mascars

Guys, is this a safe space to say that I have  literally had no motivation whatsoever for the past couple months (I havem't for two years but it has like gotten worse since january) to the point I can barely get out of bed (unless I force myself to do so) I can't even go to school for a full week, I can't shower and do stuff like the simpliest tasks. My desk is literally filled with mugs, glasses, plates and bowls and It is so disgusting (for me) and my room is so messy and disgusting. Ugh I'm so annoyed bro  okay so so sorry for the rant.
          
          I love you all

We are so close to 1k rwads omg

Hello kids (yes i havent forgotten i adopted you) so I apologise for the wait with the past few chapters, I genuinley have no idea why it has been taking me so long to write, honestly I think its cos I didn't actually epect people to read this let alone actually enjoy it amd that actually shocked me, especially when I had people messaging me paragraphs on tiktok telling me how much they like the fic, like oh my gosh . I love you all so so much, thank you so much for reading the fic, I promise I will get better at posting!!

MAMA MASCARS STILL SHAKESPEARE 

Her fingers lazily curled around his shirt again.
          "You know what else?"
          Tom couldn't help the tiny smile.
          "There is more?"
          "There is always more."
          "Of course."
          
          She yawned softly.
          "I think..."
          Another yawn interrupted her.
          "...your heartbeat is my favourite sound."
          
          Tom froze.
          Completely.
          
          Ivy, blissfully unaware of what she'd just done to him, continued.
          "It means you're here."
          Her voice was barely above a whisper now.
          "And if you're here..."
          She sighed contentedly.
          "...everything feels less scary."
          
          Tom looked at the top of her head.
          He wanted to tell her.
          Merlin...
          
          He wanted to tell her that hearing her breathe had become his favourite sound.
          
          That every time she laughed, something inside him settled.
           
          That every nightmare she woke from safely felt like a miracle.
          

I'm goimg  back to sleep omg i feel like ivy bro

I'M SO HUNGRY I COULD EAT MAMASCARS AND HER FANFICS

It feels like I've been trying to sleep for ages but in reality it has only been 10 minutes

Holy fuckimg wroters block omds

WHY THE FUCK WOMT IT LDY ME REPLY TO PEOPLESCOMMENYS ON OTHER PEOPLES FUCKING STORYS AHABAH