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QOTD: Who is one of your fave authors?
Ruby Landers is one of mine!
Every June I highlight a different fave queer author and this year itâs Ruby Landers!
Her books are incredible and emotional and wonderful. If youâre a romance reader looking to feel all the feels, I canât recommend her books enough. And sheâs Aussie đ
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In the mood of sharing my favorite wlw books
Sometimes I think about this show and cry and by sometimes I mean all the time
8/7/2017
Yeah I talk shit about Chibnall era a lot but Yaz and Jack's conversation where she says that knowing the doctor and being left behind is worse than not knowing her at all,,, that gets me okay
Into The Hollow || Saving Graces
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Saving Graces - Sneak Peek
So...Chapter 3 of Eric and Jadeâs journey through parenthood is coming along nicely :). When Ch 3 picks up, Jade will be in her third trimester of a difficult pregnancy, and her strife with Eric doesnât make things any better. Hereâs a little teaser:Â
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âHe is my son, Jade! You canât just-â
âYes the fuck I can, Eric! Let me remind you of something imperative...â
Jadeâs eyes flash with rage, mixing with pain. âYou keep saying heâs âyourâ son, but youâre forgetting that heâs also my son as well! You donât get to make unilateral decisions...he may be yours, but I am not! This is my decision...the rare one you canât interfere with, and tough shit if you donât like it!â Jade screams, her blood pressure beginning to rise.
Eric struggles to stay calm, knowing he canât lose his temper. Jade is in bad shape as it is, screaming at her will only make it worse. Jadeâs chest heaves as she clutches her pregnant bump, starting to look pale. Taking several deep breaths, he wills his voice to remain at a normal level.
âI want to be there when my son is born, Jade...our bullshit has nothing to do with him.â
âYouâre right, it doesnât...so it shouldnât taint him as soon as he enters the world.â
Ericâs nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing. âTaint...how would it taint him?â he asks slowly, praying her answer doesnât make him lose his cool. Jade squeezes her eyes shut, trying to word this as well as she possibly can.
âEric, I donât want him to be born into a room full of tension, with two parents that can barely stand each other. My mother is the most logical choice to be in the delivery room. Yes, heâs your son too, but Iâm the one giving birth...Iâm going to need her support to help me bring our son into the world safely. Look on the bright side...â
Jadeâs throat catches with unshed tears, her heartache coming to the surface. âOnce heâs born, we can go back to communicating by email and text...you wonât have to be around me as much anymore. Youâll have him on your days, and Iâll have him on mine...your life can go on as it was.â Her voice breaks on that last note, quickly turning so he doesnât see the tears streaming down her face.
Eric marvels at Jadeâs ability to make him feel like his heart was impaled with a spear, without ever touching him. His jaw clenches, gritting his teeth while once again wrestling his anger and longing away.
âIs that really what you think I want, Jade?â
Blinded
You and I are one in the same when it comes to a lot of our reactions to emotional damage. March of this year brought to me so much chaos and power in destruction that I jerked away like a hand touching fire. I spent so much time worrying about how to make up for the fact that I almost took your life, trying to come to grips with the knowledge that you were locked up on violent charges because I didn't want you to die and the realization of what I'd done and the fear of death not on your own accord took over you. I wondered if, like me, you realized just how toxic we came to be, that we were our own individual messes that neither could clean up for the other. I put money on your phone account so you could talk to two people whose numbers you may have know, only to learn it wasn't so last moment. I begged the prosecutor to not incarcerated you, but rather help get you somewhere that could heal your head and your heart because jail wasn't going to help. I didn't turn to those who said they loved you like family, but stole your stuff when I wasn't around, lied about you, and talked bad of you, seeing that I was the only one willing to try to connect you to someone outside and wasn't slandering you, only myself. The same people saying I was doing shit against you listened to me cry about how I couldn't sleep or even function when faced with anything involving what I have done. My remorse and hurt remained in the dark... I tried reaching out to you against everyone's wishes and better judgment because i wanted you to know how sorry I was because no one else would. I see what part I played and for that, I am focusing on my faults and knowing the disaster won't stop until I change. I prayed day and night for you. I asked for prayers for you every Sunday that God could do what I could never do. We both are destructive forces who are trying to be repaired. I love you enough to step back while you are filled with resent and anger, not wanting to bring your monsters back. I love you enough to know that you won't forgive yourself until you can forget me. I love you enough to pray for the best for you as I watch you try to burn me. You're hurt beyond compare, and I've learned I cannot fix that. I'm not God. I hope He brings the darkness to light for you. I will not continue to cause you more harm. Take care of yourself. See you on the other side
