credits to the author!! Summary: "I am not harmless," Eddie had said, his eyes thundering-a challenge. "I could ruin your life." "I dare you," Richie had replied, a smug smile on his face.

Harold Lowe has managed to claw his way up the career ladder of the British merchant marines, rising from a ship's boy to a master mariner with one of the world's elite passenger lines. Along the way, he's learned to master not only his craft, but also his unpredictable emotions. Now through providence or fate, he's been assigned to the largest and most luxurious ship in the world. It's the culmination of all his dreams, the pinnacle of his career. He finally has everything he's ever wanted, and nothing - and no one - could possibly interfere with his carefully-laid plans... Corrine Donnelly's idyllic childhood in Ireland is shattered by the death of her beloved mother. Fighting with a distant and neglectful father, Corrine leaves home to live with her uncle in Southampton. But she soon finds that Southampton, like Ireland, is too small for her dreams. Saving every penny from her job as a clerk at her uncle's ironmongery, she dreams of boarding one of those giant liners and forever leaving the restrictions of England behind for the bright possibilities of a new world... One day in early April 1912, the fate of these two wanderers becomes entwined, and they are irresistibly drawn together on the maiden voyage of the 'ship of dreams'. Will their blossoming relationship survive the sinking - or go down with the ship? ✦ Beautiful cover by StoriesbyRosieAnna ✦

Imagines and one-shots for the characters of SPN

This work is pure fanfiction. The events in this story has some of the first and second season of the Bates Motel series. " A boy's bestfriend is his mother..." I message Kerry Ehrin (co-creator of Bates Motel) on twitter about this story last 2014 (yep that's how long I've written this) and she replied to me! how cool is that!

I'm not great at bios but you get the memo. Basically Norman bates imagines and preferences. - I'm screaming. Bully me now. This is well very well very oh my god at least some people enjoy it-

letters between long distance girlfriends in the summer of 1950 | lower case intended | w