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eyup model!! Hru?? Hope all is well… but lets get to the important shit, THATS RIGHT! ITS ME, YOUR SELF PROCLAIMED FAVOURITE ANNON, ✨🌌🌙!!! Y’know, the one that writes SUPER detailed, SUPER long and SUPER off-topic-for-the-first-half requests!!!! (If I keep this up for long enough, you’re gonna have to add a ✨🌌🌙 Annon section to your master list. /hj)

that makes me think about when I first requested, I wonder how long its been.. I THINK my first req was Cut Chaos.. one sec lemme check………

AYE IN 4(ish) MONTHS IT’LL BE A YEAR SINCE I STARTED HARASSING YOU WITH MY THINK OF BRAINS!

been a while.. I’ll need to remember to write a DUMB request in june.

SO. REQUEST. YES. I DO THAT? I DO THAT.

okay so idk how to format this but here,

She/Her pronouns for plot. y/n is honestly, REALLY bad at pvp, she’s know amongst the SBI for being.. a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but the wolf has no teeth. She likes flowers, pastel pinks, purples, and blues, she likes cottage core dresses and corsets.. So on the surface she looks like a pretty, little, innocent streamer!… yeah, no. Sure, shes pretty as fuck, but little? She is SURPRISINGLY TALL. half the fan base is fully convinced EVERY photo shes in is photo shopped, but sure enough, shes 6’4! Innocent? Say the words ‘Arson’ ‘Crime’ or ‘Manslaughter’, and you practically summon her. (Every SMP she has been on, has in-fact seen not only her enemy’s but HER OWN, Builds being blown up and/or burnt to the ground AT LEAST, 3 times.) shes also know for her ADORABLE builds (shame half of them end in ash..), her parkour skills.. and uh.. being complete garbage at anything pvp.

Well twitter being twitter, a lot of sexist 12 year old boys, and Andrew tate fans like to be.. REALLY creepy and all ‘perfect house wife’ about her. (You get the gist no more detail needed.) While they may not know it(they ignore it/pretend its fake), she’s actually quite strong in real life, often picking up her friends in irl streams and running away with them as a bit (with consent ofc)! But in minecraft, that doesn’t really show.. so naturally being the absolute fucking queen she is, about a year ‘n a half ago, she decided she was gonna be fucking great at pvp. Naturally not telling anyone but techno (so he could teach her, duh) and avoiding all pvp for a year, lead to people joking about it more often.. this didn’t bother her, it was actually perfect, she had been getting better. Like really. Danm. Better. Practicing even without techno and on an alt, and at this point? It felt natural to be disappointed at a 25 win streak.. she went from 0 to about 30-40 average win streaks.. in a year and a half.. she was dedicated, okay? Her fans did notice her getting a little rusty at parkour but they just assumed she had been to busy to practice as much.. they were right but not about what she was busy doing.. So, she obviously invited the sbi, and a few other friends (Tubbo, Ranboo and Dream.) to play a custom pvp themed game, with the stream titled ‘I haven’t pvp-ed in a year and a half, and now I’m doing it again.’ where they were split into two rounds, (y/n and techno being in both but the rest in one) all in hardcore and spawned on opposite sides of the map, having 30 minutes to gear up, before pvp was turned on, and no going to the end, no other rules than one hour to be the last one standing, they could team, they could camp, they could use tnt minecrarts, they could go to the nether, anything. it was all game.

only two people expected her to crush almost everyone. I’m not even sure if those two people were expecting her to come second one round, and WIN the other.. but with her getting half the kills in round one and losing to techno in a final battle where she held her fucking ground like a boss ass mother fucker, and winning after techno killed Dream and she ambushed him after using a god apple..

lets just say after a couple things trending, a lot of fanart and A LOT of sapphic women going crazy, nobody dared to question her dedication to proving she was a fucking force to be reckoned with again.

(It also became a very popular running joke that she got more women than any other Minecraft CC.. you don’t gotta include that just- just make it cannon.. oops, dropped my gay onto the request lemme fetch that rq..) (yes, I wrote this y/n as my fuckin dream girl, I’m a simp okay..)

haha.. ha.. BRO AT THIS POINT I’M JUST WRITING A FIC AND TELLING YOU TO RE-WRITE IT BUT MAKE IT GOOD I- feel free to change what ever, the top half is mostly just context- even if you don’t do this request you should reply to it so its not lost to the void- I.. I’m sorry man I keep doing this to you-

OH WELL JUST PRETEND THIS IS WAY SHORTER THAN IT IS OR IGNORE IT IDC EITHER WAY HOPE THIS GIVES YA INSPO POOKIE (the pookie was ironic I swear-) - ✨🌌🌙 Annon

For our one year anniversary I’ll make a special section of my master list just for you bbg <3 also don’t judge me for this title I was STRUGGLING

Pairing: what the fuck anymore Actual pairing: Fem!Reader x Cc!Phil, Cc!Tommy, Cc!Technoblade, Cc!Dream, Cc!Tubbo, Cc!Ranboo

Flower Power

You were pretty happy with who you were. A badass woman who just so happened to be the epitome of flower power? Hell yeah.

Fairy lights twinkle in the background of your setup, a wall full of vines and LED signs providing extra ambience. That’s not to mention the special keyboard—resin flower keycaps, they were on sale okay—alongside your setup in general. Even your mic had cute animal stickers on it. Well, except for the one Tommy gave you of his face? It was weird.

Right now, though, you aren’t at your cute setup. No matter how much you loved it, you were at least aware that you couldn’t send every waking moment at it. You weren’t quite that much of a content machine.

So of course you go outside to film vlogs with Tommy! Totally reasonable break from filming content: film more content!

Jokes aside, you loved hanging out with your friends. Getting dressed up just for Tommy to inevitably ruin it was practically your good luck ritual. The sheer number of skirts, shawls, and even socks he owes you is astronomical.

Today he had promised nothing messy (for once), so you took your chance. Pale blue corset embroidered with flowers and a flowy white skirt, you were practically screaming your aesthetic to anyone who looked at you. And Ranboo had given you a dandelion for your hair, which only added to it.

”Tall fuckers to the back for the photo!” Tommy shouts, and the poor bystander he roped into taking the photo stares. “Which obviously means me—“

“Get your short ass back in front.” You order, snagging his shoulders and forcing him in front of you. From your side, Ranboo snickers.

“Welcome to the club, king.” Tubbo tells Tommy before grinning at the camera.

“What the fuck.” He grumbles. “She’s hardly any taller than me!”

“Keep lying to yourself.” You put your elbow on his head, just to add insult to injury.

“Um, I got the photo I think.” The stranger says, holding Tommy’s phone out to him. He takes it without even looking at the photos.

“Thanks.” He says after you clear your throat pointedly to prompt him.

Seeing their chance to escape, the person just nods and hurries off without a single glance back. Probably glad to be rid of your wayward group of streamers and YouTubers.

“It’s a decent photo.” Tommy begrudgingly admits.

“It’s my cue to leave, actually. I’ve got plans.” Tubbo says, checking his phone.

“Why do you get more bitches than me?” Tommy whines.

“…it’s my mother.”

“And we all know I get the most bitches.” You jump in, high-fiving Ranboo blindly. You nearly hit his face, but that’s okay. It would’ve been funny.

“Oh shut the fuck up.” Tommy elbows you, all gangly limbs and pointy bones. “We’re playing Minecraft later, right?”

“Not me.” Tubbo reminds him.

“No shit. I was talking to these two idiots.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll be on.” You lean over him, looking at his phone for the time. “You’re aware we need to leave if we want to make your stupid fucking steam time?”

He looks down, eyes widening. “Oh shit!”

Just for making you run home, you blow up his house on Minecraft. For the fourth time. It was ugly looking anyway, nothing like your adorable mushroom house, so he was practically begging for it to be exploded.

It’s his fault. Always.

“You really want to attack me from there?”

Your hands freeze on your keyboard mid-movement, making your character in game also freeze at Techno’s words.

“Not anymore?” You laugh nervously.

“Right answer. Try this again and I’ll pretend like I don’t see you.”

PvP training was going great, and by that you mean you’ve been killed every single time by one swing of his axe. It was no secret that you were bad at fighting. Your go-to tactic was to load up on TnT and hope for the best, which met… many criticisms.

And you were sick and tired of it. It’s time to reinstate your badass reputation and become a ruthless killer in a video game. Innocent bedwars players would never know what hit them! Hopefully, at least. Right now, you’re still working on that.

“Fuck!” You exclaim as Techno kills you yet again, the respawn screen flashing up.

“If you with to defeat me, train for another—“

“I’m trying!”

@ GenericUsername Anyone else notice that our resident flower girl has been avoiding PvP… poor girl is TIRED of being flamed

-> @ EatingLipSkin She deserves it for how shit she is for dying to magma blocks that one time

Slowly, so fucking slowly, you watch your bedwars win streak increase. Slowly, you watch your skywars win streak increase.

Somehow, against literally all odds, you’re learning how to girlboss PvP. Although when you told Techno that he seemed mildly confused, but you were definitely girlbossing PvP.

Which was exactly why you knew this stream was a good idea.

After a year and a half, you were hosting a huge stream with a bunch of your friends competing in a PvP tournament. Tommy insisted on there being a prize, so whoever wins gets the highly esteemed Tesco’s gift card you’ve had in your desk for five months. A battle of true honor, of epic consequences.

“Alright guys, so here’s my plan.” You tell your stream, mining some wood to craft basic tools. Everyone has 30 minutes to gear up, then it’s an hour till the winner is crowned. With the map having a small border, you’re counting on some cheeky kills from sneaking up on others. “I mine first, stock up on iron. Make a diamond axe if I can, but mostly go for lava buckets and backup gear.”

Your plan is put into motion quickly. With the new iron veins, it’s incredibly easy for you to get geared up within fifteen minutes. Venturing back up to the surface for food, you spot Tubbo without any armor killing sheep.

Perfect.

Sneaking to hide your name tag, you venture up a tree to get closer to him. You added a proximity mod, so you can hear him talking to his stream.

“We need lots of food, chat. All these guys— these guys don’t know the importance of food!” He’s saying. It’s a smart plan; if only you weren’t planning on killing him and taking his food.

“Hi Tubbo!” You shout, dropping down and killing him with a few swipes of your axe. “One down, just a few more to go!”

As people die left and right—most dying to you, to everyone’s surprise—you pointedly avoid Technoblade. The student will never surpass the master, after all. All your tricks came from his playbook and you really didn’t want to see how competitive he’d get for a gift card he’d never even use.

Dream was slain by Technoblade

Your eyes widen in surprise at the chat message, quickly stretching your fingers to press tab and bring up the list of players left alive. Only yours and Techno’s show.

“Oh no.” You breathe, freezing. “Oh God, chat. I have to murder Technoblade. I have to disassemble his organs and destroy his aorta.”

Suddenly, you’re paranoid as all hell. Randomly going into F5 as you kill cows, checking every angle.

“The student thinks she can challenge the master?” Techno asks, and you shriek in surprise as he digs up from below you.

“I fucking knew you’d say that! You predictable pig!”

“But you didn’t know where I was going to come from.” He points out. You know him well enough to detect the faint line of amusement in the words.

You groan, eating a steak. “Let’s dance, Technoblade.”

“Let’s die, actually.”

He comes at you with an axe, immediately disabling your shield. In retaliation, you swap to a fishing rod to lure him back in when he tried to run off.

As the two of you fight, you find yourself getting closer to your monitor, keeping your mouth shut as you concentrate. Fingers flying across the keys, you scroll to your lava bucket and attempt to burn him. By some miracle, he manages to avoid it and get a hit in on you.

“Oh my God.” You breathe at seeing how many hearts it takes. “Is that fucking enchanted?”

“Is yours not? Get good, nerd.”

You jump past him, placing a quick block to act as a barrier as you smack him with your own axe. Diamond, so it should make up for the difference in strength of his enchanted iron axe.

He loops around a tree, but you momentarily lose track of him. “Where the fuck—?”

As you notice your hearts depleting, you whirl around. Instead of doing the smart thing a retreating, you jump forward and crit him out. If he were any other player (cough cough, Tommy), he’d run. But he’s Technoblade. And all he does is crit you in return, killing you.

“Fuck.” You groan, leaning back in the chair.

<Technoblade> If you wish to defeat me train for another 100 years

Rolling your eyes at the chat message, all you can do is wait for the server to be reset with a new map and everyone living again.

You do the same tactic again, gearing up as quick as possible. It seems like other people have stolen your idea, but go about it in different ways based on the achievements. In the chat, you watch as Ranboo gets the achievement for entering the nether and then Tommy gets it right after.

“I will gift twenty subs if one of them isn’t dead within… five minutes.” You wager to your chat, laughing slightly. They’re still busy freaking out that you placed second last round, making you smile. “Guys, what’s wrong? You didn’t think I’d get kills? What am I known for if not manslaughter?”

A few minutes later—just under five minutes, might you note—Ranboo’s death message pops up. And then so does Tommy’s. Ranboo was killed by Tommy, but apparently Tommy burned to death? You can definitely picture his dumb ass walking into fire.

“Well… looks like I’m aiming for Phil.” You sigh. “I’d feel too bad to kill Tubbo again. But I’m not fucking with Dream or Techno— losing fights and all that.”

You start mining up to the surface, digging through some deep slate you had gone through. “Wait, is this wood?” You ask, scrolling to your axe to mine through the oak planks. You mine directly through a mineshaft, gasping in surprise. “Oh!”

There’s a chest in a minecart right in front of you, so you open it, hoping for some cheeky diamonds. You’ll even take wheat; food is food.

“Oh my God!” You shriek, probably bursting more than a few eardrums. “A god apple— oh my god! We’re fucking winning this one, guys! Cower at my name! But first we’re getting out of here before a spider kills me.”

You run around for a few minutes before stumbling into Dream and promptly running the other way directly into Phil’s house. Why he was building a house on a PvP server? You’ll never know.

“Oh, hi mate, what’re you doing?” He asks, hands empty of any weapons. You scroll onto your flint and steel silently. “Listen. We can talk about this. You don’t need to do this.”

“It’s too late, Philza Minecraft.” You answer, lighting some of the logs on fire. “Should’ve made it out of stone!”

Turning, you light the ground under him on fire then scroll over to your axe. He’s not expecting it, and although he gets a hit in with his empty fists, you still kill him.

“Just Techno and Dream left now.” You note. “Let’s just… hope they battle it out.”

To keep yourself occupied as you wait for the last five minutes before the borders shrink, you start setting cows on fire and collecting flowers. Poppies and dandelions fill your inventory, your little good luck charms.

“Alright guys. Someone go sneak into Techno’s chat and snitch on what’s happening for me.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Kidding, kidding. Don’t do that.”

Just as the one-minute warning pops up I no chat, Techno’s death message does. You gasp loudly, before grinning. “It’s my time to shine! I’ll avenge Techno!”

The world border starts to shrink behind you, but you’re already on the move. Knowing Dream, he’ll probably be in the center of the map. If you can catch him while he’s looting Techno’s body, you have no chance of losing.

“Stop saying good luck chat, I don’t need any good luck.” You grin, spotting Dream’s name tag. “I’ve got skill.”

Before you throw yourself at him, you eat your enchanted golden apple. If you trade blows, you’ll end up winning with the extra health. And two hearts is all you need.

“Ohhhh Dream!” You shout, catching him with a swing of your axe as you jump past him.

“AHH— what the fuck? Where did you come from?” He runs after you, making you do awkward jumping around to avoid his fishing rod.

“Stop! Stop that, I can’t— Dream!”

“Are you regenerating? Did you go to the nether?” He asks, and you can’t help but smile.

Because God apples don’t just give you extra hearts; they give you regeneration.

“I did one better.”

You hit him with your axe again, trading blows with him just like you thought you might.

“You’ve got to be low, how low are you?” He asks, hitting you again, but it’s too late. His body explodes on his death, his items flying out everywhere. You throw your chair back, jumping up and shouting.

“SUCK MY FUCKING DICK HATERS! I’M THE NEW PVP GODDESS AROUND HERE!”

@ WomenLover MOMMY? SORRY... MOMMY? SORRY

->@ TheRealBIcon dont be sorry we all thinking it she HOT HOT

@ S4pph1cSarah Anyone else see that fanart of her winning the PvP tournament… woo boy…. I’m… not okay…

@ S4pph1cSarah A thread of the HOTTEST fanart I’ve ever seen of our beloved streamer <3

@ SmexyWomenNearMe Me: “where is she?” “Her parkour skills are rusty how odd” “she’s streaming less” Her: “Watch this fuckos I’m badass and a killer”

->@ TwilightReference ”this is the face of a killer Bella”

@ CottagecoreBadass Can we talk about how dedicated she is? Like yeah she’s hot. So hot. But she’s also insanely badass and commited???

->@ CuteBuilder101 Best type of woman fr fr ->@ StarAnon Cottagecore + badass + chaotic force of nature = her (my dream woman)

@ StarAnon She really just drew all the women lovers outta hiding huh

@ ThisIsTheWriter Idk if I want to be her or if I want her but man. Oh man. I’m so bi.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #technoblade #tubbo x reader #tubbo #tubbo x you #ranboo x reader #ranboo mcyt #ranboolive #ranboo #philza x reader #philza

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 8 days

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🦇 Late Bloomer Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

❓ #QOTD What's your favorite type of flower? ❓ 🦇 After winning the lottery, Opal Devlin puts all her money in a failing flower farm, only to find an angry (albeit gorgeous) Pepper Boden already living there. Though she's unable to find her grandmother's will, Pepper claims she's the rightful owner of Thistle and Bloom Farms. While they agree to cohabitate, Opal and Pepper clash at every turn. Can something softer blossom between these polar opposites, allowing a new dream to take root and grow?

💜 Oh. My. (Sappho.) Goddess. You may think you know Mazey Eddings' writing style, but I assure you, you do not. Many of us read The Plus One and/or Tily in Technicolor last year, but truly, Eddings has far exceeded herself with this one. As a neurodiverse author, Eddings' stories often have some element of neurodiversity / mental health, shining a light on the different ways people's brains work while embracing those differences through beautiful, realistic characters. Opal and Pepper are no different, both on the spectrum yet unique in their behaviors and view of the world. These women are not predictable, pre-programmed components of a story; they are ever-blooming, learning how to plant roots alongside one another, share sunlight, and rise despite being different species. Both plants, growing and adapting to different elements, yet very much the same. While Opal and Pepper have always struggled to fit in with the world around them, they manage to cultivate a safe, healthy garden for one another.

💜 This is one of those overwhelming, layered, awe-inspiring sapphic stories that will tug at your heartstrings long after you read it. Eddings' language leaps off the page, making it a little reminiscent of One Last Stop (be still, my little sapphic heart). I've beyond annotated Late Bloomer, when I'm usually selective about choosing quotes. You don't just see love blossom between these two women; you feel it. It made me smile, laugh, get all messy and misty-eyed. As I said, neither woman is predictable. Opal feels directionless at the story's start, allowing her (fake) best friend and (on/off) ex to step all over her. I expected her to be the wallflower, especially with the BITE we see from Pepper (pun unintended) in her first chapter, but the two balance each other out. When Pepper feels uncertain or anxious, Opal steps forward, bold and unwavering. When Opal begins to crumble, Pepper holds her up. They support each other, never allowing the other to wilt.

💙 Unfortunately, this book relies heavily on miscommunication. Both women are eager to hide their real feelings at the risk of scaring the other. That lack of communication continues until almost the last chapter.

🦇 Recommended for fans of One Last Stop and Imogen, Obviously. Side note: please, please read the author's note. Good goddess.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🌼 Neurodivergency/Autism Spectrum 🌸 Sapphic Romance 🌷 Grief/Healing 🌹 Forced Proximity ⚡ Spicy/First Time 🪻 Cottage Core Vibes 🪻 One Bed ⚡ Touch Her and You Die 🌹 Dual POV 🌷 Miscommunication 🌸 Flower Competition 🌻 Grumpy/Sunshine

🦇 Major thanks to the author @mazeyeddings and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book. #LateBloomer

💬 Quotes ❝ I’m constantly trying to define myself, to fit nicely and neatly into the boxes and spaces I attempt to occupy. All I’ve ever really wanted to do was belong. Somewhere. Anywhere. ❞ ❝ Slowly, she leans toward me, and my heart pounds so violently in my chest that my head swims. Is she . . . It almost seems like she’s going to press that smile to my mouth. Teach me how it tastes. ❞ ❝ I gave up perfection in any other aspect of my life long ago. It’s simply not possible with a brain like mine. But my art is different; it’s the better version of me, the one I wish people could know me by. ❞ ❝ Ah. There’s the you I missed. ❞ ❝ I used to stress over finding a label that fit me. Lesbian. Bisexual. Pan. Demi . . . I’ve filtered through them all many times over, none ever feeling quite right. Just say queer and move on with your life, Diksha finally told me late one night after what was probably my sixth sexual identity crisis of my early twenties. But what does that mean? I’d wailed, draining more boxed wine into my plastic cup. My brain loves order and labels and concise frameworks to understand things, and not knowing where I fit feels unbearable. It means you’re you, and only you get to decide who you like and when you like them, Tal had said from their chair in the corner. The name of your feelings isn’t anyone’s business but yours. ❞ ❝ But instead, she reaches out to me— opening her hand like a flower unfurling its petals to the sun. I stare at it. The ink stains and calluses and chipped nails and bitten cuticles. For a moment, that hand looks like a second chance. ❞ ❝ Fuck anything and anyone that made you have to survive instead of live. You deserve a life so peaceful it feels deliciously boring. A life filled with flowers and sunny days and people that show you all the time that you’re valued and worthy. You deserve it all.” ❞ ❝ “Her poems spoke softly— as intimately as confessions between lovers—about the terrible, wonderful ache of being in love.” ❞ ❝ Messy and radiant and ours. ❞

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ARC Review of Late Bloomer by Mazey Eddings

Rating: 4/5 Heat Level: 3.75/5 Publication Date: April 16th

Premise:

A sapphic opposites-attract romance; Opal gets conned into buying a flower farm with her lottery winnings, only to find out it's already owned by Pepper. The farm is failing and the two women decide the best way to save it is entering a national flower show competition.

My review:

This was the sapphic cottage-core romance of my dreams! Opal wins the lottery and in an effort to distance herself from her mooch-y fake friends, she escapes by buying the Thistle and Bloom. Enter Pepper, grumpy flower farmer and actual(?) owner, and the two of them quickly come to the agreement that they'll live together as roommates while they sort out the situation and enter a flower sculpture competition for the prize money.

I loved the idea of both Opal and Pepper finding refuge in the Thistle and Bloom at different points in their life. Both have been hurt in the past and the farm is their safe space as well as the source of inspiration for their art (the way the author describes growing flowers absolutely sounds like an art form; not to mention Opal's shoe-painting business), which is why it's all the more important that they save it from bankruptcy. However, things get further complicated when they begin a no-strings, no-feelings sexual relationship when obviously, there are some very real feelings growing between them.

I really like the way Mazey Eddings wrote both Opal and Pepper's characters; they come across as somewhat messy zillennials (complete with doctoring their own hair to fit their mood)— and they are! Opal and Pepper are 24 and 26 respectively. I saw some reviews call them immature but as someone around their age, I completely sympathize with the way they're both just trying to get by financially while navigating a new relationship. Like, there is a third act break-up that some might see as an overreaction, but I think it fits the pattern of their prior relationships, and the way they react makes sense. What I could have done with less of is the amount of zillenial pop culture references— from 3 different Taylor Swift references to Phoebe Bridgers and Timothee Chalamet. I feel like constant pop culture references tend to date a book.

This book has queer rep and neurodivergent rep; Opal is bisexual and Pepper identifies as queer, and both women are on the spectrum. I appreciate how Mazey Eddings also wrote in multiple queer side characters, as well as how she portrayed neurodiversity— everything from Opal's autism and ADHD causing her use alcohol as an unhealthy coping mechanism to Pepper's sensory sensitivities that cause her to dislike large crowds.

The sex:

I was pleasantly surprised by the sex scenes in this book! They're pretty damn hot and varied, super emotional as time goes on, and I loved the dynamic— Opal is the more assertive one in bed, which leads to some solid dirty talk on her part (it's also in contrast to how she is out of bed because she tends to waffle over a lot of decision making), while Pepper is a little more rough and uncertain but she also has this stern edge. And of course there's greenhouse sex because what even is the point otherwise.

Overall:

I had so much fun reading this book— it had so many laugh-out-loud moments while at the same time Opal and Pepper were such intensely sympathetic characters, perhaps even more so because they were not above messing up (also can we talk about the epilogue?? What Opal did for Pepper is literally the most romantic thing a person can do in this economy). I would recommend this book to anyone looking for an emotionally satisfying romcom that also brings the heat.

Thank you to St. Martin's Press and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my review.

#netgalley #arc #arc review #mazey eddings #St. Martin's Press #romance novels #sapphic romance #contemporary romance

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marzfartz · 11 months

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Since it's pride month again I wanted to share here the sapphic shoes I hand-painted last year, they're based on Sappho's poetry and have quite a hefty amount of reference so if you're interested I'll leave my statement on them below!

Voicing our Pride: A visual representation of Sapphic poetry

Surely once you too were a delicate child: come now, sing this, all of you, add your voices to our celebration and grace us with your company [ – Sappho

Pride is more than just a celebration of queer identities; it is a celebration of both the struggles and successes in queer history. In order to represent this, I turned to one of the earliest queer poets: Sappho, an Archaic Greek poetess known for writing on themes of wlw (women-loving-women) love.

The overarching motif of the shoe are rainbow auroras that move across the shoes without regard for the physical panel design. The rainbow represents the original pride flag, while the free-flowing movement across panels represents how queer people are often seen as breaking gender and sexuality boundaries put in place by society. Also depicted across the shoes are birds representing freedom as they take to the sky, as in the lines:

Then beautiful swift sparrows led you over the black earth from the sky through the middle air, whirling their wings into a blur.

The right shoe features two women holding each other and smiling intimately, while the left shoe depicts a close-up of clasped hands; both of these are inspired by vintage black and white photos. Again, this ties into one of the main themes of Pride: celebrating the relationships of LGBT people of the past who may not have had the same freedoms, acceptance, and opportunities as queer people have now. I chose to again tie this imagery to Sappho’s poetry adding violets, as well as giving one of the women violet hair, as these flowers are a representation of sapphic love:

maidens [ all night keeping vigil [ make a song someday of your love and of your violet-lapped bride.

On the inside heels of each shoe are two more images related to Sappho’s poetry. The boat is a reference to the line that even ships are not as beautiful as what one loves:

Some say an army of horsemen, some of footsoldiers, some of ships, is the fairest thing on the black earth, but I say it is what one loves.

This could also depict the story referenced later in the same poem of Helen leaving the city of Troy, sailing away to follow after the goddess with whom she has fallen in love. In a broader sense, the ship can also symbolize journeys and exploration, which are themes young queer people often find to be resonant as they explore their own self-identities. Contrasting the ship, the cottage overgrown with vines on the other shoe’s inner heel represents the safety of home. Many young queer people dream of finding a safe place to call home where they can be accepted and loved, where they can take root in order to grow into their best selves. Together, the ship and cottage combine to represent the possibilities of the future.

The imagery all around the shoes are tied together by gold detailing portraying stars, rays of light, and phases of the moon. Sappho speaks of the splendor of the stars in one of her fragmented poems, personifying the moon as a beautiful woman to whom Sappho speaks lovingly:

As the stars surrounding the lovely moon will hide away the splendor of their appearance when in all her fullness she shines the brightest

Gold lines and stars also spill out from the illustration of a face on the left shoe, representing the voice of Sappho’s subject, likely the woman she loved:

listening from closeby to the sweetness of your voice as you talk, the sweetness of your laughter: yes, that—I swear it— sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, since once I look at you for a moment, I can’t speak any longer

Alternatively, these gold lines could represent the voice of the Poetess herself, or even the collective voice of all queer people throughout history. In today’s world, Pride allows us to amplify our voices and celebrate our stories and emotions just as Sappho did in her time.

#my art #pride art #pride month #sappho #shoe art #lesbian #sapphic #sapphic art #sapphic love #happy pride 🌈

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queerbuckleys · 7 months

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GET TO KNOW ME tagged by @eddiediaaz @singlethread and @hippolotamus

nicknames: [redacted] (when i was younger, maybe one day i'll tell you), monkey (only by family), pancake, cinnamon roll overlord

zodiac: cancer leo taurus (virgo)

height: 5'5-6"

favorite music: singer song writer, pop are my most listened to but honestly i don't pay attention to genre, if i like the song i like the song

sweet/savory/spicy: sweet!

relationship status: taken heheheh 🥰

followers: about 3k

following: 405

do you get asks: yeah

amount of sleep: last night, uhhhh i think a total of like 7

what are you wearing: a black tshirt and underwear

dream job: dresser on broadway

languages: fluently: english, some: german, ASL, spanish, and mandarin

random fact: uhhhhh I don’t know i love giving gifts

aesthetic: light academia, cottage in the woods vibes but make it an apartment in the city

last song: no control by 1D (my daylist had an agenda today)

last film: twilight: new moon

currently reading: the perks of loving a wallflower, aka sapphic regency romance :P

currently watching: HTGAWM is my current like tv show, but im sorta taking a break and watching random youtube videos for some reason

current obsession: makin tiny pumpkins and friendship bracelets

last thing you googled: i think it was directions to joanns yesterday?

tagging: @theyarnmaidstale @queertartt @cowboydiazes @cowboy-buddie @honestlydarkprincess

#tag games

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nkogneatho · 20 days

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my sapphic dream is to live in a cottage with my girlfriend where we raise rabbits and cats, have our own little garden with variety of flowers and we grow our own food. she bakes sourdough bread for me and i hang out our cotton clothes dry. we then lay on the grass on the hill where our little cottage is settled and our cats and bunnies play around us. life is good.

#pasi.txt

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stargazeraldroth · 8 months

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There's nothing quite like playing the Sims just to create the Sans AUs and then some in it. I have designated homes for my Errorink, Cream, Fluffynight, Outerberry, and Nim x Lanny characters. I also have the power to design them all as hot women (can you be a sapphic aroace-?)

The Errorink, Fluffynight, and Nim x Lanny families are going to live in Glimmerbrook (because they're secretive magic people). The Cream family lives in the world that came with Cottage Living, I forget what it's called, because cottagecore girlies <3 (also because Dream would absolutely raise a bunch of farm animals if given the choice. Outerberry fam lives somewhere in whatever the first world's called, wherever the Goth family lives

Now all I need to decide is whether PJ or Gradient gets the balcony bedroom...

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izzibreezi · 6 months

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Just wanna introduce these characters again if they haven't already been introduced. I'll be brief cuz it's late and I'm tired.

Y'all already know Flan and Luster so (yes I updated their designs a bit. The first ones I did looked so ugly)

Sister Ramona raised both Luster and Piccolo. The two are kind of like siblings but also childhood friends??? If that makes any sense.

Helena and Brim were old OCs of mine and I really wanted to bring them back. They're just a demon and undead person living in a cottage, being very gay and living the sapphic cottage core dream.

I haven't really decided how they'll fit into the story, but I'm working on it :)

#oc stuff #oc info

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leftoverenvy · 2 years

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 5)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18); very slow burn

Word Count: 3.7k

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Chapter 5 - Terms and Conditions

Emily moved to get out of the car, so I followed her lead. She rushed around the front of the car to my side and stuck her hand out for me to help me out. Chivalry was very important to Emily, I noted. I slipped my hand in hers, expecting her to drop it as soon as I was out. To my surprise, she clasped our hands together and walked me to the front door.

Her house was huge. Our half hour drive time plus the fact that it was dark and quiet indicated we were outside DC. I could hear running water nearby. I couldn't tell if it was a fountain or a river. The sconces illuminated our way as well as her home. It looked like a cottage tucked away in the forest if cottages could be mansions. "You don't live in the city?"

"I like to be halfway between Quantico and DC. Plus, this is a bit more private." Our hands continued to swing between us as she pulled me up the path to the front door. I turned towards her, expecting her to open the door and lead me inside. She leaned in slowly. My heart took off in a sprint, pounding so loudly in my chest Emily could probably hear it over the night's silence. It was too early. We had only been out once. We were still getting to know each other. Though my brain rationally understood that, my heart was still excited for this. My body was excited to know what her lips felt like on mine.

The closer she got, the easier it was to smell her sweet scent. It washed over me, emptying my head of everything but her. My breathing increased; my chest heaved. I noticed her eyes flicker down and then smirk back up at me. "Excuse me, Indi. I have to unlock the door."

I deflated like a balloon – my lungs, my hopes, my dreams. And immediately I was filled with red-hot embarrassment. Of course she wasn't going to kiss me this early. She hadn't even indicated that she wanted anything physical. I was so young, so naive. Obviously, she wouldn't be attracted to that. I needed to be more sophisticated. That's what she was used to, and it's what she deserved.

She placed her hand at the small of my back again and shuffled me inside. She flipped on some lights, and I was shocked by what I saw. For some reason I expected sleek metallics, lots of blacks and silver. I expected a cold, staged house. Rather, we walked through a foyer and hallway into her huge, open living room connected to a very large kitchen. Everything was warm, plush, and cozy. There were candles, books, and blankets sprinkled throughout the room. It felt like home. The back wall was a row of French doors, the glass panes allowing the moonlight to stream through.

I noticed the moonlight glint off something in the backyard. "Do you have a pool?" I asked, looking out the French doors.

"It's the creek. You should see the sunrise over it. It's gorgeous. It's actually why I picked this property," she said softly.

But as beautiful as the room was, my eyes wandered to the huge piano in the corner. It was sleek and gorgeous. An absolute dream. She had it facing so that I could imagine myself playing and looking out the windows watching the sun set over the creek. I yearned for that to happen, but it was rude to expect to commandeer her piano. I looked down, embarrassed I had let my thoughts get away from me like that. This wasn't my home. I was in someone else's home – at the whim of a stranger, too poor to pay my own bills. I was a glorified whore.

I felt a finger on my chin, tilting my face up gently. She pulled my gaze up to meet hers. "I know you're dying to play. You're incredibly talented – I watched the video on your profile. Would you play for me sometime?"

"You mean that?" I asked, hope swelling in my chest. But then something shifted. My lips parted on a gasp. Her eyes entranced me. There was an unbearable tenderness in them that made my heart yearn for something. I never liked brown eyes before. But hers were so rich and deep, I lost myself in them. My embarrassment faded into a pleasant anticipation swirling in my stomach for the thousandth time tonight.

I was already losing myself in Emily. I bit my lip in worry. Emily was making me feel and think things I never had before. Who would I be at the end of all this? How much of myself was I going to lose? It didn't matter though. Because looking in her eyes, I knew that no matter what happened, it would be worth it. Any second spent with her would be worth whatever was to come.

She interrupted my self-doubt. "If we do this, it's yours to play whenever you want. I can't play. As of now, it is the most expensive decoration in the house. It deserves someone as talented as you to play it. I'd expect you to play if you want to do this."

"Come," she said holding her hand out. She pulled me to the couch. "Do you want a drink? I think I have a bottle of wine."

"I'm okay, Emily. Thank you though."

Unlike the "easy" questions Emily asked at dinner, she was done holding back. "What were your parents like?" I stiffened; I hadn't talked about my parents in over a year.

"Uhm." I swallowed thickly.

"I'm sorry, I was only curious. You're such a wonderful young woman. I'm just trying to learn how you got here. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"No," I hesitated, "It's fine…I just-" I interrupted myself with a sigh. "It's just been a while since anyone's asked about them," I admitted. I was touched Emily cared enough to ask. "My mom was incredible. She was one of those people that was just so carefree, so outgoing, you couldn't help but love her. I was more like my dad, though. We were both content to just be present, take it all in."

I looked down and bit my lip, willing myself not to cry. "I used to fight with my mom a lot," I whispered. "Because we were so different. I didn't think she understood me. She couldn't understand why I wanted to be alone so much. She always pushed me to go out and live in the world, not just read about it in a book. Her and Penelope would have gotten on great."

"She sounds like a force to be reckoned with."

"Yeah," I finished lamely. "Anyway, they were so supportive of my music. I just wish they could see me now," I lamented.

"You don't believe they can see you now?"

I hedged. "Do you?"

"No."

"Me neither. I wish I could believe in Heaven and all that. I just…don't." I hoped I wasn't offending her. I didn't know how we got to this heavy topic. It was dangerous territory: one wrong word and Emily could call this all off.

"I came to terms pretty early with abandoning my faith." I looked up at her in shock. I was desperate to hear more. I could tell she had a heart-wrenching story longing to come out. I could see it behind her eyes. "Maybe that's a conversation for another day…"

"Alright," I agreed, hiding my disappointment. I didn't want to push her. There was something so guarded about Emily. It would take a long time to knock her walls down. But they didn't scare me.

She was quiet for a few beats and then asked, "How long have you been out?" So we weren't done with the super personal questions after all.

"As long as I can remember really. Sometime in middle school. It wasn't a big deal for my parents, so when I realized I liked girls, it wasn't a big deal for me either. I was really lucky."

"Sounds like it. That's really nice. Everyone deserves that," she said wistfully.

"I take it you didn't have that?"

"No," she said matter-of-factly. "But I don't actually think it's about being gay. If it weren't that, it would be something else with my mother. She's an ambassador, so it's all about the political capital, the public perception. I grew up all over the world, never really finding home. I was never anywhere long enough to lay down roots."

"I'm sorry, Em." And I really was. What a horrible way to grow up. I couldn't fathom not having supportive parents who loved me unconditionally. It was inconceivable to me to have parents that only used you as a pawn in their political gains. Though my childhood was cut short by unspeakable tragedy, my heart ached for the childhood I was now sure Emily didn't have. "I wish things had been different for you."

She cleared her throat and asked, "What would you do if not for music?" not so subtly changing the subject.

My brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"If you weren't studying music, if you weren't going to pursue a career playing piano, what would you do instead?"

I let a puff of air out. I genuinely had no idea. It had never occurred to me to form a backup plan; this was always the plan. "I don't know," I said, still thinking. "I honestly have never thought about it."

She didn't have another question, so I asked, "What about you? What would you do if you weren't in the BAU?"

"Well, I didn't always work at the FBI, but I have always done this type of work. I've only been with the FBI for about two years now, but I did similar work abroad. I'm kind of with you though – I don't know what I would do if not this."

I smiled. There was something nice about loving what you did so much you couldn't imagine doing anything else. I liked that Emily loved her job. "What made you come to the FBI?"

"I was on assignment where I was undercover. What I didn't realize when I took the job was that meant working 24/7. You're always on the job. It was exhausting. Even though I'm always working, I'm still working less than I did a few years ago. It was a nice, slower job."

"Wow, you really are a super spy saving the world." My thoughts betrayed my words though. I wanted to seem supportive but I couldn't fathom her working more hours than she did now. Her current job was a "slow" job to her? I had already seen firsthand how much she worked. She was the definition of a workaholic.

She chuckled. "I wouldn't go that far, Indi. It's nice, if not a bit lonely."

I tilted my head at her. "What do you mean by that?"

She sighed as if she were upset with herself. "I very stupidly started dating a coworker. When we ended things, it was bumpy and awkward. Still is even though it's been several months now."

My mind was spinning a mile a minute. Why was I jealous? She was perfectly free to date before me. Hell, she was perfectly free to date now. What we had wasn't real. And yet, I wanted to be special to her for some reason. "That must have been hard, dating a coworker. Is that even allowed?"

She laughed. "No. It's very much discouraged. We kept it a secret…Well," she stopped herself, "Mostly a secret."

"Is that very awkward to work with your ex?" I bit my lip, hoping desperately I was being nonchalant enough about this.

"Most days, no. But every now and then something crops up that stirs the pot." I had the sudden urge to wrap her in my arms. She looked like she could use a hug. I didn't know where we stood though. We hadn't actually formed an agreement, and there wasn't any word on touching the last time we spoke.

She looked at me for a few seconds and then randomly blurted, "You're too good to be true. What are you really doing on SugarBook? Surely not to just get help with the bills…"

I laughed in her face. I didn't mean to; it was incredibly rude. I was too good to be true? She was every young lesbian's fantasy. Rich, beautiful, smart, not overbearing. "You can't be serious! What are you doing on SugarBook? I am certain you could date and have your choice of any gay woman in the DC metro, maybe even up to New York. And maybe even some of the straight women, too."

She snorted at that. "I told you. I want someone to go with me to the events I have coming up. Trying to date is exhausting. Women only hang around me for my money or leave after a few months because of my work schedule. I haven't had much success dating…"

"I find that incredibly hard to believe," I said before I could stop myself.

"Why's that so hard to believe? I feel the same way about you." And though I didn't believe in fate, something inside me thought maybe there was something to it after all. It was like Emily and I were destined for each other.

"Well, I'm really just looking to pay this bill," I reminded. I couldn't help but feel uneasy at the irony of it all. Emily didn't like dating because women were only after her money, so she voluntarily entered into a relationship where I was only after her money? I continued, "I was worried I would have to drop out after this semester because I couldn't afford it."

"Speaking of," she changed the subject again, "Can you email me your school information and give me permission to pay this bill? I'm not sure what is required administratively to give me access. Or would you prefer if I sent you the check and then you apply it to your account?"

"What's easiest for you?" I asked, still in disbelief this was really happening.

"Frankly, it would be easiest just to link my checking account to your school account so any bill could just be auto-drafted." My eyes widened.

"You don't even want a bill? To see the charges?" She shook her head. "What if I went to the bookstore and bought a new laptop and headphones?" I asked, trying to think of the most ludicrous charges I could rack up.

She shrugged. "I'd consider it a school expense." I thought my eyes might pop out of my head. "I also know that you are unreasonably worried about what I'm spending on you. So I think I'm safe from you making 'unnecessary' purchases," she said putting air quotes around it.

"Yeah," I chuckled nervously, "I suppose that's true…" I bit my lip, struggling to find the words for how to bring this up. Hell, just jump in. "So uh, about the terms you sent the other day…"

"Yes?" She shifted her weight, crossing her long legs and propping her head up with the arm resting on the back of the couch.

"I uh," I gulped. "I noticed you…" Jesus Indi, spit it out. "I noticed you didn't mention anything physical."

"That was intentional," she stated plainly. And she didn't elaborate. I stared at her, unsure how to ask what I was dying to know. Didn't she find me attractive that way? Wasn't she interested in me like that? She started chewing on her pointer fingernail. Was Emily nervous? She always seemed so sure of herself. I had a feeling this wasn't something one saw often.

"I told you. I'm interested in companionship and dates to social functions over the next few months. I'll type up a schedule for you and send it to you, that way you can mark your calendar. But if my mother…" she cut herself off. "Anyway, this is not a physical relationship, and that will in no way affect your weekly allowance."

It was a lot to take in. I had never heard of a sugar momma/daddy not ask for sex. "Besides," she continued, "I'm interested in some…unconventional things. Sex isn't part of this arrangement." My mind reeled. What could be so unconventional that she was willing to forego sex altogether? I burned with curiosity. Was it really so scandalous, she couldn't even discuss sex? But it did make me feel LOADS better.

Emily was incredibly sexy, and while I was a bit stung she didn't feel that way about me, taking sex out of the equation lessened the pressure. I didn't have to pretend to be some experienced woman for her. I wasn't ready to have sex for money – it felt too close to prostitution.

"So what WILL be part of this arrangement, then?"

"I typed it up for you, if that's alright?" she asked standing up. She walked over to the kitchen island and grabbed a small packet of papers. "It's not too different from when we were texting the other night. I just added a few more details. Look it over," she said handing me the papers, "To make sure there aren't surprises in there you aren't okay with."

I read in silence. As we previously discussed, the arrangement was for four months to fulfill all her upcoming social engagements. I noticed she added a later option to renew if we both wanted that. Minimal physical contact and initiated kisses only in the presence of others to make it look like Emily and I were dating. I could…do that. That didn't seem so different than tonight at dinner. Could I kiss a stranger? I looked up at Emily watching me read. Yeah, I could definitely kiss this stranger.

I looked back down and continued reading. I would have my own room and bathroom, but I needed to live here. Cook, clean, company – just like we discussed. "Emily to keep her grocery service so India will not need to grocery shop." I nearly rolled my eyes; of course she had a grocery service.

"India's monthly allowance in the amount of three thousand dollars ($3,000) is hers to use as she sees fit, and requires no permission for any expenditures out of that account. Emily will set up a bank account and direct deposit the allowance monthly." Jesus. Seeing that huge number again was quite the shock. I didn't think I would ever get used to having that much money all at once.

"Also in this account will be a reimbursement for this semester's tuition, fees, and expenses."

My mouth gaped open like a fish. "Emily!" I objected. "This was NOT part of our original agreement."

"What wasn't?"

I flipped the paper around so she could see it. "This clause here! You can't reimburse my tuition and fees! That's unfair to you! I just need help paying this one bill."

"It absolutely was part of our original agreement. I told you I would pay for tuition and fees."

"But they've already been paid! It's too much," I argued.

"This one's non-negotiable, Indi. Please. This was exactly what you wanted help paying for: school." I sighed, knowing I was going to lose this one. I went back to reading.

"All expenses, including but not limited to dresses, jewelry, makeup, etc., needed to attend Emily's events will be paid by Emily."

"Any unanticipated, large expenses may be paid for by Emily but will need approval."

"Though this will be India's home as well, any friends coming over should be approved before invited."

"India not to work during any period of the arrangement except for the duties outlined in this agreement and her school obligations."

"Emily, you can't be serious!" I objected again.

She sighed heavily. "About what this time?"

"I can't work?"

"It's non-negotiable. I want you to do well in school and not be worn out trying to juggle too many things."

"I've made it this far," I pointed out.

"But now you don't have to work. Wouldn't you rather focus your time on hobbies anyway? Or work on your music more? Have time to learn the guitar?" I bit my lip. That did sound nice. How easy it was for her to uproot my entire life! "Does this sound like something you can agree to?"

"I need to discuss it with Penelope first." Her brow crinkled in confusion. "I'm not sure she can afford to pay for the whole apartment without me there."

"Obviously your rent is included in your tuition and expenses," she stated as if it were obvious.

"But I won't be living there!"

"Irrelevant," she dismissed before I could really get started. "You need a place for when you return home. You need a home to return home to. So I'll take care of it."

"Then yes," I said shyly, "I would like to do this. Do we need to sign anything? How official is this?"

"Not. It just gives us a good idea of what to expect for the next four months." I yawned, the late night catching up. "Let me get you home," she said standing up. "This copy's yours." She handed me the stack of papers back.

After the drive back to my apartment, she walked me to the door. She cupped my face and said, "Goodnight, India. I had a great time. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," I said softly, reveling in the feel of her hand on me. "Text me when you get home, though? So I know you made it safe?"

She looked at me with awe and bewilderment but nodded stiffly. "Goodnight." And she walked back to her car.

I slipped into bed and immediately fell asleep, anxious to get this next chapter of my life started. And when I woke in the morning, I was pleased to receive my normal good morning text from Emily. I was even more pleased to discover, on my way out the door to class, a huge bouquet of gorgeous flowers sitting on my doorstep. Yes, I was eager to see where this would take me.

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