In which she falls for her brother's best friend ❝When I need a friend, You're the one that I choose, We're better together, Whenever we get stars in our eyes, Synchronize❞ 🎖️ #4 in boy meets world 🎖️ #4 in Shawn Hunter

"Pulling his switchblade out from his pocket, she flicks it open and brings it to her mouth- sticking out her tongue and placing it flat against the shiny silver blade while meeting his lust filled gaze. Running the blade along her tongue leaving remnants of her saliva along it, she takes it from her mouth and brings it down to her fingertips- tip of it piercing into her skin as she twirls it with her other hand. "Now are you going to be a good boy for me?" Sounding like a sweet innocent angel with a halo hovering above her head. She takes the blade from between her fingertip and brings the bloodied tip towards his mouth, rubbing it along his lips gently covering them in a thin layer of the blood." Zero magic involved in this fanfic!! Nothing like other Harry Potter fanfics. Drugs, mafia, and assassins. Started: January 20, 2021 #5 lorenzozurzolo - 03/07/2021

Y/n had known the freaks her whole life. They had all smoked their very first joints together. For the freaks, High school was a task they had never cared enough about to actually work hard at. But ever since Daniel met Lindsay and she started dating Nick, who Y/n had had a crush on for forever but never admitted, high school seemed to become a little more important. It started to become something that they should care about. -- More of a friendship book than a romance, but who knows there could be a little romance going on, a little love triangle or a little secret dating. but i might also be lying about that, who knows? guess you'll have to read and find out... all credits go to the writers of Freaks and Geeks, except Y/n, who I own and love. She's very cool :)

❝You're a gem.❞ ❝because of my Green eyes?❞ ❝well yes, but because you're precious.❞

When my mother was alive, magic was the only string that kept her and I together. The silly card tricks, even pulling a rabbit out of the hat. It all connected me to her, pulling me into a seemingly better reality than where I was. But in the blink of an eye, she was gone. That string snapped. Magic was only real if you believed, and at that point, it was just a game to me. All it did was provide false hope. I forced myself to keep performing for her, deceive others into thinking that what they saw was real. Seeing magic fill others with joy made me question; why. Why would seeing something impossible make someone so happy? Because seeing is believing. And the closer you look, the less you'll see.

Delusion. Tricks. Lies. Deception. The Horsemen prefer to call it magic. "and now I'm laughing through my tears, I'm crying through my fear, but baby, if I had to choose, the joke's on you" Jack Wilder x OC cover credits: -cleverlittleminx

temperance (n.) ❝moderation in action, thought, or feeling❞ ❝strange,❞ the magician mumbled out loud. ❝why would my tarot card be the temperance.❞ she pondered over it and continued her research, waiting for the day that was printed on the back of said, tarot card.

NOW YOU SEE ME | ❝The more you think you see, the easier it'll be to fool you.❞ [JACK WILDER] [ R E W R I T I N G ]

@arabellaarreo: finding out your bully in high school is now an oscar nominee and has been multiple years is not cash money. dhmu

i am so in love with this man. a collection of fantasies for andrew garfield, most of them will be tasm related. on hold, thank you for all the love :)