanhood, a rhythm so seductive our bodies danced as one until love's sweet lava overflowed, blinding us in its brilliance." 

Trystan stifled a chuckle at her tone and the choice of passage.  "What a shining example of American literature, don't you think? I particularly enjoy the metaphors the author uses."

"You mean euphemisms."

"Still very descriptive!"

"Oh, absolutely," she nodded with a playful roll of her eyes. "Very enlightening. I'll have to add it to my reading list."

"See that you do," he encouraged. "Perhaps even borrow my copy."

"I think I'll pass." Lilah tossed the book back at him, sauntering away toward the delicious scent of the fresh coffee. "I will take that, though." 

With a delighted smirk, Trystan watched Lilah walk away from him, enjoying how the silk fabric from his shirt fell on her body. "If literary devices aren't your thing, I can certainly think of some hands-on anatomy studies we could engage in." 

She sipped the steamy beverage, letting the coffee warm through her as she picked up her phone, reading the new message on the screen. "We've got a case. With any luck, there will be a body for you to—um—assist Ruby with... for your anatomy studies."

"That's not—"

But before he could finish his protest, she had disappeared into the ensuite bathroom, her clothes gathered in her arms. 

Thank you to the Nonny who sent the request. I had fun with this even if I'm not 100% happy with how it came out. I love the idea of Trystan reading trashy romance novels lol but as I wrote this, I also considered that Trystan wouldn't hide them but I was already half done. 🤷‍♀️

#trystan x lilah #storyofmychoices

[jerzwriter]

You know here’s the beautiful thing… I don’t see any mono people being forced to be poly.

Never saw a straight person forced to be bi.

Never saw a cis person commanded to be non-binary.

So, if it’s not your thing. Cool. Just STFU about it and let people live. Mind your own damn business and go on enjoying your privilege.

#polyamory #nonbinary #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #bisexual

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OMG THIS!!!! I detest open floor plans. Detest them.

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

#get a freaking studio apartment bruh #i don’t need to see everyone all the time #I don’t want to be seen all the time #and I like some rooms messy damn it

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Didn't she! I am in love with this! Thanks so much for sharing @cariantha!

Casey x Jessica ❤️

Yeah, the plan was for me to hold off on sharing this until I got to this point in my Six Times... series. WRONG!!!!!

I was too busy screaming, crying, throwing up, and LOSING MY FREAKING MIND over this art to even imagine hoarding it. Look at them! Look at my babies; they are just perfect! Thank you so, so, so, so much @rosefuckinggenius . I cannot begin to explain how much I love this! Your talent amazes me, and your kindness makes you an absolute dream to work with. EVERYONE should commission Rose, you hear? I'm going to go lie down now...

About Casey || About Jessica || About Casey x Jessica Casey x Jessica Masterlist || My Art Commissions

#casey x jessica #rosefuckinggenius

[jerzwriter]

I’m proud of you for trying.

I’m proud of you for not giving up.

I’m proud of you for getting out of bed.

I’m proud of you for staying afloat this week.

I’m proud of you for even wanting more for yourself.

I’m proud of you, even if none of the above was achieved.

I’m proud of you for every small step taken toward healing.

#hugs #inspiration

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If there was anyone to ever get through this life With their heart still intact, they didn't do it right

Why is Hozier just perfect?

#hozier #all things end #unreal unearth

[jerzwriter]

It did’t start on 10/7.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #amnesty international

[jerzwriter]

If you are not currently screen recording your favorite Choices stories, you have no one else to blame but yourself when they are gone.

This isn’t a judgment or admonishment, this is as much a reminder for me as it is for everyone else. I need to get a few of them done and I keep putting it off, I have a feeling that will come to bite me in the ass one day if I don’t act soon.

#pixelberry choices #playchoices

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I just got the line art from my latest commission from Ainna, and I think I am having heart palpitations. 😳🥺😭😁🥰🤯

Mind. Fucking. Blown. 🤯

#cannot wait to share!!! #for the 5 of you who care lol #she blows me away