long time no see… new blog is embloomfields.tumblr.com
They say the truth will set you free, but I felt more caged in than ever.
I hated the way my mother died — it tarnished who she was. All that Valentina Alexandrov was remembered for was the violent way she lost her life and the years she spent as a battered wife. How come she stayed? Didn’t she want to protect her daughter? How could she love him? I never wanted her to be that to other people; I only wanted Mum to stay herself. It didn’t seem like much to ask, but if I didn’t speak of her, it was all I got.
Harry hadn’t asked the questions, but, like everyone else, I was sure they were on the tip of his tongue.
chapter 17 ‘ultimate opulence’ is now on 1dff and tumblr!
hiya so you’ll notice stuff starting to be pulled off this blog (PF/CL are already gone!) cause i’ve made a new blog!! i’m slowly starting to follow people that i talk to regularly so if you notice someone new pop up it is probably me!
i’m not going to publicly post my new url, so you can either find me naturally (you’ll see me pop up around the place, i’m sure) or you can send me a message asking for my new url :) all my stories etc are up over there so you’ll still be able to read on tumblr – just not here! hope to see you over there and hopefully it’s a much less stressful time :) :) x
hiya so you’ll notice stuff starting to be pulled off this blog (PF/CL are already gone!) cause i’ve made a new blog!! i’m slowly starting to follow people that i talk to regularly so if you notice someone new pop up it is probably me!
i’m not going to publicly post my new url, so you can either find me naturally (you’ll see me pop up around the place, i’m sure) or you can send me a message asking for my new url :) all my stories etc are up over there so you’ll still be able to read on tumblr – just not here! hope to see you over there and hopefully it’s a much less stressful time :) :) x
hiya so you’ll notice stuff starting to be pulled off this blog (PF/CL are already gone!) cause i’ve made a new blog!! i’m slowly starting to follow people that i talk to regularly so if you notice someone new pop up it is probably me!
i’m not going to publicly post my new url, so you can either find me naturally (you’ll see me pop up around the place, i’m sure) or you can send me a message asking for my new url :) all my stories etc are up over there so you’ll still be able to read on tumblr – just not here! hope to see you over there and hopefully it’s a much less stressful time :) :) x
so i’ve been absent for the last week cause i needed some space after i got some pretty horrific messages. having to turn my ask off and being too scared to turn it on again was sort of the final straw for me… i get gross messages nearly every day but i block and delete, i find my dash to be an incredibly uncomfortable place so i make do finding things to reblog from author’s blogs I visit but it all seemed to blow up last sunday. i don’t know why but it just felt different and i just felt really hurt.
i’ve thought a lot about what i want to do; delete this blog and stay on 1dff only, start a new blog and slowly ease back into the 1dff community, stay off this tumblr except to put update posts up, keep using this blog but leave my ask off… there are tons of options. all i want is a space where i’m not scared of opening my inbox or uncomfortable on my dash and i’m in the process of making my decision. i’ll let you know as soon as i make a decision!!
this is very interesting!! it could definitely go any of those ways!! xx
thank you!! you’re very kind xx
“Daddy?”
Liam whirls in the direction of the door, already taking steps toward his son who’s standing on the top step of the patio with his BB-8 doll tucked under one arm and the blanket dragging down the steps behind him. Connor blinks slowly at his dad, watching Liam stumble forward, but his attention shifts as their magical visitor glides smoothly across the grass toward the patio, her steps quicker than Liam’s so she reaches Connor first. She crouches in front of him, smiling up at him kindly.
“Why hello there,” she greets. “Who might you be?”
“‘M Connor,” he mumbles, his doe eyes watching her curiously as he tucks his head down nervously, clutching his BB-8 as tight to him as he can get it. “And you’re the Easter bunny, aren’t you?”
“I reckon I am,” she says with a little laugh. “But you can just call me Anya.”
As Good As Gold 🌷 an Easter Bunny AU (sort of)
written for the 1d spring cleaning fic exchange
ohhh thats cause i copied the theme thing i use from a pf update oops! thank you for letting me know i’ll go fix it now :) glad you’re enjoying it!! xx
why don’t at least half my followers on here follow me on instagram i don’t understand why you hate me
Put your Instagram name in the tags!
omg hahaha well, considering that’s the kind of story pf is in a lot of ways that’s a good thing! hope you’re alright and don’t read at school again ahaha xxx