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WOW
literally three minutes into this new fucking chapter and theyāre already taking away an actual CHOICE about whether or not MC wants to have a baby. This is total bullshit.

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...heyyyyyyyy
hi friends. itās me. no, i havenāt vanished into another dimension. yes iām still alive and kickinā.
i have just been absent lately, because my writing has taken me elsewhere. i never intended to leave my stories unfinished, or to not answer messages or comments, or to miss any of the amazing stories that i have been tagged in, but it kind of just sorta happened, and i found myself with less and less motivation to write for these characters (even though i love them with all of my heart) i think i just need a break from these story lines for a bit, and hopefully i will return to them at some point when i feel some inspiration for choices again. (outside of choices, I've been writing up a storm. if youāre interested in what, send me a message and Iāll share with you.)
please please please donāt take my temporary Irish goodbye personally.Ā i have met so many wonderful people here in this fandom, and no one has said or done anything to make me feel like I've lost my place here at all, I just needed a break. idk how often Iāll be checking back in, but iāll try to be more present and get to all the things iāve been tagged in and answer all your comments and messages and such.Ā
i hope all you babes are happy and healthy and enjoying the hell out of life. love you all.Ā
#oh hey#sorry#apology post#i'm still around#just doin' different stuff#likethetailofacomet loves you
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AHEM.
Donāt do something weāre both going to regret.
YOU PROMISED.
Dilemma:
My brain wants to work on Just Kids, but also really wants to kill a character and I promised @likethetailofacomet that I wouldnāt send Drake and Joanna to the hospital anymore.
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...my poor kids.Ā
this is so freaking hard for me to read. They are both just ACHING and trying to be patient, trying to be supportive of the otherās choices, and as much as they both are extremely independent people, their whole lives are turned upside down in the otherās absence. Those messages at the beginning broke my heart into tiny little pieces. The messages at the end ground those pieces to dust. The little story about Joanna and gma...forget it. cried my silly little eyes out. Both of them having to explain to someone who doesnāt /cannot understand thatĀ ālove is patientā UGH.Ā
you destroyed me with this one. I canāt wait to see how much worse it gets with P2.Ā
JUST KIDS (College TRR AU): The Conversation, pt 1
Authorās Note: This chapter was getting HEFTY HEFTY HEFTY, just like the trash bags. So instead of making you wait a million years and then making you read a million words, weāre splittin that bad boy. Now, JUST KIDS comes out sooner and technically, there is more of it. Win win I hope!
Pairing: Drake Walker x Joanna Malone
Word Count: 2,200
Disclaimer: Drake Walker and his band of merry men belong to Pixelberry. I just write about their adventures in between chasing kids and washing dishes. lol that makes me sound like a mom. weird.

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#JUST KIDS#drake x joanna#drake walker#joanna malone#trr college au#these kids are going to be the death of me but i accept it
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Omg Savannah ššš
I can hear the mundane rates G cliches that she posts in now. Does she include āHave a whole Estate Staff on hand to help raise said childrenā in her blog? Cause I feel like thatās an important part of her strategy.
Joanna ārage readingā is the best mental image, repeating nearly all of it back to Drake in utter disbelief that sheād written something so dumb/shallow/tame/judgemental.
Apparently itās what sisters do š¤£
Headcanon that literally no one asked for- The Walker Wars
Savannah [Walker] Beaumont grows up to be one of those blogger moms. Band of Beaumonts has quite a faithful following and Maxwell has been known to contribute weird little stories from time to time. Bertrand at first was very against the private occurrences in his family home being used to entertain āinternet-peopleā but gifts and sponsored posts and the overwhelmingly supportive community his young wife found has changed his tune. As long as heās kept out of it, he no longer cares. What he doesnāt know wonāt hurt him, so please donāt tell Bertrand that there is an entire section of the blog dedicated to āNormalcy and Nobility: tales from the Duke and Duchess of Ramsfors.ā Itās literally all funny anecdotes about Bertrand and he would hate it. Aside from marital stories, Savannah posts about her children, current events in Ramsfors, and her own version of Julie and Julia as she tries to expand her cooking abilities beyond the few dishes she picked up as a young, single mom in Paris.
Joanna Walker hates the blog, with a passion, like maybe too much. She thinks that itās dumb and as someone who receives so much of Savannahās unsolicited advice already, she cannot fathom why hundreds of people read her words everyday completely willingly. Does. Not. Compute. But everytime the girls get together, Savannah references the blog at least once, asking her āfavorite sisterā if Joanna has read the latest post or seen what Bartie, the Twins, and little Norah have been up to. So right before going to hang out with Savannah, Joanna rage reads her sister in lawās blog posts. This is an exhausting process for both her and Drake, who has learned to drop whatever heās working on when his wife is ready as he will be interrupted every two minutes anyways with another exclamation of āLISTEN TO WHAT SHE WROTE.ā Drake reminds Joanna often that she does not actually have to read the posts, but that ridiculous suggestion is usually countered with āitās what sisters doā¦apparently.ā
#the walker wars#savannah vs joanna#the walker women annoy each other#and i love it too#team joanna all the way#omg what if joanna staged an offer for savannah to monetize the blog#and then laughed like#HA YOU THOUGHT PEOPLE WERE GONNA PAY FOR THAT BARNEY ASS CONTENT#thats mean though i dont think annie is that mean
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HEāS SO PERFECT!!
This is amazing darling!!

š¶ Just your average ordinary everyday superheroš¶
Rafael Aveiro
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A/N: My first ever piece of art that Iām posting but I couldnāt just not draw Open Heartās most precious paramedic
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āitās only dreams, itās only clouds of breath formed into words: (ā¦)ā
ā Margaret Atwood, from Ice Palace in āThe Doorā
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you know what kind of chicken legs i mean. ;)Ā
HAPPY FRIDAY MY FELLOW CHICKEN LEG LOVER! I hope you have a great flipping day.
LoL can I just say there are some reaaaaaaaally odd results that appear when you do a gif search for āchicken legsā š Hope your Friday is a great one as well (we made it to the weekend!)
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I hope you have an š„ cellent day, š utiful!
THANK YOU SO MUCH @choiceanon !! YOU ARE SWEETER THAN HONEY AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A BEE-UTIFUL DAY TOO!Ā
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J just made me sāmores unprompted. The only other times Iāve felt more like the TRR MC were:
1) all the times I got covered in trash juice taking out the garbage at the bar.
2) when I legit squealed when I got to wear a fancy hat at a tea party.
And now:

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UGH. I just want to crochet him a scarf and tuck it around his neck to keep those delightful vocal chords nice and warm.Ā
@something-tofightfor think heād appreciate it?Ā
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this is the truest shit iāve ever seen.Ā

#and i'm always like oh yeah i'll remember this#this is way too important to forget#then i wake up like#what are thoughts?#ideas?#i had those once?#let's make tea.
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Wow. Thank you so much. The comments where I get called a monster are my favorites. Sorry about your heart, though.Ā
How could you not wonder about Coltās mom, right? Heās got to get that fire from somewhere. I see Colt as someone who is overly packed with emotion and passion and I just feel like he got that from his mama.Ā
Teppei and Layla had that love that lasts a lifetime and longer, and she was there for him, always, in his heart.Ā
Thank you so much for reading and for sharing!Ā
Only Two Ways Out Of This Place
A/N: Well. Itās not a secret that I donāt very much like Kaneko. After he used Logan as a placeholder for Colt and then admitted that he didnāt care what happened to Logan, I honestly was so ready for that explosive collision on that bridge. But! Even I in my infinite hate for the man, think that he is just a product of his decisions and the things he couldnāt change. So, with the help of the Airborne Toxic Eventās California, (give it a listen- itās perfect.) this happened. AND ITS ACTUALLY A ONE SHOT.
Pairing: Teppei Kaneko x Layla (OC)
Word Count: 1,704
Warning: character death
The adrenaline from the previous nightās job was still coursing through his veins, but the real reason for the light and carefree way Teppei Kaneko was feeling was sitting in the passenger seat. Layla. He glanced sidelong at her as the warm summer breeze came off the water and in through the open windows as they drove up the coast, picking up her long dark hair, making it dance across her face. His smile widened and his chest flooded with warmth as she giggled at the way it tickled her bare shoulders, and she twisted it around her fingers, wrapping it up and tying it in a knot at the nape of her neck. She reached forward and turned the knob on the stereo to increase the volume, winking at him as she did. It was her favorite song- a little too romantic for Teppeiās taste, but heād never deny her the chance to listen to it. She sang along with the words, her voice clear and bright, ringing through the air like a bell. Sheād close her eyes and scrunch her face up with emotion at certain lyrics, and it would hit him hard, right in the heart, whenever she did. She swayed and moved her shoulders as the songās rhythm changed, and seeing her feel the music was one of the most beautiful sights heād ever set his 20 year old eyes on.
Heād met her about a month before, stalled on the side of the road, sitting on the hood of a silver Mercedes Benz with her knees pulled to her chest and tears streaking her perfectly tanned cheeks. Cars were zooming past her as though the drivers didnāt see her. But she was all he could see, and even if he wanted to it, he couldnāt just drive on. Something seemed to call him to her, something strong and irreversible. Heād flashed her his best āhow can I help you?ā smile, the one he used with the customers at his fatherās shop- the legitimate customers, anyway- and she looked at him with such helplessness that it broke his heart. She explained that she had borrowed her fatherās car, taken it for a joy ride after a bad day, but had stalled out far from home. She didnāt have to go into detail for him to know that her father wasnāt entirely privy to her little excursion; or that she didnāt seem to have the best relationship with the man. He assured her that heād have her up and running again before her father ever noticed that she was gone, and sheād assured him that her father would notice the carās absence before her own, but she thanked him and wiped at her tears. When he finished, he offered to take her out for a milkshake, and from that soda shop rendezvous, an unlikely relationship began between the Doctorās daughter and the Crime Bossā son.
Once a week milkshakes had turned into almost daily meetups, Teppei completing his fatherās tasks at double speed just to get as much time with Layla as he possibly could. Heād become enslaved to the way she made him feel, but every time her thin arms came around his shoulders, or her bubblegum lips rested against his, or her hair fell against his face like fathers, he was the most willing prisoner in all of Los Angeles. He wondered if she felt trapped by him like he did by her; wondered if she would second guess her judgement for throwing her lot in with him and the crew as quickly and as wholly as she had. Glancing over at her in the fading orange glow of late afternoon, the light playing with the colorful beaded necklace she wore, her fingers dangling out the window, the knot sheād tied in her hair falling out like it always did to spill back over her shoulders, he was suddenly overcome with the need to memorize her every movement, her every freckle and every strand of her hair. Suddenly he was hit with the feeling that this could never last. Nothing gold can stay, thatās what heād always heard. She caught him looking and he softened his features, melted by her eyes. Nothing gold can stay, but heād hold on like hell for as long as he could.
That night theyād joined the crew at the beach, their cars all circled together in the parking lot, someoneās stereo blasting music, a case of beer in a cooler. He could remember the floral pattern of Laylaās dress and the way the soft material felt bunched up in his hands as he kissed her. He could remember her face lighting up as she raised her voice to be heard over the blare of the speakers, but heād forgotten what sheād said. He could remember the way her body felt pressed to his, but couldnāt remember the song that they danced to. It was the sort of night that heād spend years wondering if it really happened, or if it was just a dream; just the ethereal remnants of her memory, gliding through his mind like she had done through his life.
Despite knowing that it was destined for disaster from the get go, a full year later they were twined even more indelibly together, as the word āloveā flowed freely from their lips across the console of her fatherās car- borrowed for another excursion, though Teppei had taught her how to properly drive a stick shift, so there was no fear of stalling this time. Theyād been discussing their future- something that he hadnāt given much thought to before meeting her. Until meeting Layla, Kanekoās future consisted of one thing and one thing only: taking over the Mercy Park Crew from his father, when it was time. Heād been clear with Layla about it since day one, and from that time sheād assured him that she was on board, all in, ready to cast her die. Sheād even started driving on some jobs for the crew. At first Teppei hated that- hated that she was putting herself in danger, that she was putting herself on the line. But one look at the fire in her eyes told him that sheād made her decision and nothing that he said could change it. He realized then that heād never had a choice; not when it came to Layla.
When they found out that she was pregnant, he told her that he didnāt want her driving anymore- didnāt want her involved with the crew anymore, wanted to keep her safe. He thought heād be met with pushback, thought sheād light that fire in her eyes and burn him into submission again. But to his immense surprise, he was met with desperation in her eyes, not flames, as finally she grasped what heād been telling her all along: that nothing gold can stay- that he wasnāt Midas, but even if he was, a golden touch did nothing but smother, shining as it killed whatever it came in contact with.
āLeave with me, Teppei. Leave. With me, with our son,ā she pleaded. He hated himself, but he avoided her eyes as she asked, knowing that it would only hurt all the more if he didnāt.
āLayla,ā he breathed her name, but she knew that it was a lost cause before he spoke another word; the devastation in his eyes clear and achingly present.
āThere are only two ways out, Teppei,ā she whispered, pressing her lips to his ear, tears streaking down her cheeks just like the day theyād met. āYou either walk awayā¦or you let this life bury you.ā
āLayla, please,ā his voice was strained, his soul wounded.
āWas it ever real, Teppei? Was any of it real?ā She sobbed as his arms wound tightly around her, nearly crushing her small body into his. āWas it just a story?ā
āIt was real. All of it, Layla.ā He was filled with an ache heād never known as he realized that his heart now resided outside of his body. āOur story was real. Our loveā¦it was all real, Layla. It is real. Make sure he knows. Make sure you tell him.ā Tears fell from his own eyes as he chastised himself for falling in love in the first place.
Layla had made arrangements to go stay with her mother, and the day she left California was the last time Teppei Kaneko ever laid eyes on her. She died in childbirth, giving him a son heād only see a few times a year, but who bore his motherās fiery eyes. He recalled the first time heād held the tiny bundle, whispering his sonās name over and over like a promise- Iāll tell him, Layla. Someday, Iāll tell him all about us, about dancing on the beach and the lights on the freeway and the dust we became. Someday Iāll tell him everything.
. . . . . . .
Almost 20 years to the day that heād silently promised Layla that heād tell Colt everything, he pressed the pedal down hard, threatening to press it right through the floor as he careened toward the police barricade. He knew that Colt was yelling into his earpiece, knew that the whole crew was trying to get him to stop, but he couldnāt hear them. A song had come over the radio, the first few bars reaching down into the void where his heart used to reside, and all at once she was back, sitting there in the passenger seat, her hair blowing in the breeze, that giggle bubbling from her lips. Layla. He didnāt hear a single lyric, couldnāt remember the words, but the rush of everything heād ever felt for Coltās mother filled that void and he knew that for once in his life, even if it was the last thing heād do, he was making the right decision for his son- he was giving him a chance, a future. He activated the nitrous and the blinding explosion consumed the road and cut through the barricade. He felt no pain, no fire, no burn. All he felt, as he took his last breath just before the collision, were her fingers in his, resting on the console.
Tagging: @ooo-barff-ooo @zaffrenotes @brightpinkpeppercorn @jovialyouthmusic @choicesarehard @the-everlasting-dream @ritachacha @hellospunkiebrewster @notoriouscs @ifyouseekheart @mkatschoicesblog @queen-among-writers @mfackenthal @pixelburied
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I LOVE OUR MUTUAL WEIRDNESS OTHERWISE KNOWN AS FRIENDSHIP!

In case you needed to hear it today, or any other day - Iām weird. Youāre weird. Youāre also awesome. Weāre friends now.Ā
ššš @likethetailofacomet @brightpinkpeppercorn @ooo-barff-ooo @thecordoniandiaries @riseandshinelittleblossom @choicesarehard @katurrade @damnhotmsimmons @ifyouseekheart @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @darley1101 @ladynonsense @debramcg1106 @blackcatkita @something-tofightfor @leelee10898 @stillafictosexual @aworldoffandoms ā I know Iām forgetting some folks, but if weāre mutuals, I think youāre awesome and weird tooĀ ššš
#you're stuck with me now bitch#muahahahaha#mutual weirdness#you are literally a ray of sunshine you beautiful rainbow infused space unicorn#came for the fics#stayed for the friendships#i love my friends
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Sent by anonymous
āDrake and Maxwellās friendship really reminds me of Shrek and Donkeyās friendshipā
POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MODāS PERSONAL OPINIONS!
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Liam? Never heard of it. (except your liam, @zaffrenotes)Ā
Why is Drake so hot? Why does he say no one chooses him over Liam? That's hard to believe
Why is Drake so hot? I dont know, good genes??? šššš I choose Drake everyā¦singleā¦timeā¦EVERY SINGLE DAYā¦FOREVER. Liam who???
#liam who?#zaffrenotes liam#is the only liam i know#drake til i die#drake walker: marshmallow man#bullet magnet#grumpiest pants#and fictional love of my life
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