I definitely didn't.
You guys got me nominated for the Lashton awards.
Yay!
*cue cheering*
Really, it was all you guys. Hell, I could've written TFiOS on here (I can't) and still wouldn't have been nominated if you guys weren't here.
*wipes away tear*
Thank you for the lovely comments on the previous note (which I will delete) (after taking a screenshot of the comment section) (I need your love, okay?). They made me very happy.
So, basically, I'm in the Up and Coming section (oh god I just realised how awfully dirty minded that is) (I'm so sorry). You don't have to vote for me. I don't know what the other books are, but I'm sure they've managed to capture your heart. It would be nice though.
I mean,
*clears throat in preparation for a long an emotional speech*
I kind of see you guys as a huge crowd with Malum and Lashton banners and knives and pitchforks and torches and swords and guns and goedendags (medieval weapon) (hey, I did my research for this story, okay?) and sp-
Okay I should stop now.
But basically, what bonds you is your anger towards the duke. You guys are like a chameleon crowd, if Lashton kisses, you turn to this adorable fluffy pink and then there's some Malum and you're a deep red and then I mention the duke and BOOM! "Let's scrape out all his internal organs and shove them up his nose :)" "LET'S BRING OUT THE PITCHFORKS AND TORCHES"
Most of you hated Calum for a while (I can recall a certain Calum girl who refused to abandon her beliefs) and then Ashton got his time in the I-dislike-you spotlights, but let's admit, even combined they don't meet up to the duke.
So, yeah.
Vote for me.
Or don't.
I don't really deserve it because I haven't updated in ages. (How long's it been, like 2 weeks?)
But someone gave me an idea and sparked my imagination! (Vote for Over and Over if you wanna thank her). Unfortunately, I won't be able to upload until Friday because I'm at my grandmother's house right now and my iPad and laptop (on which my stories are saved) aren't connected to the internet. Let's just hope that I manage to finish the chapter by Friday...
I LOVE YOU.
Ik heb je lief.
Je t'aime.
Te amo. (That's Latin, not Italian. I don't speak Italian.)
Astrid
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FanfictionAshton Fletcher Irwin, son of duke Tomas Irwin, is supposed to marry this year. Suitors are lining up, coming from the farthest corners of the country. He does not want to marry though, and when in a fit of rage he catches sight of a kitchen boy, he...