ok ik I just posted about the cover buttt-
in the new cover keefe is just looking at the “camera” w some people and an ominous looking (alvar pretty please) guy in the back. but like all the other covers have been scenes from the book
so in conclusion there is going to be a seen in the book where keefe just poses at an imaginary camera as alvar stalks him
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I think if Naegi stayed the same height in future arc maybe I’d like Naegiri a bit more…
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Is it normal to have your neck ache after a car ride? Cause I feel like it should be but I never hear anyone complain about it lol
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that Adam Driver meme but it’s about being behind in Dracula and it’s like “Every day I wake up and there’s more Dracula 😭”
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they changed the zoloft (sertraline) pills to smell/taste like vanilla and it’s so fucked up
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Ask For It & You Shall Receive
You gotta be brave enough to show up for yourself by ASKING for when you need help. This goes for the physical world and the spiritual world. People are ready to help you, but are you ready to help yourself(in a different way)? Are you ready to ask and receive and reciprocate? Are you ready to be brave and stick up for yourself enough to not let yourself fail just because you’re scared of asking for help? Speak and be confident, there is nothing to be afraid of! Everyone knows you can do it yourself! It’s obvious. But it’s time to start asking for help. You don’t need to struggle any longer. Release being hyper independent. Release the insecurity of past abandonment. “I am here now” it’s okay to relax and release the tension within yourself, you have nothing to be afraid of. You are strong. And I believe you are brave enough to release the old habits you adapted in order to survive. -Honey🐅
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~Choose your own Ending~
It wasn’t intentional. Your fist was just the first thing your brain decided to move, as the pushy ass on the beach grabbed Osamu’s arm and pulled him closer. He looked surprised, and you were too considering the arm grabbing culprit was quite a bit shorter then your friend-not-friend.
It had scared you. The look on Osamu’s face.
So even though you didn’t like his attitude and the way he was crashing your beach trip, you couldn’t stop your fist flying through the air to make contact with the punks nose and cheek.
Pain pulsed through your knuckles down to the end of your arm. Looking up through your shock, you could see hands gripping a face. A trail of blood leaking through fingers.
Holy shit.
You hadn’t realized punching someone would hurt like this. Or could make you feel so hopped up. Terror was slicing through your adrenaline as you turned and saw the people around you. They were obviously unhappy with your punch and wanted blood in retaliation.
Grabbing Osamu’s hand, you pull him into a run in the opposite direction of the mess you’d created. Yells sounded behind the two of you, and nothing could’ve been scarier than perhaps, just possibly a chainsaw wielding maniac, in those few minutes of running with Osamu.
You’re gasping for breath, drenched in sweat by the time you stop, and Osamu doesn’t appear to be in much better shape then how you’re feeling.
It takes a couple tries to get your voice working.
“Are you okay?” You choke out. This was your fault, and you really can only hope this doesn’t make him hate you even more.
“What?” He asks incredulously. “Yer asking if I’m alright?”
“Yes?” You don’t know why you wouldn’t be. You jump as Osamu starts laughing.
It turns to a chuckle before he continues,
“Why don’t we make sure your hands alright?” He holds out his hand, as if asking you to trust in his medical expertise and give him your throbbing one.
You place your hand in his.
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Fucking around at 5am and I made a peach slushee
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I have this one fic I wrote which I’m genuinely embarrassed by nowadays, but it’s also so popular that I don’t feel like I can delete it or orphan it. It’s a testament to my shame. It’s my harsh cold truth in the mirror every morning. I need it to remind me of who I can become when I’m not careful. It also reminds me I could probably kill it as a bad YA novelist churning out a trash book a year with either a canva cover or a picture of a young woman in a low back ball gown looking over her shoulder and a name like “A Crown of Nails and Beans” if I wanted to.
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I am so stressed that I started hearing things again I need to go home 😭
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