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200 followers giveaway

It seems somehow fitting that I got to 200 followers the night before I posted the last chapter of Let Me Be Your Light. It still boggles my mind how many people like to read my scribbles! It really seems like yesterday when I got 100 and that felt so wild to me. I can’t really describe how strange 200 feels. This is gonna sound exaggerated and overly emotional but being here with you guys and creating for you has seriously changed my life. I am more me now than I have been in years. 

THANK YOU! 

Doing the rhink fic giveaway was so much fun the last time I want to do it again! 

If you want to, you can read the last giveaway’s fics here: 1st prize, 2nd prize and 3rd prize.

To enter you have to be my follower and either like or reblog (or both, for two chances!) for a chance to win a fic written by me according to your specification. Fluff/angst/smut. I can try my hand at kinks too. (I don’t write otp4/underage nsfw stuff/non-con.)

1st prize: A rhink fic of at least 3000 words.

2nd prize: A rhink ficlet of at least 1500 words.

3rd prize: A rhink ficlet of at least 1000 words.

I’ll choose the winners on  Tuesday June 25th. You have until 20:00 EEST to participate.

love is a battlefield // rain on me

Spot on. Gorgeous description.

There’s a reason we say people cling to each other for dear life. It happens when they’re desperate, in need of comfort, looking for a little human contact to override the hurt they’re feeling inside. Needing support is like oxygen. You can’t breathe, can’t think straight because your mind is running through hundreds of thoughts and you have no idea what to believe. It’s nice to have something, someone, there as a shoulder, a body to comfort your own. It’s intimate, in a way that isn’t too revealing, that doesn’t minimise what you’re going through. It’s peaceful, despite the electrical charges shooting through you as you face the truth, as you grasp, clutch at the one person who can understand you better than anybody else, who can share your grief. You need someone to cry with, and love with that heart of yours that feels like it’s breaking into a thousand pieces. You need comfort, and peace, and a little help to get through the pain. You claw at them to make sure they never leave. You wrap your fingers around the arms that hold you tight, keep you safe. You lean on them, rely upon their own heartbreak to match yours. You need them, love them, find yourself unable to think straight unless they hold you, unless they grip you right back, fingers into your skin and breath against your own. You breathe out, gasp, maybe sob and weep until you no longer feel the sting. You live, within the comfort of the arms of your other half, of your missing piece, of the only person who can truly feel the same way you do in that moment. You lean, you search for comfort in the arms that wrap around you, that hold you so tight that you feel like you might explode. You cling to them for dear life, because you’re not sure that you’ll survive if you don’t. You love, you live, and you cry for those who won’t.

Reblog this post if Rhett & Link have changed your life.

Do it.

Me and You ❤️❤️❤️

Rhett and his crazy noises XD

“Holy shit I’m so glad they brought back the love triangle.”

— NO ONE. NO ONE EVER. (via antivian)