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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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Help a Family in Need💔

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.

Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.

Adam

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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I need a stranger to read the first chapter of my book knowing absolutely no context and give me raw feedback so I can improve on it

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What it means to write a book

Yes, I’m writing a book.

By which I mean, I made some characters, set them loose in a world and now I have no control over anything.

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I truly appreciate that I'm a top tom blyth x reader writer despite writing one single fic about the man way back in January that didn't get as much traffic as many other fics. truly lovely

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There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

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you, whom my soul loves

pairing: billy the kid x reader

warnings: none

a/n: babys first x reader fic! hope it's not awful. im p sure the title is a rephrasing of song of solomon 3:4 but my memory ....it may fail me

This fine Saturday morning sees you and Billy in the town general store. He's taking care of things for the farm, and you're poking around some of the other goods the store has to offer, having completed your list. 

"Billy, c’mere a moment,” you say, turning your head to look at your husband.

Billy does so, abandoning his inspection of plow teeth to join you by the bolts of fabric tucked in the corner of the store.

"You need a new dress?” He brushes his hand against the small of your back. Just briefly, just enough to satisfy that need you know he has to touch you. If it were appropriate, he would never let go of your hand.

"No, silly, you need a new shirt."

"No I don't." He noses at your temple, buries a kiss in your hairline.

"Your church shirt is wearin’ at the shoulders and wrists again, and I've mended it ‘bout as many times as it's worth. Pick out a fabric."

"I'd wear anything, you know that." His arm snakes around you, tugging you into his side. You laugh.

"Honey, focus. I want you to have something you like."

"I do," he murmurs, and squeezes your waist. 

"Billy!"

"Okay, fine, fine. I'm sorry." He reaches out with his free arm and pulls down a bolt of blue-and-white striped fabric. "What about this?"

You twist away, just barely, and hold the cloth against his chest. 

"Real pretty, especially with your eyes. And it's wool, so it'll hold you through the winter."

There's a flash of pride on his face at your praise, at having done just the right thing. "'kay. I need to finish up with the farm equipment, if you wanna come help with that."

"I'm goin’ to go by the post office and mail my letter, but I'll be back if I'm done before you are."

You're not, because the postmaster is chatty and you're chattier, but Billy meets you outside with a promise that he asked about the right amount of fabric to buy and a chaste kiss. It is a moment in a sea of moments, a Saturday among hundreds of Saturdays that have looked the exact same and always will. It is love in routine and in reliability: when you turn, he will always be there with a hand to hold and a shoulder to lean on. When he offers those things, you will always accept.

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you're right pinterest, he is oil painting inspiration 🩷

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i am so in love with him guys

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starved man

tom blyth x f!reader : tom feels a way he shouldn't and lets those feelings get in the way of work. (angsty)

wc : 1.2k

a/n : couldn't help myself. i love this man. might write a parallel imagine of the scene in this as a billy x reader fic.

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maybe tom was wrong for feeling this way. well, he was—he knew that, but you can’t help the way you feel; that’s what tom keeps telling himself. he taps at his leg with his finger, anticipating the scene he was about to do with yn. he couldn’t wait any longer, he was ready to get going. it felt like this exciting and nerve-wracking whirlwind. like when you’re about to ask out your crush and can’t wait for their answer, but too scared to hear the answer at the same time. tom bites his lower lip, bouncing his leg. “dude,” daniel deadpans beside him. “you’re gonna burn a hole through her if you keep staring.” 

tom laughs awkwardly, shaking himself out of it. “i was out of it, didn’t realize.”

“right,” daniel leans in closer to tom, keeping his tone low, “so you aren’t dying to kiss her in this scene?” tom gulps, raising a brow and eyes daniel. “who said i was?”

“no one, but its pretty obvious.” tom scoffs, rubbing his forehead, already annoyed, not with daniel but with himself. this wasn’t how these last few weeks of filming were supposed to go. yn was in for a few episodes of billy the kid, playing a character that billy would fall for, though, of course, wouldn’t get in the end. and, within just the few weeks he’d been getting to know yn, he wanted so much more from her. and, yeah, he was excited because, yeah, he was going to kiss her. this was an excuse to touch her body and feel her lips against his, no questions asked ‘cause this was for work. 

“it is?” tom asks, looking over to meet daniel’s stare. “to me. i don’t know ‘bout anyone else.” he shrugs. “looks like they’re ready for you. try not to have too much fun!” 

tom’s heart stutters. he shouldn’t be this excited. he can’t be. he takes his place, getting himself into it, into character, ready for the cameras. yn smiles wide at him from her spot across the set. he smiles back, he couldn’t not even if he tried. this scene wasn’t going to be the same for her as it was for him and selfishly, he hoped they’d have to redo the scene over and over again. 

on cue, tom is his character. the scene is smooth sailing, he’s practiced his lines well enough with everyone to know what he is doing, but the closer he gets to the kiss; the faster he is with his words, desperate to get to where he wants to be. his heart feels loud and hammers against his chest. he really felt like a schoolboy waiting to confess his feelings. tom’s close to yn, staring directly down at her, her lips. he can’t seem to look away to save his life. she’s stopped talking, he looks up. what was his line again? he looks down at her lips again, he just needs to kiss her. “goddammit.” tom mutters. he dives for her lips. he groans the moment he feels her lips. his hands cup her face, holding her impossibly close. he needs to be as close as he can and touch her as much as he can this way. he's hungry for her, the touch of her. she’s soft and perfectly fitted against him. her hands hold his arms, steading herself as he pushes himself closer and closer. this is by far the best kiss he’s ever shared with anyone, and all be damned if he didn’t get to do it again. 

“billy…” she moans against him. he stutters back, moving himself a step away, letting her go. they’re acting. she isn’t kissing tom, she’s kissing billy. “cut!”

the director makes a move over to them. “missed a few lines, tom, but that was great!” she goes on. tom’s only focused on yn. she’s not looking at him, she’s fidgeting with her skirt, glancing around the room and nodding along with the director. she’s nervous and undoubtedly startled. “alright, you two?” 

“sorry?” tom shakes himself out of it, looking to meet the director’s stare. 

“tom.” the director deadpans. “we’re going to do a quick take of you walking away after that kiss and we’ll move the conversation you two were supposed to have after the kiss to the next scene just before billy leaves.” 

“oh, okay.” 

“i know its a bit of a last minute change but so was that sudden kiss.” tom laughs with her, rubbing the back of his head. “right, sorry about that. i…forgot my lines and just went for it.” he excuses. 

“don’t be sorry. i think that really added to the passion of the scene. more meaning.” tom nods, smiling. “okay, lets do it people!” 

yn doesn’t look at him, avoiding his eyes. what has he done? 

...

“billy—”

“don’t. i know.” tom sighs. he glances around, gulping. “don’t matter, i’m leaving anyways. best i do.” yn nods. “i’m sorry, billy.” 

tom goes to mount his horse, the end scene of him riding off, but yn pulls him back. she kisses him. tom’s heart stops for a moment. her hands held his face this time, and he’d be dumb to not reach for her hips and kiss her back. she lets go all too soon, sighing, keeping her forehead pressed against his. “don’t forget me, billy.” 

“i couldn’t if i tried.” he sneaks a quick peck, satisfied as all can be, and mounts his horse. the stare he gives her before riding off, he’s sure she can see the desire he has for her. maybe he really had gone crazy, but he could swear something was saying the same thing in hers.

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the scenes with yn had finally ended, they were at the end of their filming for the day. tom was watching as yn indulged in conversation with the director. he sighs. though he felt satisfied by the kisses they’d shared, he needed more and that only fueled him further. the idea of never kissing yn again was weighing on his shoulders like a boulder. it's just a pair of lips, tom thinks. that happens to belong to the most perfect person ever. he groans, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. “i’m going crazy.” 

“crazy in love, maybe.” tom sits up, shooting his eyes over to daniel. “what? no.” 

“it’s okay to admit you like someone, tom.” 

“not when they’re taken.” tom sighs, rubbing his temple, annoyed. none of this would be so bad, but yn just had to be in a relationship, a happy one at that. tom just had to fall for her and deal with it, pretending to love hearing her talk about him so lovingly and so sweetly. that scene, kissing her, was his little chance into what a world with her was like, and by golly, did he want more. there wasn’t quite anything like the feeling of her lips on his and her moaning into him as her hands squeezed his arms to steady herself.

“tom—”

‘it doesn’t matter, i’ll get over it. plus, she’s done with this show, so i won’t be seeing her.” not like she wanted to see him. she’d been avoiding him after finishing up. she didn’t join them for drinks and she didn’t look at tom once. 

he really had fucked things up.

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there isn't a single moment i'm not thinking about this man. at work? thinking about him. in bed? defs thinking about him. hello??? tom come marry me? when? you're worried cause you're a decade older than me? don't be babes, i'm not 🫶

tom with brown hair is my fav personally (plus the scruff of a beard he got on billy the kid 😩)

also, literally wrote a whole 2k fic about him at my big girl job. should low-key post it then never appear again for 2 months. bozo style yk

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Did you get a request? It's imagine for Astarion react to his gn crush explaining to him while they're generally quiet, they doesn't talk much unless they're comfortable with them is also because they would be ignored, talked over, interrupted, or no one listens, or no one cares after he asked why. Sorry I had a bad day. Please tell me if you want me to change prompt! Thanks!

I didn't get the notification for this, but I see it!! im on it and also, I resonate with this ask on a personal level

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My astarion x tav : memory gone right for once request is so good! Don't worry about it! It's good that you didn't force yourself to do it! I don't mind it being short either! How do you manage to understand the prompt so well is amazing to me! I love this especially Astarion finds their forgetfulness both endearing & annoying XD, he likes them but he acknowledges their forgetfulness might kill them one day, he does like to tease them about it & he would remind them whatever they forgot, he's genuinely baffled that they remembered something he mentioned to them ONCE XD, how confused he is when they hand him the book, they did explain to him but they also asked if they accidentally got the wrong book, he asked why which they explained they happened to pass by a shop that has the book, he smiled while thinking maybe their memory isn't so bad ☺️, they asked if he knows where their weapon is XD, and just the last line shows how he spoke too soon! Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

oh my gosh you're so sweet, I'm so glad you love it!! <3

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Can I request headcanons for Astarion react to his gn crush remembering something he said to them briefly/a while ago like a certain book he wants to read so they bought it for him? Even though they're quite forgetful that they can't remember what they ate yesterday XD

astarion x tav : memory gone right for once.

a/n : sorry for the wait again and for it being so short 😭

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as endearing as your forgetfulness can be, he also finds annoying.

he likes you, don't get him wrong.

but he also has to acknowledge that your forgetfulness might get you killed.

although, he does find amusement in teasing you constantly for forgetting and being the one to revamp your memory.

so, that being said,

when you hand him this book, one he'd mentioned ONCE about being on his read list, he's baffled.

genuinely baffled.

"darling...what is this?" astarion looks down at the book, reading the title again. it was the book he'd mentioned in conversation once. he'd wanted to get his hands on it to read, but he never felt he had the time these days to go and seek it.

"a book."

"darling." astarion deadpans. they chuckle. "ha, sorry. you said you wanted to read it, right? or was that another book?" they ramble on a bit, looking around the camp, but not at him. "it is, how did you remember?"

they shrug. "i saw it while passing by a small shop with books and trinkets, and thought it seemed familiar, and that's when it dawned on me that you said you wanted to read it."

astarion looks back down at the book and smiles. hm. maybe your memory wasn't so bad.

"oh, by the way, do you remember where i put my weapon? i can't find it."

nevermind.