Hey, Did You Know You Can Get Migraines In Your Eyeballs? And It Can Last For Days? I Sure Didn't! I

Hey, did you know you can get migraines in your eyeballs? And it can last for days? I sure didn't! I honestly thought I had a stroke when I woke up with a horrific headache, nausea, and blurry vision in one eye.

So, The Sweetest Sting is delayed until Tuesday. I decided to add in some Amelia stuff as the people have spoken but I've been unable to really work on it for two days. I'm so sorry. I thought I'd be finishing it up by now but life (and eyeballs) have decided differently.

Hopefully this little snippet will tide you over:

Marshall looked down at her, his brow furrowed. Then without a word, he shoved her against the side wall. There was no preamble, no teasing. He kissed her, deep and rough. She moaned against his demanding mouth as he gripped her braids. When he pulled back, she wanted to scream with frustration. “Since I stepped foot in this place,” he said. “You’ve been the only one I wanted. But I’m not the type to give you more than this.” His grip tightened in her hair and he kissed her again. “There’s something about you. You make me wish I could commit to just one girl. But I can’t.” His eyes glittered with a pain she didn’t fully understand. Before she could react, he spun her around, her back to his chest so she was facing the doorway, where Lewie stood frozen. “He can, though.”

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I genuinely got short of breath when I saw this. It's PERFECTION. Ugh god I love his stupid hair and bad tattoo. Yeah he's a cheater and liar, but I CAN FIX HIM.

I miss S1 so much 😭

Talented friends are being talented 😍 @libelle949 so kindly stepped away from Jin to draw our favourite fuckboy for me 🥰 (despite her not taking art requests anymore) & I can't stop screaming about it!!!

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Can't decide whether to stare at his disgustingly beautiful face, his ridiculous boyband hair or his arms which would definitely crush me 🥵🥵🥵

I started reading The Sweetest Sting earlier tonight, and. I know the fic's good when I want to read more right now, even though I specifically told myself that I'd pace myself with 2 chapters a day, leading up to this coming chapter 😭

I'm still replaying that scene where Ozzy cracked on with Grace between the sheets in CHAPTER ONE.. oh my god

Bwhahaha just saw this in my inbox! Ozzy is a ho.

It's always the last few lines of a story that elude me till like five minutes before I plan to post. Why am I like this? JUST HAVE THEM BONE THEIR WAY TO HAPPILY EVER AFTER, CHRISTY.

You should be booped, and often, and by someone who knows how.

😂😂😂 Frankly my dear, I don't give a boop?

God, I fucking love her more than I've ever loved another human.

The Tortured Poets Department Prologue

At this hearing I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department With a summary of my findings A debrief, a detailed rewinding For the purpose of warning For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall I had been struck by a case of a restricted humanity Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y

You see, the pendulum swings Oh, the chaos it brings Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spent years denying what's ill fated Resentment rotting away galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets. Tried dimming the shine. Tried to orbit his planet. Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight bursting through Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower Swinging a sword he could barely lift But loneliness struck at that fateful hour Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

"In summation, it was not a love affair!" I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase. It was self harm. It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet's face Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence My tarnished coat of arms My muses, acquired like bruises My talismans and charms The tick, tick, tick of love bombs My veins of pitch black ink

All’s fair in love and poetry

Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department