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Bro did you die

I don’t use tumblr anymore this might’ve been a good thing to make a post about fandoms scare me now

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Hey there, as a past blog writer I just wanted to let you know that the amount of likes you are getting shouldn’t worry you. People tend to like things as a way of saving them and it doesn’t mean that your posts are anything less than amazing. Just thought I would tell you because I know how much we crave attention.

O dam well thank you I’ll be sure to keep that in mind? (To be honest sort of confused by the first bit but I think I get the gist of it)

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Do you asparagus?

No I do not asparagus

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Please continue your hanahaki fic.

Oof how so? I have an epilogue possibility but I don’t want people to get sick of it

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Are you going to continue on with Tainted Love? I am loving your works btw

O shit waddup someone likes my stories?? I actually have been planning to continue it yes I just put it off for a couple other stories. I’m not going to give a specific date but I haven’t given up on it yet!!

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A Date In Red

An unsettling feeling washed over Alexander as he walked home after a long night at work. He’d missed all the buses, and frankly, did not feel like paying for a stranger to pick him up past midnight. Besides, his house was only about four miles away. It’ll be fine, he thought, just like every other night.

Of course, it wasn’t like every other night. He had decided to work late on the night before Halloween, and didn’t stop until it was well past twelve, making it the early morning of All Hallow’s Eve. As he walked the sides of the road, eerie decorations stared at him, from automated skeletons to broken dolls. It was almost abnormal the way their eyes seemed to follow his every move, always watching.

He walked past a witch decoration, a motion sensor one, which let out a blood-curdling screech and a cackle, eyes lighting up, illuminating her matted hair. Alex jumped, as many people would, being caught off-guard like that. What really was out of the ordinary that night was a book, thrown against his side, seemingly by nobody.

He started, looking down at the book that had fallen on the floor. It had a worn-out black suede cover, with burgundy accents, including a silk bookmark stuck between the pages. It was moderately thick, with a couple yellowed pages falling out the front. Alexander picked up the book gingerly, taking care not to break anything, as the book looked nearly on the brink of falling apart. It was marked, 1970-2010, italicized in a corner. Alex looked up and around, and when he was sure nobody was there to claim the book, he opened it.

Names. The book was full of names, ones he didn’t recognize, ones he lost touch with. Next to each name were two dates, a date in black and a date in red. The dates ranged from minutes apart to decades. One in there he recognized. Rachel Faucette Buck. His mother, who had passed away when he was thirteen. These dates. They were the day she was born and the day she passed away. It was accurate down to the very minute, it couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Flipping through the book, Alexander found his son. He was injured in the hospital, still alive, yet there was a date in red next to his name. November 24, 2010, 5:15 AM. If these were dates of birth and death, it must be...

He shook his head. Impossible. Nobody could accurately predict someone’s upcoming death. Yet, somehow, in the back of his head, he knew it was real. It had to be real.

All logic would tell someone to not look up their own name, not carry that kind of burden, knowing their end was coming up, from anywhere. Or maybe someone would risk the chance to avoid it. However, in the end, it’s all laid out. Everyone’s fate is ‘set in the stars’, as the cliché goes. With shaking hands, Alex flipped, page by page, until he read Alexander Hamilton. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his hand, revealing those dates.

What Alex saw almost made him drop the book in shock. He recovered, pulling the book close as he slowly slid on down to the concrete ground. There they were, the time of his birth, and his supposed death. The problem was the ‘death’ date being marked a couple months after his birth.

May 29th, 1980, 10:16 PM. July 12th, 1980, 2:43 PM. Alexander wasn’t supposed to be alive. He wasn’t supposed to be here, right now, sitting near this automated Halloween decoration, breathing heavily. He wasn’t supposed to be breathing at all.

Alexander didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, his only clue being the streaks of violet and coral emerging along the horizon, signalling the sun’s arrival in an hour or so. If anyone had passed him in this dazed state, they didn’t care to notice, just stepped as if he wasn’t there.

What am I? Alex thought to himself, slowly pushing off the rugged ground underneath him, searching for the distinct silk red accents on the black cover. It was gone, however, and in its place was a single sheet of thin birch bark, with a barely legible message scratched messily into the inner layer.

‘You’ll find out in due time.’

based on this prompt by @writing-prompt-s  

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I think all content creators can relate to this.

In my opinion, I don’t think followers really understand how much your requests/likes/reblogs/etc. and random asks mean to me. It’s just so refreshing and nice to know that people enjoy what I’m doing and support me.

People that go the extra mile and send an ask or message letting me know they liked my stuff honestly makes my day. I love reading tags and stuff…it’s honestly so cute….

And people who ask about how I’m doing or send me random questions or cute asks….I just want you guys to know it honestly makes my day. I just love all the interaction and such. It makes running a blog so much more enjoyable.

And Fanart/Fanwork? Honestly that’s one of the greatest things to receive. To everyone that draws or writes, please don’t feel too insecure to send it end! No one is going to criticize you over quality. It’s so sweet that you even thought about making something…I will always appreciate it no matter what, and I’m sure all other content creators feel the same.

So, in conclusion, don’t be afraid to talk to your favorite blogs and show them some love, guys! We always appreciate it! ☺️

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Battlefield by Sv-something or another

Are you requesting a song fic or what is this

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda, Hamilton - Miranda (Broadway Cast) RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: JAMILTON, Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton & Thomas Jefferson, Lams, jamilams Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson, John Laurens Additional Tags: Jamilton - Freeform, Lams - Freeform, jamilams - Freeform, hanahaki, Angst, Hamilton - Freeform, Blood, Flowers, Violence, Death, Surgery, operation, Hospital, Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Love, In Love, Falling In Love, Hanahaki Disease, hanahaki illness, begonia, carnation Summary:

Hanahaki: An illness born from unrequited love. It causes flowers to bloom in the affected’s lungs, leading them to cough it up. If not treated it can be fatal. There are two options: surgery, which removes the flowers but the feelings along with it, and in rare cases the feeling suddenly becomes mutual.

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hey yall! i want to follow more blogs! rb if you post

•hamilton

•hamilton cast

•ith

and i might follow you!!

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Hellooo

Sorry I’ve been so inactive of late, I need some time to do school stuff (I’m like failing math hw so yea)

I’ll be participating in a novel writing event during the month of november, so if I follow through with that you can be expecting a multi-chapter fic!

If you followed for the rbs or something my main acc is @scullysrandomstuff

ok

bye

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I see people liking my old fics

Don’t like that trash it needs to stay gone

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no offense but like…..reblog the fics you like. there is nothing more discouraging than having people read your fic without leaving kudos or any form of response. comment if you like it! send them a message! use the tags to talk about how you liked it! share the work so that others can read it too!

too often fic writers deal with people hounding them for updates, but never any feedback. end the cycle. reblog the fics you like. talk about them. share them.

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Sodas and skateboards Jake Peralta? You know what show

RACHEL I WAS GENUINELY SCARED LIKE WTF THIS CAME OUT NOT COMPLETE SHIT

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Still haven’t changed my profile picture because I just love it so much

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Oh, I'm sorry!! Something a bit lighter for you: Do you like yoghurts/juices/etc. that have pieces of solid fruit in them? I think they're super bloody gross, personally.

Don’t be sorry and yes (only for yogurts tho and sorry for breaking the rules)

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Do you think we'll ever be able to make another planet - let's say Mars - habitable?

Yes but holy shit nothing about space and existential stuff plz sorry I don’t deal well with that shit