"There's no sane way to say 'oh hey! I'm from a century and a half in the future. No big deal, have fun with World War One!'" "A century and a half?" Vincent repeated. "World War One?!" Nathanael cried. "Exactly!" Jane yelled "And on top of that, you're saying that I'm a fucking witch? It's unbelievable!" Jane Wood, a 'normal' twenty year old woman, was just trying to live her life. The last thing she needs is to get thrown 134 years in the past and find out that she's a witch, but fate is a bitch. In the words of our venerable protagonist: "Fuck." Yes, dear reader, I am aware that the description is terrible. I write stories, not descriptions. Please give it a chance anyway.

A mithzan x reader -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "and ever since I'd started doing things for myself rather than others- I've been happy." "my cheeks were stained by tears- sure, but hell if I wasn't smiling." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-==-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= A story in which you work at a job you never wanted with a boyfriend you felt trapped with, until you met a certain redhead named Max. A redhead who helps you find your way, loves you when no-one else will and eventually keeps you happy. A mithzan//Max fanfiction//short story. E d i t, -Isupposeso

"Reason number one not to fall in love with Phil Lester, he speaks in colors." ~ Dan Howell is in his last year of high school when, thanks to a bet, he is forced to prove to his friend how easy it is to not fall in love with somebody who cares for the stars more than he cares for himself. Who's crazy plans always seem to get him in trouble. Who, especially, feels in colors. {Lil bit of a trigger warning for here and there. Mentions of suicide, cutting, etc. This is a fluff phanfiction. There is no smut or bad swearing.} Translated to Spanish by @debilitae