You know what, I’m just going to say it…
…I’m starting to fall in love with Stevie, and I’m not sorry.
When I mentioned before about shipping her with Victoria—that’s still a go. But now that she’s apparently Jack’s mother (which I guessed yet am stunned nevertheless), I’m hoping she sticks around.
I’m not comfortable with her taking over Grayson Manor, however. That is the Queen’s castle and shall remain.
And can we talk about the way Victoria leant over Jimmy’s body and said “relax, honey” as he was dying?
Tripped me the fuck out.
It gave me chills, yes, but it kind of turned me on too. Is that wrong?
The shriek was so loud Emily swiftly places her hand over Victorias mouth her other hand still firmly situated in a now very wet place. She pushes Victoria back onto her bed, Emily now ontop of her and saying something like 'we don't have a lot of time now, one of the maids will be up to check what that scream was for' She then releases both hands and pulls of Victorias panties,took ahold of her legs and pulled her across to the edge if the bed and ... Did stuff Haha 🙈
be fun if, Victoria is angry as hell, Emily says something annoying, Victoria slaps her across the face, and storms off to her bedroom... she starts taking off her jewelry and Emily appears in the doorway, Victoria tells her to get out, Emily grabs her and forces her over her knee, once Victoria is pink in the cheeks Emily lets her up and receives another slap to her face, she then rips off Victoria's dress and as she kisses her the ice queen melts in her arms... then they do some other stuff. X
Do go on…
Please could you write some more Vemily fanfic? I'm dying here!
Please don’t fret because I’m a die-hard Vemily shipper and that won’t ever change.
Have you checked out my page on FanFiction?
I think back when Jack went to Victoria's house to get the gun to shoot Conrad... and Victoria walked in and she was like do it I deserve it.. He should have (well it would have been hot if he had) said something like, no, I'll show you what you deserve... And grabbed her thrown her against the wall kissing her, his hands everywhere,then pulled up her skirt and took her on Conrad's desk... Just my thoughts on it..
Great. Now I'm shipping Jack and Victoria because of you... Thank you eh! :p
Um yeah, sorry—not sorry…and you’re welcome (:
A Brandy would be lovely.
I really wanted them to have an affair. It would’ve been wrong, but it would’ve been hot.
Headcanon: Regina and Henry break his memory curse via true loves kiss and afterwards Regina calls him her little prince then we all die.
This needs to happen. Seriously.
I want it to be True Love’s kiss that triggers the return of Henry’s memories and I want to be Regina’s.
Emma did it, why can’t Regina?
If the writer’s miss this opportunity, I’ll be severely disappointed ):
Are you still doing the Aimily 5 sentences because I've sent in a few and they haven't been done, so I'm just curious
I’m sorry Anon ):
Any prompts that have ever been sent to me, I still have, and I do have quite a few aimily ones.
Sometimes I have to step away from certain ships because either I’m not feeling them at the moment or I’m out of ideas. But I will come back, never fear (:
And I don’t mean offense or any disrespect by saying that. Just sometimes when I sit down to write, I’ll be in more of a vemily mood or nemily or convict than others and go through those prompts while I’m in that state of mind and my juices are flowing.
Wither you write or not, I hope you understand and that I made sense.
I’ll see if I can do a couple during my break today to tide some of you aimily shippers over until I can find more time (:
A look on the bright side, if nothing else, is there’s only a week left until Revenge returns to us!
I’ve seen this photograph very frequently on tumblr and Facebook, always with the simple caption, “Ghost Heart”. What exactly is a ghost heart?
More than 3,200 people are on the waiting list for a heart transplant in the United States. Some won’t survive the wait. Last year, 340 died before a new heart was found.
The solution: Take a pig heart, soak it in an ingredient commonly found in shampoo and wash away the cells until you’re left with a protein scaffold that is to a heart what two-by-four framing is to a house.
Then inject that ghost heart, as it’s called, with hundreds of millions of blood or bone-marrow stem cells from a person who needs a heart transplant, place it in a bioreactor - a box with artificial lungs and tubes that pump oxygen and blood into it - and wait as the ghost heart begins to mature into a new, beating human heart.
Doris Taylor, director of regenerative medicine research at the Texas Heart Institute at St. Luke’s Episcopal Hospital in Houston, has been working on this— first using rat hearts, then pig hearts and human hearts - for years.
The process is called decellularization and it is a tissue engineering technique designed to strip out the cells from a donor organ, leaving nothing but connective tissue that used to hold the cells in place.
This scaffold of connective tissue - called a “ghost organ” for its pale and almost translucent appearance - can then be reseeded with a patient’s own cells, with the goal of regenerating an organ that can be transplanted into the patient without fear of tissue rejection.
This ghost heart is ready to be injected with a transplant recipient’s stem cells so a new heart - one that won’t be rejected - can be grown.
He’s pissed, that much she can tell. But he’s the one who started this whole thing and it serves him right, so she continues to do what just yesterday was reserved for only Aiden to a man whose always carried a torch for her—for longer than he’s been alive.
Though she digresses because that thought is rather depressing and she’s traveled down that particular train more than enough times and its never ended well.
When all is said and done, the ride home, or what they’ve come to call it for them both, is as expected—quiet, distant, and unnerving.
The silence is quickly rushed out of the backseat of their chauffeured Benz when he suddenly twists his body to face her. “Are you having it off with him?”
Her head skids to the very back of her neck, features contorting to a mixed expression of offense, confusion, and disdain. “What?”
"You heard me, Victoria, are you. Screwing. Him!”
"The fact that you seriously feel you have to ask, I wish I had!" she yells in return, causing their driver’s eyes to chance a brief glance at them through the rear-view mirror before concentrating much more contentedly out the windshield than he had prior. "I suppose I should be grateful that you paid any attention to me at all."
"The bloody hell does that mean?" he speaks without thinking, too caught up in himself before his conscience can catch up.
It’s then that he sees it—all of it, that he notices the slight redness to her eyes, the beginning stages of shading underneath them, the fainest tug at one corner of her mouth turned down in…was that disappointment?
The way she’s angled toward the door and despite the glassiness of those blackened orbs, Victoria glares back at him with the same level of temperament she’s infamous for.
He not only sees the anger but the hurt as well, and the age difference between them becomes more pronounced.
"You presume, Aiden. Tonight with Pascal was nothing more than an innocent game of vex, to get a reaction out of you." she explained, albeit dolefully, her voice constricting under the pressure of her throat welling up on her. "I see the way you look at other women…at younger women. You’ve stopped looking at me that way, and I—”
"Victoria," Aiden tries again and again is interrupted.
"I can’t compete with that—I won’t." she shakes her head in defeat, in defiance.
In stubborn pride, he surmises with a hint of amusement and smirks. “Permission to speak, now?”
Victoria rolls her eyes but manages a nod and dismissive wave of her hand, continuing to restrain the prickling sensation threatening to leak from her ducts.
"I can’t help the wandering eye. I’m a man, that’ll never change."
"But what I can guarantee is that you will always captivate me—my attention as well as my heart." He reaches to cup her free in his and brings it to his chest before raising it to his lips. "Because I am yours, with only pure intention. And you, my dear sweet precious love, are mine."
So, this got a bit away from me. But you did request for it to be a bit longer than five sentences. Hope this was, and the other two as well, met your expectations (: