#bloomysqueeb

have i mentioned ily

ill do all the ones i can before my fingers fall off and die

i wake up and the first thing i do is check your tumblr cause im a creep

okay but u r adorable and perfect like???? *picks u up* *puts u in my pocket* i want to keep u 9ever? like bruh it blows my mind that ur my buddy cuz like not two years ago i was screaming over ur writing during the day and staying up all night getting frustrated with me writing cuz i was like ‘why cant i write better, why cant i write like her’ 

but like

look where i am now

we’re friggin friends like LOOK HOW FAR WE HAV RISEN PAST ME

I just wish he wouldn’t be like this tho. We love the jerk, we do, but his mood swings get tiring and just brings everyone down. I kid you not, we post pictures of the kids when they’re here (i hate selfies. i rather post pics of kids. i’m truly a grandma at heart lol), and we have to place the baby in front since she’s the smallest and he’ll comment with “my poor babies. always in the background :(”

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uuuuuuuuuuugh how do people write good story...

what do you want the summary of your story to say, like overall? just write out the whole summary and we’ll like, play around with it and make it zappy and eye catching

   After receiving news of Lancelot’s death, Ivy Hart returns home to lend her support. It is then Ivy realizes this is the first opening at the Kingsman round table in almost twenty years. Without her father’s support in the endeavor, Ivy is left with no other choice than turn to Merlin for help. The training is grueling in of itself without a lad with a giant chip on his shoulder and a millionaire megalomaniac planning world destruction.

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Repetitive beeping stirred Jules from sleep. She blinked several times to clear the fuzzy haze of sleep from her eyes. Glancing around the room Jules knew two things to be evident, she had no fucking clue where she was and she was hooked up to several machines in what seemed to be a hospital.

“Morning Princess.” A feeling of dread overcame Jules. Bile rose up her throat, choking her. The curtain pushed back to reveal the man who carried her out of... well where ever she had been before this. Jules thought she had been saved but perhaps she had been wrong. 

Jules bit down on her lip to stop it from trembling. “Please don’t call me that.”

The man’s brows furrowed over his green eyes. “I don’t...”

“Galahad please step aside.” An older balder man said. The younger one, Galahad, stepped aside but stayed close enough to watch. Jules felt small under the older man’s attention. “So how are you feeling today, Princess?”

“I’m not a princess!” Jules snapped, thoroughly frustrated and confused. The past 48 hours had been confusing enough. The young woman was desperate for normalcy, to feel like herself. “Sorry, it’s just I’m not a princess...I’m just-”

“Then who are you?” The bald man asked gently.

“My name’s Jules.”

The bald man adjusted his spectacles and nodded, taking the new information in stride. “Well Jules, my name is Merlin. How are you feeling?”

Jules looked down at her lap, trying to make sense of everything that’s happened. “I’m more confused than anything else.”

“That’s understandable.” Merlin nodded thoughtfully. “You’re safe in our facility. You were mistaken as a princess, yes? The men that took you were in hot water. They owed some very dangerous money so they hoped they ransom money they would get from you or well who they thought you were would help.”

Jules released a shaky breath. It made sense. Every time she begged them to see reason the men that took her got a wild look in their eyes. “Then who are you two?”

“We’re Kingsman agents.” The younger man said proudly.

“Kingsman?” Jules repeated with furrowed brows. “An independent secret service.”

“So like spies and shit?”

secretively writing fic for it too ohmygod high five i LOVE SHELLEY SO MUCH lIKE UASIGFBAS I JUST CANNOTY DEAL WITH MY OBSESSION FOR THIS SHOW

im still on hiatus but this post has called me back from the void because ARE YOU GETTING INTO HEMLOCK GROVE I NEED TO SURROUND MYSELF WITH PEOPLE AS OBSESSED AS I AM YES. YES.

LITERALLY IM WATCHING IT ON YOUTUBE AND ITS SO GOOD WHY ISNT THERE MORE FANFICTION FOR IT IM TOTALLYW RITING A FIC 

WHY IS PETER SO CUTE

Jules groaned heavily as she tried stretching herself awake. Her limbs felt stiff and incapable of moving. A lazy smile crawled it’s way up Jules Rowan’s face. She must have danced herself stiff. The events of the night previous came flooding back. The ball she’d snuck into, the princess she was mistaken for, and the handsome stranger she flirted with.

She tried sitting up from her unbearably uncomfortable hostel bed. As Jules did this, the world seemed to spin of kilter. Bile rose up her throat and her stomach lurched. Jules vision came in and out of focus. When the blurriness cleared Jules was met with the horrifying reality she was not in her hostel. Nor were her limbs worked into stiffness but bound behind her back. Numbly, Jules noticed the rope biting into the sensitive skin of her flesh. Or was it zip ties? She had never been kidnapped before and she never watched enough action films to take note.

“Morning princess.” The face of the handsome stranger from the night prior was suddenly in front of her. Jules flinched back as his finger brushed against her face. 

“I’m not-” Jules croaked. The threat of tears stung in the blondes eyes. She’s been dying for this holiday, for an escape but now she wanted nothing more than the safety of her own bed back home in London. 

“I want to go home.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible yet, love.”

Jules didn’t even know she had spoken. A frightful sob quaked through Jules’ body. “I think...oh god, I think there’s been some mistake.”

“There’s no mistake princess, you’re going to get me and my mates a lot of money.”

“But I don’t have any money!” She shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The smile that seemed so charming last night sent a shiver down Jules spine. She shied away from his touch but he grabbed her face in his calloused hands. That same smile never leaving his lips as he swiped the tears off of her face. “Do you understand?”

In some sense yes, Jules did understand. She understood he was crazy. She understood he wanted money she could not provide. She understood he believed she was actually a princess. It seemed it was he who did not understand. 

Try as she might, Jules could not convince him, to make him believe she wasn’t a princess. He didn’t understand she had no one to pay the hefty ransom he demanded. Her roommate could barely afford her half of their rent. Jules reminded him consistently her name was Juliet Rowan not the princess he mistook her for. 

It didn’t take him long to gag her. He shoved a wad of napkins into her mouth. Jules’ mouth was already dry but now she was choking on the lack of moisture in her mouth and throat. 

Hours seemed to pass but perhaps it was only minutes. Regardless of the passage of time, Jules came to the conclusion she would die here. With a heavy sigh of resignation, Jules’ eyes fluttered closed. 

Jules was jolted awake as she was thrown over her captor’s shoulder. “Shit!” He muttered as he ran down a hall. The sound off bullets and shouts clogged Jules’ ears though they sounded far away, as if underwater.

Her captor cried out and his knees buckled out from under him. Jules fell on the hard concrete. She screamed against her gag, her teeth grinding together. Jules rolled onto her side, huddling into the fetal position for safety. 

“I’ve got her!” Someone shouted, causing Jules to huddle tighter into herself. A gentle brushed Jules’ hair off of her neck. For a second Jules thought this was it, she was going to be strangled to death. Two finger’s pressed into her neck just under her jaw. It dawned on her, they were checking for a pulse.

This made her relax enough to peak up at the person hovering over her. Her eyes locked on a pair of green eyes framed by a pair of thick glasses. A crease formed between the strange man’s brows. Jules’ noticed his well tailored suit as he rose his hands up non-threateningly. “I’m gonna sit you up alright?”

Jules nodded slowly. His strong hands gently gripped her shoulders and sat her up. Jules’ head spun. She groaned as the room spun. Jules’ vision focused and she stared at the man helping her. He seemed to realize her the gag and pulled it from her mouth. 

Jules sagged in relief and sputtered a cough. “Thank you.”

He seemed to wave off her thanks as if he did this all the time. “How about we get you outta here?”

He tried to scoop her into his arms but Jules hissed in pain. The man set her back down. “My arms.”

He seemed to understand. He rose to his feet before dropping down into a crouch behind her. With a quick swipe of a knife Jules couldn’t see, her wrists were freed from their binds. Jules all but moaned in relief as she rolled out her tense shoulders. 

The man scooped her up with the faintest of smiles. “You good, love?”