Hi, so I made a notification list for my future fics with Susie and Eddie. One of them will posted tomorrow and is pretty mature...

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Eddie: Despite few minor niggles, you actually came out on top.

Susie: *stares at him intensely* I always do.

Eddie: Tell me all about it.

I love how in episode 4 Susie just waits for Eddie to burn himself with this Max-n*zi business and lets him learn his lesson.

I literally cried during the great gatsby outro

Lana is performing today at Coachella and my 14 yo me is gonna die happy (finally)

something's got a hold of me lately .

I was wondering why I love Eddie and Susie so much and then I rewatched Out of Africa. Everything started to make perfect sense.

🕊️ just a lil jj!reader moodboard 🕊️

TW: discussion of death, please talk to someone or call a service, if you are overwhelmed and think that you can’t continue, please

I wanted to die even though I didn’t know what death really is. So, I made up my own definition. Death was not all my bodily functions coming to an end, my brain ceasing to comprehend its surrounding, not my consciousness somehow leaving my corpse. Death was lying motionless on my bed looking at the ceiling where all precious memories were skimming in front of my eyes. Not only memories, my thoughts about future were even deadlier. A vision of happiness I do not deserve. With time it turned into a vision of my inevitable fall. I was telling myself I am not alive. That this body is dead. Only my mind worked tirelessly. As if it was overcompensating for inactivity of my limbs. How do I tell people that I died? A part of me came back, other part was lost forever. It wasn’t a resurrection. It was not a miracle. In a sense I am still on that bed. I chained myself to it. Sometimes, I would stop in the middle of a busy street and look at my image reflected in a window display. Am I alive? This person is a blur. Is that truly me? Is it what remained? Can you really come back from the dead?

Prompt #1081: Quotes (80)

"You will find that the word 'fear' is not in my vocabulary."

"Perhaps. But it's in your eyes."

The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) dir. Garry Marshall

me: *thinks no one will want to read my Eddie x Susie fic*

10 legend mutuals: *sign up for a notification once the fic is published*

so i pour myself out, and pour and pour, somehow i am never running out, i am still here, filled to the brim with words, like never before, apparently i will never run out, they will keep on drowning me, and i will try to escape by pouring, pouring, pouring from an empty me

I will give you an idea about what you should write next. Imagine you are at the seaside, or on the forest edge, or anywhere vast and unknown but beautiful, tempting. Imagine you feel an inexplicable pull. You know you can’t be stopped, you want to dip your toes. So much. It is too strong to resist. Yes, write about things that spark your curiosity and those that scare you the most. Lean into them, carefully consider, try to name each thought passing through your mind. Create your own definitions, metaphors, look for words which you wouldn’t normally use in such situations. Feel your toes slipping, you can’t defer it any longer, it will happen soon and your writing will consume you entirely, eternally.

Susie Glass and Eddie Horniman from The Gentlemen (2024-ongoing) as text posts