https://t.co/fOYswZAQhX as much as I love this fandom, and it breaks my heart to be saying this: I am going to be leaving.
as someone who was one of the first people to ever write in this fandom and has invested so much of her time and energy into this character, it saddens me —
https://t.co/fOYswZAQhX — deeply to have had to make this decision but being here no longer feels right.
this fandom has become a very different place where it feels rather unwelcoming to exist, and this is not a critique to anyone in particular... it is just the way I have —
https://t.co/fOYswZAQhX — come to feel and that is okay...
maybe I will come back here again when I feel better once again, but for now, you all can find me on my writer's account (@musingsofoizys). goodbye! 🩶
“ I was sleeping with the person that helped put you there, ” the female stated, matter-of-factly. “ I don’t enjoy gossip but this… this clearly wasn’t gossip. ”
she had a bit of a sweet tooth, the real kind of sweet tooth. the ones that rot your teeth and send you to the dentist. if you are going to commit sin, might as well commit it the right way.
“ and those little vitamin pills, as well as the occasional apple... ”
so⸺ chocolate and chocolate cookie based. it earns a small chuff of laughter, samira reaching back to pick up her reserved banana walnut.
❛don't tell me you get your five a day exclusively via raspberry marmalade.ᐣ❜
“ chocolate, ” the female muttered as she pursed her lips into a thin line and moved to open the box, gaze scanning the selection. “ or oreo... I like oreo muffins. ”
there is a pause.
“ and I hate anything and everything fruity, unless it has raspberry marmalade. ”
❛i'll have you know that's consistently one of the most sold flavours of muffins year round.❜
helps that it's not a seasonal fruit.
her own oakbrown gaze catches garcia's, same smile still on her lips. ❛why⸺ what's your poison.ᐣ❜
yolanda's gaze lands on the bus that is being presented to her before an eyebrow slowly raises at the other's comment and her chocolate hues, very slowly, move back towards the other.
“ I am certain you are the only one who wants that particular flavor. ”
amusement splits her winter-dry lips but samira doesn't even wince, the twenty-four hour shift taking the last of her professional decorum.
scooting over a little bit, she reveals the box her strategic lounging had been hiding.
❛dibs on the banana walnut.❜