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What happens when they get paired up for a Biology Project? Bio Lab could get interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight - Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Edward &amp;amp; Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7693130/1/The_Biology_Project"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7693130/1/The_Biology_Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHI9dWOp0q4/Tx2IrN9CiaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/xQv6PSi2w24/s1600/Bag-of-Flour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHI9dWOp0q4/Tx2IrN9CiaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/xQv6PSi2w24/s400/Bag-of-Flour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700862979382348194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I'm in love with this fic!  Everyday, I get an update, and I smile big!  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;  Let me tell ya why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This E&amp;amp;B are the best horny fucking teens ever!  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1980607/solostintwilight"&gt;Solostintwilight&lt;/a&gt;, aka  &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/holdmeRansom"&gt;@holdmeransom&lt;/a&gt; on Twitter, did such a great job writing them!  On one hand, you have Edward, who apparently, is a sex addict.  You find out why &amp;amp; the real reasons for this further in.  However, it's just freakin' entertaining as hell to see this boy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; run to the bathroom to yank the crank!  And Bella?  She's just a sweet new girl, dying to get some action and rid herself of that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pesky&lt;/span&gt; virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine the possibilities here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yes, Mr. Varner?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you help Ms. Swan to her next class? She's in Biology with you, I believe," he asked, and it was then that my eyes zeroed in on the girl beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big, innocent, chocolate brown eyes. Fuck if she didn't exude pure and sultry at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice long hair. Enough to wrap around my hands good and tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breasts were small, but perky. And hardening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it! Concentrate before you jizz in your pants…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, I was on my way to the restroom, Mr. Varner," I said trying to deflect the responsibility of walking this girl to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then if I was next to her, maybe I could look down the v-neck shirt she was wearing, tucked into those low-rise jeans that hugged tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to think of something else besides sliding her top to the side to see what color her bra was. Did she even wear a bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, that was hot. Just a little brush underneath and I could touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to trap them, or hide that bit of puckering pink…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can walk her to class and then take care of your business, son. You'll have time. Be a good man," he retorted and nodded before walking away, the matter settled in his head. I turned and looked at the new girl again, drawn back to her slender form before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hips were nice. Not too skinny, and just enough padding on the backside for …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she was a screamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably liked to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls with small tits seemed to like that. Or so the pornos suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while her tits were smaller than I liked, they showed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it cold today? Because they were getting even stiffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shirt was pretty fucking thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that a black bra strap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to tell around her hair. Was that her real color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if she matched down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she shaved or bushy as fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya had been waxed. It was a little weird. Smooth. But what did I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would hair be like? Trimmed maybe. But something to nudge with my nose as I went down on her. I swallowed and drew my eyes back up to her cautious stare, the heat rising in my face when I realized she had noticed me checking her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, it's this way" I mumbled and turned stiffly away from her, feeling her fall in step next to me. The pain in my jeans was worse now, knowing that she was next to me, and from the corner of my eye I could see her looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed the bathroom now desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, this would be eight times today.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is funny, sexy, and brings back so many hornball teenage memories.  Hell, I just got an alert that it updated...and yeah, I want to hurry this review up so I can run to read!   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my advice &amp;amp; do the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, this animated banner was inspired by a few things.  One, these two try so hard in the beginning to act normal, but in their minds, they want each other so bad.  And two, the Biology project itself has something to do with that bag of flour =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you'll love it, trust me!  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Good looking, wealthy, and charming, NYC's most reputable playboy doesn't take "no" for an answer. Then he meets Isabella Swan and all bets are off ... Except for one. *AH/AU/LEMONS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7358208/1/Hot_Commodity"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7358208/1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight - Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Bella &amp;amp; Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a good betting story.  It's been a good while though, since I've found one that I really liked.  I love the excitement of knowing it will all come crumbling down at some point.  That the truth will eventually come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love that shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finding this story made me smile big!  The first chapter alone makes me love this cocky Eddie so, so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLeVjAB17Rk/TxY2EtVpybI/AAAAAAAAA3I/enta_5T-x0E/s1600/robert%2Bpattinson%2Bgucci-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLeVjAB17Rk/TxY2EtVpybI/AAAAAAAAA3I/enta_5T-x0E/s400/robert%2Bpattinson%2Bgucci-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698801833001732530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Do you know anything about iPhones?  Mine seems to be broken." I hit her with the puppy dog eyes and a sheepish grin, holding the phone out to her. Her friend rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. I recognized her from somewhere but my scotch-induced stupor prevented me from remembering any details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with it? Not that I'd know anything about it, I haven't progressed past the flip phone era, but I could try to fix it." She took a gulp of champagne, probably to stop her nervous ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your number isn't in it," I said matter-of-factly. I was prepared for an eye roll, followed by a nervous smile, followed by the girl giving me her number and having several cocktails with me before going back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl was different. She choked on laughter and the champagne sprayed out her nose and all over the front of my Armani suit. Her brown eyes grew wide and her hand flew over her mouth in embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry! I can't believe I did that! But really, can you blame me? Who uses pick up lines these days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled despite myself. Under normal circumstances I'd be furious with this bitch. This suit had cost me almost two grand. Her eyes and her smile prevented me from getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry beautiful, with tits like those, you don't need to apologize for anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh course, B's all like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Fuck You Asswipe"&lt;/span&gt; and he's all like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"WTF?!"&lt;/span&gt; and then the story starts from there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(...and yes, I'm aware that the last sentence sounded like a 14 year old, aaaahhhhhhh, I'm blaming the weather for that one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, so this leads to Edwards and his buddy Jasper making a lil' bit of a bet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"For your information, she never said she didn't want to sleep with me. Given the opportunity, I'm sure she'd graciously accept an offer to go to bed." I'm not sure why I felt the need to defend myself. Getting turned down by one woman out of how many was nothing really. I was cocky, however, and I wasn't about to let this go. "In fact, I bet I could even make her fall in love with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you willing to wager something on that?" Jasper reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's going to take a hell of a lot more than money to send me on a wild goose chase like this. Money I already have, my friend." Jasper raised his eyebrows and reached in his pocket again, this time dropping a house key on the tabletop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Hamptons house is yours if you can win this woman over." Jasper was staring at something across the room with an amused smirk on his face. I followed his gaze and saw her gathering her things at the bar. She leaned in to hug the tall blonde standing next to her before following her friend from before towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I have to do is get her to love me? You've got yourself a deal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go, curious?  Me too!  Dying to know how this ride will come to an end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the blinkie for it was a fun ride as well, due to the fact that I used a lot of Miranda Kerr's body parts in it.  If you follow me on Tumblr, you'd know I have a serious crush on this woman.  Someday, she'll be mine.  Oh yes, she will be mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7358208/1/Hot_Commodity"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/CommodityBig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7358208/1/Hot_Commodity][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/CommodityBig.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7358208/1/Hot_Commodity"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/CommodityBig.gif"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7358208/1/Hot_Commodity"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Commodity.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7358208/1/Hot_Commodity][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Commodity.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7358208/1/Hot_Commodity"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Commodity.gif"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1976708605162508115-3104175922332968244?l=rosearcadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whatever you wanna call those animated banners&lt;/span&gt;), just me thanking a shitload of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;So read up, this might be for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone cares enough to show some love in the fandom, those awesome people need a big thank you!  So this is for you, the voters of the TwiFic Graphic Awards &amp; all the people who threw it together, including Orrington.Rose, Madam Akyria, m81170 and TwiFicPics!  Those gals worked damn hard to make these awards happen &amp; I'm blown away by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many, so freakin' many talented artist in this fandom &amp; I'm honored to be amongst them.  I also do some serious fangirling over their work as well.  I'd probably tackle some of these broods if I ever met them, so watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To view these &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;insanely&lt;/span&gt; talented winners, click on the &lt;a href="http://twificpics.com/graphicawards/?p=343#more-343"&gt;TwiFic Graphics Awards&lt;/a&gt; site&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the judges and voters, thank you so, so much for everything.  These awards mean so much to me.  I know I usually kid around and such, but I'm also an artist who puts pride in all the hours of work I throw into these babies.  I really love the thought of surprising a talented author &amp; repaying them for all the hard work &amp; free stories they give me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to have my artwork appreciated, it's better than getting motorboated by RPattz...what, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm serious&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0FaSaiUed4/TwoIkJnW72I/AAAAAAAAAzg/-RppYYF0O1s/s1600/Blinkie-AllHuman2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0FaSaiUed4/TwoIkJnW72I/AAAAAAAAAzg/-RppYYF0O1s/s400/Blinkie-AllHuman2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695374095912726370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHG-qcDYwPQ/TwoIj9GA0fI/AAAAAAAAAzY/kDxrfS2sW8c/s1600/Blinkie-AllHuman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KzYVJRmSGow/TwoJwmcSXdI/AAAAAAAAA08/STsuyo3JJ0Y/s400/VeteranAward.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695375409320975826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtwq0A3ER78/TwoJxrx6uYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/3I8z8QmCtd0/s1600/TripleThreatAward.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtwq0A3ER78/TwoJxrx6uYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/3I8z8QmCtd0/s400/TripleThreatAward.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695375427933747586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BTW, did I say thank you?  Ok, one more time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxhwfcOiF41r0dpsy.gif" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All My Love, All My Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/signature.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1976708605162508115-5721040948391020630?l=rosearcadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bring them down. He doesn't bargain on the mysterious thief who turns the case upside down, or on the mortal danger protecting her will put them both in. E&amp;amp;B OOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7415720/1/Thief_of_Hearts"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7415720/1/Thief_of_Hearts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight - Rated: M - Romance/Suspense - Edward &amp;amp; Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqcAp1-0_4o/Tv1GxxwxoII/AAAAAAAAAxA/paEnfNh9WF0/s1600/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B12292011%2B110335%2BPM.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqcAp1-0_4o/Tv1GxxwxoII/AAAAAAAAAxA/paEnfNh9WF0/s1600/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B12292011%2B110335%2BPM.bmp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;http: com="" img="" gif="" a=""&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On an uneventful day, not too long ago, I got a email from &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1965286/pattyrose"&gt;pattyrose&lt;/a&gt;, wondering if I would be interested in making her a blinkie.  Aaaaahhhh, but little did she know, I was kicking my feet and fangirling like a crazy girl after reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am a huge, HUGE fan of her other story &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5980177/1/This_Is_Who_I_Am"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This Is Who I Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I've gushed about it countless times on Twitter, declaring that it was one of the best Daddywards out there.  Read it at least 4 times since I found it late last Spring.  Freakin' love the hell outta that story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, HELL YEAH I wanted to make a blinkie for her new fic!  After quickly reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ToH&lt;/span&gt; and falling in love with it, I couldn't wait to get my hands on making this blinkie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, it's a damn good ride!  Edward is an undercover FBI agent, deep into his assignment to take down James and his group of doctors doing some seriously illegal activity.  He's willing to do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to get the job done, and in the mist of planting a few bugs in a hotel room, he comes face to face with a gorgeous brunette thief: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If not a name, then an address, or a phone number. Some way to find you again," I plead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chuckles. She's so close that the sound reverberates against my lips, tingling all the way down to my groin. If I don't kiss her soon, I may spontaneously combust. I might combust anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you seriously trying to pick me up?" she laughs incredulously, her eyes wicked with amusement again. The movement of her mouth has brought us closer. They are the softest, most lickable looking lips I've seen in my twenty-six years on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you ever heard of bars, clubs, even libraries?" she teases. "Any one of those would be a better option for you than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it anymore. I've never been so intoxicated in my life. I need that smart mouth on mine. I start to close the last bit of space between us; her breath hitches and her eyes widen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's that smart mouth now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our noses touch; our mouths are so close that the slightest movement on either part will cause them to come in contact. The magnetic pull is unstoppable. We're so close, but we stand there, stock still for a few seconds, drinking each other in, memorizing this moment, the moment before our first kiss – because I already know there'll be many, many more. We inhale each other's hot breath, and then I say the last few words I plan on saying before I claim her mouth. But they're important words, they need to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no other option for me than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips graze against hers as I murmur the words, and I feel the truth of them explode in every fiber of my being; in parts I never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A robbery has definitely taken place here tonight, in the middle of this dark room belonging to neither one of us. But it's nothing material that's been stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful, pale mysterious girl has somehow stolen my heart. It's fucking insane, yet I don't think I want it back.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there on it's like "Whoa!" then it's like "WHOA!!!" and then it's like "Whooooooooooooa"...you know what I'm sayin'?!  Lots of mystery, UST, why is she doing this, why is she there, here, everywhere, a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm not making any sense, but you just gotta read to see how this beautiful thief and this FBI undercover, sexy as hell man are connected in this web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while making this blinkie, I wanted to stress the characters themselves, because this is a very interesting E&amp;amp;B!  I also wanted to stress Edward's reaction to meeting Bella, because the line about a thief stealing his heart was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this fic, it's all around fantastic and I'm on the edge of my seat to find out what happens next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7415720/1/Thief_of_Hearts"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/ThiefBig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7415720/1/Thief_of_Hearts][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/ThiefBig.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7415720/1/Thief_of_Hearts"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/ThiefBig.gif"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7415720/1/Thief_of_Hearts"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Thief.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7415720/1/Thief_of_Hearts][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Thief.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7415720/1/Thief_of_Hearts"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Thief.gif"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1976708605162508115-9036769802828347404?l=rosearcadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Betrayal. Pain. A story of finally  getting what you want and hurting everyone in the process. AH, ExB and  ExA. M for language and graphic lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7599320/1/The_War_Is_Over"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7599320/1/The_War_Is_Over&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rated: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.fictionratings.com/" target="rating"&gt; M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - English - Angst/Drama -  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela &amp;amp; Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqjdLklimiM/TuJRP7Du9nI/AAAAAAAAAw0/S3gcPX5EVQE/s1600/tumblr_luejvtC7mo1qhl7yfo1_500%2B07.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqjdLklimiM/TuJRP7Du9nI/AAAAAAAAAw0/S3gcPX5EVQE/s400/tumblr_luejvtC7mo1qhl7yfo1_500%2B07.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684195013688227442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know what you're thinking.  I know.  I'm rec'ing out an Edward story that isn't with a Bella.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;  Trust me, I'm here, I'm the one typing this rec out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're probably like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF Rose&lt;/span&gt;!?" and you're seriously confused.  Or you're not surprised at all, in which case, sorry for the dramatics!  I'm aware of the fact that I usually pimp E&amp;amp;B here, but when I read this, I had to make an exception.  Let me start from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2129498/MariahajilE"&gt;MariahajilE&lt;/a&gt; has always been a kick ass Twitter friend and one of the best betas in the FF biz.  She is also very humble and didn't think to mention that she was writing a new Edward &amp;amp; Angela drabble to me.  When I did find it, due to a Tweets I saw, I loved it...ok, correction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angst h00r&lt;/span&gt; LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You put your hand on my stomach and push down lightly. For some  reason, it makes everything feel so much better. So full. So much more  intimate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know it's not, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You lean over a little and start moving faster, harder. You're really fucking me. It feels good. It feels like hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yep, that would be Angela, Bella's best friend, and Edward, Bella's boyfriend. Ang has always had a crush on Eddie, but now that he's with her BFF, she has to back off...until one night changes everything.  *squeeeeee* SO DAMN NAUGHTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I love a perfect Edward just as much as the next, but sometimes I want one that's horrible, yet sexy.  It's so wrong, and that's what makes it so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;.  I also love wondering if there can be redemption for E.  'Cause isn't that the fandom rule?  If Jacob cheats, we want him strung by his balls, but if Edward cheats, we try find a way to forgive him? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what, man, I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; to see where this goes!  Will he leave Bella for Ang, tell Bella the truth &amp;amp; beg for forgiveness, or do neither and hope Bells never finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you curious?  Read this, you'll lust the daily updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, the blinkie?  Yeah, two words...car sex.  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She already lives there with her boyfriend and  best friend. Most of them work together. He falls hard and fast. She's  confused. And soon, he knows something that the rest don't. Not even  Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight - Rated: M - English - Romance/Drama -&lt;br /&gt;Published: 10-4-11 - Bella &amp;amp; Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7436814/1/River"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7436814/1/River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;hr  width="96%" align="center" noshade="noshade" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm finally telling ya'll to read River. One of my best friends was ready to shoot me for not telling her about this fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Why didn't you tell me to read River?!  It's so good!  We talk on the phone all the time, you never mentioned it???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, again, sooooooo sorry Suzie55! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#FriendFail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll be sure to let everyone else know right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a fan of Cara's work, this is no secret.  I love the variety this gals gives me and you never have to wait for updates either, cause she's a writing machine these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this drabble fic of hers came into my inbox, I was curious.  However, after reading the last few lines of the first chapter, I knew I'd be hooked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hey, what's with the frown, darlin'?" Jazz asks, bringing me back to now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shake my head to clear it. I smile again, though it feels forced now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I just wish he could bond more with his son. As for Jazz bonding with &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;… well… I don't know…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Just glad to have you home for the weekend," I reply, and it's only the truth for River's sake. I know that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He hums and turns back to the little one. "Feels good to &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; back. I've missed a lot."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;River does new things everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"His eyes aren't as blue anymore," he comments, giving River an Eskimo kiss. "They almost seem… green."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's odd. "Probably the lighting in here," I say with a shrug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a major freakin' clue!  It's one of the most intriguing first chapters I've read, because now I have to continue it!  If I don't, I'll die of curiosity, wondering not only how, but why Bella doesn't seem to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I'm sayin'???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what inspired me to make a banner.  Not only do I adore this fic, but that first chapter made such an impression on me, it had to be made into something.  And I've always loved this pic of the baby's foot pushing the mom's tummy, I LOVED animating that foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River updates at least once a day, usually more.  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Shortly after deciding to seek a new sub, he meets artist Isabella Swan in the most unexpected place - her high school graduation! Lemons/DirtyWords/BDSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7271653/1/A_Taste_of_Honey"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7271653/1/A_Taste_of_Honey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight - Rated: M - English - Romance/Drama - Edward &amp;amp; Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GedIXCtMGI/Tq9OuegY7KI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PHKeSfFESac/s1600/Animation2%2B14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GedIXCtMGI/Tq9OuegY7KI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PHKeSfFESac/s400/Animation2%2B14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669837016252607650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first saw a banner for this fic on Tumblr, it hadn't even been posted yet and already I was putting Soapy on author alert so I could get it ASAP.  Why?  The name, my friends.  That title made my girlie bits tingle and I had get more!  I mean, come ON, the name alone got me hot and bothered, the story is bound to make to dry hump the computer chair as well, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh Yeah Baby!  But, I'm getting ahead of myself, lets start form the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you have Edward, ex-Senator who gave up his D/s lifestyle for that of a vanilla existence, in order to pursue politics.  Ah, but he's past those days now and ready to get back into the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this time, he is required to offer a scholarship to a very talented 18 year old artist at her graduation ceremony.  Take a fucking guess who that ends up being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a guess what happens next...no, wait, don't guess, here's a taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As the crowd broke out into applause, I searched the student section for Isabella – coming up short. Realizing that, alphabetically, she would have been seated near the back section, I turned my gaze. A bit of movement finally caught my eye, and what I saw caused my cock to stir a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was tall - not overly so, though it was hard to judge at my current distance. I assumed she was 5'7" or 5'8", but quite petite, as she was practically swallowed whole by her robes. What caught my eye and stiffened my cock was her demeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shy, no doubt – the way her head bowed forward caused her thick mahogany locks to create a curtain around her face as she slowly approached the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to get my cock under control – silently thanking God that the podium hid the massive tent in my slacks that only seemed to worsen as the girl came closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With, trepidation, she walked up the steps – the angle finally giving me a glimpse of her face. Thick dark lashes fanned against her cheeks as her eyes stayed locked on the ground, while her bottom lip, held firmly between her teeth, was causing some serious lust to rage in my body. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up on her embarrassment right away at the sight of her blushing cherry cheeks- she looked so shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was finally in front of me when I was assaulted by her scent, and Jesus Christ, did she smell fucking innocent and sweet. She was honey, warm peaches, and all-girl – heaven and fucking hell. I stifled a groan and pressed my cock against the podium to relieve a little of the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to not reach out and touch, I her gripped the edge of the wooden stand with the hand that wasn't holding her certificate. This was neither the time nor the place, and the last thing I wanted to do was frighten this poor girl with my insatiable needs, much less in front of an audience that no doubt contained her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed her the certificate before prying my hand from the podium to offer it to her in congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine work, Miss Swan. It truly is an honor," I spoke firmly, happy that I was successful in hiding the lust in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her small hand slid into mine. It felt so soft, warm, and just fucking perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, sir," she whispered before looking up at me from under her lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh Fuck… I'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So what does our Eddie do?  Horny lil' fuck decides to hire the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;virginal&lt;/span&gt; Bella to stay at his home and paint his office over the course of the summer.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice!&lt;/span&gt;  But can he seduce the young B &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; get her accept his lifestyle and be his Submissive as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, take a guess where this might be heading?  Ok, fine, one more taste, but then that's it!  Don't be greedy!  Here's the moment when things start to take a turn for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naughtier&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Isabella&lt;/span&gt;, what… are you doing?" Edward asked darkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger and confusion were clear in his husky voice. I had no idea what to think. Was he pissed? Was he going to be embarrassed and kick me out because of what I heard? Before I could even contemplate facing him, I took a deep cleansing breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, cautiously I turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh God. He… only a towel… beautiful chest and oh man… his abs… just glistening with sweat… dark eyes… sniffing the air…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes narrowed at me before they widened, and then his mouth turned up in a knowing smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jesus Christ, he could… he… smelled me… what I'd been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God… of course he could. Even I could still smell the sweet, musky scent my illicit activity left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I asked you a question, Isabella," Edward reminded sternly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I… umm" I squeaked before biting my lip. Edward took a step closer. Unable to meet his eyes, I looked down, only to be met with the sight of a growing bulge pressed against his towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh," I moaned, feeling aroused at the sight of his erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isabella, I won't ask again," he growled, obviously becoming irritated by my lack of response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm… I was just… I couldn't sleep… Sir… and sometimes, I paint at night. I wanted to paint, Sir," I rambled, sounding anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You came to paint, and then you heard something - am I correct?" he asked, softening his tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Sir," I agreed, practically whimpering. He stepped forward, closing the distance between us and gently grasped my chin in his hand, forcing my gaze to meet his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what did you hear, baby?" he whispered seductively, making me shiver with renewed desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baby – Oh God, he called me that when he was…&lt;/span&gt; "Masturbating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know, I keep cockblocking you, but if it gets you to run to read, I'm not going to apologize!  Trust me, it'll be worth it!  Then you can get caught up to the latest update and read lines like this: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wanting to feel the silkiness of her panties against my cock, I rubbed the pierced head against the crack of her ass, moaning as the pre-cum left a wet trail on the light fabric."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God I love this fic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while making the blinkie, I had this whole other thing in my head.  It was too busy, to much information.  I tried to add everything about the fic, but it was too big of a file.  Plus, it didn't flow well.  Eventually, I just gave up and decided to edit it down to the porn only.  Maybe less was more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That did the trick!&lt;/span&gt;  Apparently, the porn part was so delish, it didn't need anything else.  I think the visual of the honey alone might get the readers to come...and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cum&lt;/span&gt;... &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the title of this story alone was also what got me to read.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if this visual will do the same...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Copy the codes and use them anywhere you fucking want!  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The one's that have you hiding out in a public bathroom, making excuses to anyone who might miss you, lying though your teeth just so you can get away for ten minutes and read that update?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is one of those stories for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fic is intense, it's real, it's sexy.  It's so damn fucking good!  Hell, I even dig the Bella in this as well, which is rare!  I adore how she's such a typical teenage cheerleader, worried about her reputation, following the crowd.  Ah, but then a dark, bad-boy Edward walks in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This E&amp;B have so much insane sexual energy, even when they're arguing you just know it's foreplay.  But the best part?  Bella isn't jumping into Edward's arms and willing to throw away everything.  She still craves the life she has created, and quite frankly, the guy kinda scares the shit outta her!  Not only because of his intensity and her huge attraction to him, but the boy seriously thinks of her as his girl...even those she's not!  Yeeeeah, she's kinda with Jasper, the school's golden boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't stop Edward from wanting to claim her though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I have to go," I mutter truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slides his nose down the side of my face and hovers his lips over mine. "No you don't," he whispers without kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I do. Please let me go," I beg him with my eyes clenched shut. "I can't do this right now, okay? I just—oh!" I gasp when he thrusts his hips against me and I feel every inch of him pressed along my body. I open my eyes and whimper every time he rubs against me with his hips, causing enough friction between us to start a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I see him touch you like that again?" his eyes stare daggers at my own before he leans down and whispers into my ear, "I will break his throwing arm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freeze in his arms. He pulls back and I see that his face has morphed into something that slaps my mouth shut tight. There is so much raw hate and anger. Possession and jealousy. On what grounds does he even have the right to feel these sorts of emotions? It scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he really hurt Jasper? I close my eyes and breathe through my nose. Of course he would. My eyes are still closed when I feel Cullen's fingers slide around my neck and then up into my hair to cradle the back of my head. I allow my lashes to flutter closed and breathe through my parted lips slowly. I can feel his breath on my face and then his nose at my temple. We exhale together and he moves to press his forehead is against mine. It's calming and alarming at the same time—intense. I clutch at the front of his shirt and suddenly my bottom lip is between his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moan like the little closet whore that I am and let go of my inhibitions, there is no use trying to sprinkle water over a blaze this strong. I crash my mouth against his and suck his tongue into my mouth. My left leg rises up to curl around the back of his thigh to pull him closer to me. He grunts and rubs his jean covered hard on against my lower abdomen which turns me right the fuck on because I want it in my mouth. Either there, or lower down between my legs that currently want to spread like fucking peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck? How does he do that? I'm a virgin, a fucking prude and yet I'm more than ready to fuck Cullen right here in the hall at school. The crowd outside roars and I hear the announcer shout out that someone's made a touchdown. But all I comprehend is the fact that Cullen now has one of his hands grabbing my ass and the other is still in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get out of here," he whispers against my lips. "If we don't leave now, I'm going to rip your panties off and fuck you right up against this wall." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna lie...I was too turned on by this first chapter to even consider stopping.  Which is a good thing!  Because as HOT as this story is, it's also a really great story as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first chapter brings on so many question, because you're damn curious as to why Edward is acting this way.  It's obvious that something happened between these two and you'll be dying to know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story continues, it deals with so many real teenage issues, as well a ton of young discoveries.  I always like that kind of fic, I like remembering the reality of my youth and the craziness that came with it.  These teens make dumb mistakes, like drinking, drugs, or sleeping with the wrong people...but then sometimes they do epic things that stay with them and make them the adults they'll be someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just KNOW you'll love this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you do read, you'll be just like me once you've caught up: Running to hide out and read, calling your best friend right afterwards to talk about it...then getting mad cause she was at the store and hadn't read yet...so you tell her to call your ass back as soon as she does! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*smiles at @Suzie55*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, go read right fucking now! TSB is too good to pass up, too well written to ignore, too freakin' glorious with emotions for you not to be curious.  And don't forget to review and tell Typokeen (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'sup Chica!&lt;/span&gt;) that Rosie sent cha'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope she likes this blinkie!  I used a lot of Typokeen's own artwork and manips to create this, some where from her teaser banners.  Those banners all had this font and somewhat of the same textures and colors, which I was quick to copy.  I like things to match, sue me!  Also threw in a little taste of each of E&amp;B's worlds, and of course, their own little bubble as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7076900/1/The_Slowest_Burn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/BurnBig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7076900/1/The_Slowest_Burn][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/BurnBig.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7076900/1/The_Slowest_Burn"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/BurnBig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7076900/1/The_Slowest_Burn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Burn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7076900/1/The_Slowest_Burn][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Burn.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7076900/1/The_Slowest_Burn"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Burn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1976708605162508115-1515051850383156984?l=rosearcadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bella, his manager, is tired of his rude behavior. Can she change the "Prettiest Boy in the World?" AH.Rated M.Non-Canon.Lemon Flavored Extended One-Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7072735/1"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7072735/1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fic is so damn hilarious!  Such a nice big fat break from the usual angst I prescribe!  The dance goes a lil' something like this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is a pretty boy, cocky ass, full of himself Italian model.  Bella is his bitchy manager who puts up with and gives him tons of shit.  Somehow, somewhere along the way, the lust kicks into overdrive &amp; then the love slaps them in the face.  Of course, there's a bunch of silly &amp; sometimes insane scenarios along the way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much fun not to read, I'm tellin' ya!  Just check out this lil' nip, the Twilight references in each line are too freakin' awesome (true fans will get them):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"This wasn't a choice between you and the celery. It was a choice between who I crunched and who I shouldn't be crunching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever considered that I might be the better carrot for you? You have a dip. I didn't. None of us did. But you do and you're dipping wrong! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry damn it! Bella, when I look at you… all of a sudden, it's not dressing flavoring the bowl. Nothing else matters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should have just let the chef boil the carrots and saved yourself all of this dip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think I regret dipping you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can see that you do. I just don't know why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you at least attempt to control your dipping?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me? What about you? Did you sleep with him? 'Cause I swear, Bella, by the time I'm done with Jared Walker, you'll never want him again. Do you want to taste what I did when I dipped him? When I boiled him? When I shredded him? When I turned him into salad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn't sleep with him. But I can't bring myself to regret the decisions that brought me face to face with his carrots. They also brought me ranch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make it better, Bella. I'll make the carrots go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've already hurt me once. My whole family is angry with you. Daddy paid me $20 to give you this carrot. He said… 'we'll be dipping you'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I hurt your family. And you. Especially you. I love your salad. It's so fresh and crunchy. Is this what I was expecting? Carrots and tomatoes and olives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not the olives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like Harvest Day all over again and you're the crunchy new carrot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cullen, it doesn't make sense for you to want me. I'm nothing…A carrot. Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carrot, you're everything to me. Everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, it has &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; lemons, loads of fun times &amp; as of today, fucker is completed!  That's right, I took too long making this banner and now the fic is done for you to enjoy in it's entirety!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while you're reading, don't forget to leave a review for each chapter.  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Not only am I into the new trend of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drabble&lt;/span&gt; fics, but I'm also really into the taboo one's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you've been living under a rock or lying under a thrusting Rob (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the later is a completely acceptable excuse, please post pictures&lt;/span&gt;), a drabble fic is a story with short chapters that updates frequently throughout the day or daily.  The trend has been sweeping though the fandom, thanks to some authors like the Godmother of Drabble, &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2311242/QuantumFizzx"&gt;QuantumFizzx&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unlike regular fics, it's easy for a drabble fic to be taboo.  Why?  Cause the short, to the point, frequent updates hit ya hard and fast!  You can get into something kinky and oh so naughty because it's just a small taste...nothing wrong with just a little lick, is there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two taboo drabbles I am so damn in love with right now are &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395050/1/Worship"&gt;Worship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; beegurl13&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395283/1/Seven_Weeks"&gt;Seven Weeks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by yesmrcullen&lt;/span&gt;.  On the first fic, you have a married Bella &amp;amp; her affair with her daughter's boyfriend, Edward.  The second fic, we have Edward, a single father and Bella, the babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooohhhh, so kinky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these two, you get a both sides of the coin, one has an older Bella, the other has an older Edward.  Daily naughtiness in your inbox. Come on, you know you want it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like their quick updates, I've created a few quick blinkies.  I decided to make them yesterday afternoon &amp;amp; had them both ready by nightfall.  But then I got drunk &amp;amp; started Tweeting...so yeah, sorry for the delay in posting this.  I guess I would make a shitty drabble author, eh?  FYI, if you decide to write one, stay away from large amounts of wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, enjoy these fics ya pervs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395050/1/Worship"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Worship by beegurl13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Age shouldn't matter. When you meet the person that completes all the unfinished parts of you, it shouldn't matter about anything else." The story of a brazen young man, an invisible woman, and an unholy worship. E&amp;amp;B, AH, rated M, drabble fic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The parking lot was dark, deserted, and I had dark tint on my windows. You were nervous, but I was relentless. I had to have you, had to feel you, lick you. I couldn't wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been days filled with random touches, glances, even a few kisses and gropings. But no intercourse, and I ached for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sex before, it wasn't my first time. I had sex with Leah a few times before finally getting you alone. I felt bad using her, but once I met you, shook your hand on the front porch that day, I knew there was something more. I had to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395050/1/Worship"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Worship.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395050/1/Worship][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Worship.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395050/1/Worship"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Worship.gif" /&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395050/1/Worship"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Worship2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395050/1/Worship][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Worship2.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Tumblr) Code: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395050/1/Worship"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/Worship2.gif" /&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7395283/1/Seven_Weeks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seven Weeks by yesmrcullen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bella is 18 but still in high-school. Edward is a single father in his early twenties. If this type of thing bothers you, please do not continue past this point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rated M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I look at you and see the admiration in your eyes, even in near darkness. I feel the same way, and I wonder if you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to face you, your erection rubs against my thigh. You whimper and take your cock in your hands, stroking slowly. My body flushes. Thankfully, you can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know how to please you just as you've done for me. I'm not completely naive about sex, I've seen porn. But, when you're in control of the situation, I know I'm doing things the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me what you like," I ask you, running my hand up your chest. 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What happens when she finds "the one" to marry? Will Edward remain her BFF or will their relationship take a turn? AH/OOC/some usual &amp; unusual pairings.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BWoKiiMc-g/TnZ3VY7cU3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/dvV2M-XW484/s1600/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B8132011%2B15401%2BAM.bmp-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BWoKiiMc-g/TnZ3VY7cU3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/dvV2M-XW484/s400/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B8132011%2B15401%2BAM.bmp-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653837591562965874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a confession to make.  I know I'm a big time Team Eddie Chica, but with this fic, I'm torn.  That's right readers, for the second time in my fic history (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1st being with &lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2009/11/summer-of-salt-by-lolapop.html"&gt;Summer of Salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), I am possibly...maybe...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;could be&lt;/span&gt;...Team Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I KNOW, I'm betraying The Pretty!  Or, ya know, the character he plays (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;same freakin' thaaang&lt;/span&gt;)!  But you just...he's just...and then he...gah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it man!  Mike's just so dreamy in this story!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Are you sure you wanna drink that?" an unfamiliar voice asks, stopping me dead in my tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn, and I am staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. They twinkle and are so alive—they are the type of eyes a girl could easily get lost in. Those baby blues are dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have apparently gotten lost in those eyes, because Blue Eyes brings me back to the here and now. "Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, yeah, fine. Um, why shouldn't I take this shot?" I question, my brain still a little fuzzy as I give my wrist holding the shot a little twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I know what that brown elixir does to me, and you're half, if not a third my size, so... Plus, it tastes like shit." Blue Eyes smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat, and I can't help but smile at him. He makes me want to smile—a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liquid courage," I explain my voice small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liquid courage, for what?" he asks, concern lacing his tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, the costume contest. Apparently, I've been entered," I respond, bringing the shot glass closer to my mouth, remembering the reason I got it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand reaches out and stops me. Warmth spreads out from where his hand touches. It's soothing, calming. It makes me feel as though I don't need the shot—almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since when does a beautiful cavewoman need liquid courage? From what I've heard, cavewomen can kick some serious ass," Blue Eyes teases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate his words. I roll them around in my head, trying to think of some snarky, flirty response to go along with his. He's flirting with me, definitely flirting, and I don't want it to stop. I like it—a lot—probably more than I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, deep breaths andd be flirty. I can do flirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's true…I do have mad ass skills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widen as my brain catches up with my mouth. Shit, I didn't say I have mad ass kicking skills, like I intended. I said I have mad ass skills. Oh my God, I am so fucking embarrassed. I need another shot, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recover, Swan, and cover up your stupid slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, I have mad ass kicking skills, not mad ass skills…um…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes to meet his, and when I do, there is amusement dancing in them, and his lips turn up into a delicious smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes' eyes roam up and down me, and then he tilts his head and totally checks out my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile widens, and his eyes find mine again. "Well, I'd say you have mad skills in both the ass and ass-kicking areas—although I can only guess about the ass-kicking. I haven't seen those skills in action, but the mad ass skills? I can vouch that you most certainly do have skills in that certain area."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time I'm reading this shit, I'm picturing Ryan Gosling.  I tell  TeamEdwardAlways this, and ya know, she was too.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the plot:  Edward is Bella's best friend, always has been.  He never noticed her in High School when she used to have a mad crush on him, so now she is perfectly fine with just being his BFF.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mike comes in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*drip*&lt;/span&gt; and Edward gets slightly overprotective and dare I say, jealous?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Bella is just my best friend, and I promised I would look after her tonight, that's all," I easily admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if Hot Jane needed your protection, I don't think she would have handed you over to us so easily. Besides…" Jacob looks behind us to the bar. "I think she is handling herself just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head and follow Jacob's gaze, and that's when I see Bella—and she's not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my muscles coil, my fists clench at my sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck is that guy with her? I don't like the way he's looking at her. I don't like the way she's reacting to him. Why the fuck is he so close to her? Doesn't he know about fucking personal space? I knew I shouldn't leave her alone. As soon as I do, this creep descends upon her, preying on her vulnerability, her shyness, her naivety. I will do some serious damage to his pretty little face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa there, Tarzalicious. Mike is harmless. He's a really good guy. Bella is in good hands," Jacob tries to reassure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands? She's in good hands? I'll fucking break his hands if he fucking touches her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow burn, detailing the why and how these relationships come to the Prologue where Edward apparently confesses his love to Bella on her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving this, and honestly, I have no idea who I want her to end up with at this point.  There is no '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kissing Mike while thinking of Edward&lt;/span&gt;' moments, NO!  It's all good!  Edward's chance seems to have passed him by and at this point, Mike would have to really screw up or Edward would really have to fight to win Bella.  I have no idea and I love being this curious!  I yeah, sure the author's name might be a clue, but I still have hopes that Mikey might be the winner this time, so watch out Eddie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a read!  You'll enjoy this good romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you like this blinkie.  I really, really wanted to just find an excuse to use these two yummy men in the same one for a while now, so this is a dream for me :)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7085403/1/A_Four_Letter_Word"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/4LetterBig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7085403/1/A_Four_Letter_Word][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/4LetterBig.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blog) Code: &lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7085403/1/A_Four_Letter_Word"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/4LetterBig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7085403/1/A_Four_Letter_Word"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/4Letter.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBB (Thread) Code: &lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;[url=http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7085403/1/A_Four_Letter_Word][img]http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/4Letter.gif[/img][/url]&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML (Blog) Code: &lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" cols="38" name="code-source"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7085403/1/A_Four_Letter_Word"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/4Letter.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1976708605162508115-1754964415476718116?l=rosearcadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A FanFic Compilation is now being offered for those how donate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="screen-name screen-name-Fandom4Texas pill"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Fandom4Texas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="screen-name screen-name-Fandom4Texas pill"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Fandom4Texas"&gt;@Fandom4Texas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7,213,113 acres burned in the U.S. in 2011...3,538,852 have been in Texas.  Please help us by donating: &lt;a href="http://texasfires.ysar.info/"&gt;texasfires.ysar.info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors, please sign up &amp;amp; readers, don't miss out, donate!  If you'd like to display a button to help spread the word on you Tumblr or Blog, the code is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://texasfires.ysar.info/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/F4Tx.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy &amp; Paste this HTML (Blogs &amp; Tumblr) Code:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;textarea id="code-source" rows="2" cols="25" name="code-source"&gt;&lt;a href="http://texasfires.ysar.info/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/F4Tx.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is not a banner or blinkie, but something dear to my heart that I had to share.  Please take a moment to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr2zeuWVsO1qatp13o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; " src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr2zeuWVsO1qatp13o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My state is on fire...and not in a good, party in the club way.  I mean it's fucking burning in flames...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a damn proud Texan and former Austin party girl, I want to put the word out on how we can all help.  Donations to the Red Cross are desperately needed to help the victims of the Texas wildfires.  At least 476 homes were destroyed in a massive Bastrop County fire that raged into second day after erupting on Sunday. Just over 50 miles to the east, fires also forced the evacuation of residents from an affluent subdivision near Lake Travis in the Austin Hill Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more information about all this: &lt;a href="http://www.kxan.com/"&gt;http://www.kxan.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://deannaroy.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/austin-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px;" src="http://deannaroy.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/austin-fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you can find more information through my affiliate on how to donate and the wildfires. Please help spread the word. 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIDjFU1KpVk/TmQRj_Jc14I/AAAAAAAAAm0/JnS632AhNvE/s1600/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B942011%2B65850%2BPM.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIDjFU1KpVk/TmQRj_Jc14I/AAAAAAAAAm0/JnS632AhNvE/s400/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B942011%2B65850%2BPM.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648659142573610882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been a fan and friend of Suz's for a while now.  I adore her brain, love her plot ideas &amp; am honored that she's willing to put up with my shitty pre-reading skills.  Cause yeah, sending back a chapter with only the word *drip* as my assessment of the work, doesn't speak well of me!
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&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, when she came to me with this new fic, I was panting like a dog for it.  I was dying to see what her take on a high school story would be.  The results?
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&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah baby!  I love this fic!  I've seen quite a few chapters &amp; each time I was left wanting more.  Is it angst filled like most of her other stories?  No, not really.  The best stuff in this story is a Bella who is willing to work to change her life and an Edward who, although is popular and sexy as hell, is more like a modern Jake Ryan than an Assward!
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&lt;br /&gt;And that's how it all starts.  Bella isn't gonna sit back and dream anymore.  She wants to make a change, make the rest of her Senior year the best it can be.  How?  Well, by having the courage to finally go after what she wants most, shit, what we all want most...Edward!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In a place far, far away lived a beautiful…oh, forget it. Who are we really kidding here? This is Hell. This is high school. Welcome to Forks.
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&lt;br /&gt;I make my way through the crowd, bumping shoulders, seemingly invisible. How does one remain invisible in a school where she's attended all four years? In a town, where she grew up visiting every summer before that and played with most of these kids since we were toddlers? Well, this is my story and how I decided on the last day before Christmas break in my senior year that I would no longer be invisible.
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&lt;br /&gt;My mission if I choose to accept it:
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&lt;br /&gt;1. To get noticed.
&lt;br /&gt;2. To finally talk to Edward Cullen
&lt;br /&gt;3. To have someone ask me to prom instead of going stag or staying home with my dad watching the Mariners game.
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&lt;br /&gt;I realize as I start my mission statement that I have mission statements – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;plural. Geez, am I really this sad?
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&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I am.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I scratch through my entire mission.
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&lt;br /&gt;That list is way too lame. I am not in a state of admitting my complete and utter lameness at this point so I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. I look down at a new blank piece of paper in my notebook and start over.
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&lt;br /&gt;To be who I want to be
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&lt;br /&gt;That kind of says it all, don't you think? Well, I do…wait, no it doesn't.
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&lt;br /&gt;My mission:
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&lt;br /&gt;1. To be who I really want to be
&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to Edward Cullen.
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&lt;br /&gt;Scratch number two.
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&lt;br /&gt;Number two should really be:
&lt;br /&gt;2. Be visible enough to have Edward Cullen initiate a conversation with me
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&lt;br /&gt;Now that seems more reasonable, kind of. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;This story has a lot of that teenage spunk that I just love.  Real freakin' teenagers!  Sometimes, they get horny, sometimes that fuck up, sometimes life is just confusing!  But there's also that lighthearted humor that really makes these characters likeable.  AND, it just started today, so if you're one to want to hang for the whole ride, you're just in time!  
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V26Whmd8VFs/TmQRUy4RhxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/g9aS_nNDQX8/s1600/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B8302011%2B93231%2BPM.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V26Whmd8VFs/TmQRUy4RhxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/g9aS_nNDQX8/s400/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B8302011%2B93231%2BPM.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648658881582302994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I love Suz.  From drinkin' in our Hard Rock suite, camping in line for the Breaking Dawn panel at Comic Con or drooling over Kellan's shoulder's at a private party, we've been though a lot though out friendship.  BUT, she's still a play by the rules girl, so I read a good 10 chapter of this fic to see if I liked it first.  No surprise that I did.  And even if I didn't, I'm a prereader, I'd just say "Hey change it" instead of the *drip* again...  
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&lt;br /&gt;And when I read, I came up with the morphing idea.  Turn boring Bella into smokin' hottie, but still true to herself, Bella!  I was so excited!  I called Suz to tell her about it...she was like, "Huh?"  Yeah, maybe I sucked at explaining.  Pretty sure I sucked.
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&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a visual chic, so I worked hours and hours to make the morph just right.  And you know what?  She &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;freakin'&lt;/span&gt; squee'd!  That's right, she was diggin' the morphing.  Bitches love morphing!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7015642/1/There_is_a_Light"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7015642/1/There_is_a_Light&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZJUwLecs2I/TkKmoAKdggI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ldHhsyZVxa8/s1600/Frame%2B0.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZJUwLecs2I/TkKmoAKdggI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ldHhsyZVxa8/s400/Frame%2B0.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639252889590137346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A while back, I saw a link to this story somewhere on Twitter.  I was crazy busy at the time, but I was curious, so I opened it up...
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, I was so glad I did&lt;/span&gt;!
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&lt;br /&gt;I got through three chapters when I realized that not only was I addicted,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; seriously addicted&lt;/span&gt;, but I also notice that the chapter titles are all song from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Smiths&lt;/span&gt;.  So I whipped out their self titled album, threw it on my turntable, cursed myself for forgetting to put the needle cap back on and played it while reading the rest of the fic...
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&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, this shit is amazing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A-freakin'-mazing&lt;/span&gt;!  The writing, the plot, the mystery...it's just...damn!  I was insanely excited!
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&lt;br /&gt;It's begins with Bella talking to her daughter and from the start, the mystery and intrigue begins:
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"And that's when you heard &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; for the first time?" My daughter nods toward the rotating vinyl disc on the turntable. Them. Him. Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Uh-huh,"  I murmur, trying to put together the person I was when I heard them for  the first time with the person I became after… everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My daughter turns up the volume. "You liked them the best of all, right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"More  than that, I think. I felt like the lyrics spoke directly to me. Like  they were written for me." I smile. I still think that. Sometimes more  than others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Lyrics&lt;/i&gt;?" my daughter asks, furrowing her little brow. "The words, you mean?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yes, the words."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She cocks her head to the side and long strands of hair fall across her pale face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Is he crying?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I smile as I listen to the lilting moan and intricate guitars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No, Little One, he's singing."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I  can tell she's unsatisfied with that answer. She prefers Lady Gaga and  Beyonce, I'm sure. But she reaches over from the bed and turns up the  volume a little more anyway. The melody still makes chills run down my  spine. I still know every word. I hum along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I love it too, mommy. The most. Just like you do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hug my daughter. She holds her little arms around me as tightly as she can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Now it's time for bed."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She  obediently presses the button that makes the needle rise from the  spinning vinyl. Then she pulls the covers up to her chin. Her polka dot  nightgown is quickly becoming too small and the sleeves no longer make  it all the way to her wrists. She's going to be tall, just like her  father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Tell me more one day, Mommy?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"How about a little every day until the story's told?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Okay, Mommy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The story continues and goes from the past to the present.  In the 80's, Bella hears the music from the band The Masens, and from there it becomes her soul, her outlet, her love.  Edward, the lead singer, is twice her age but also gorgeous and conflicted.  He's the ultimate rock star, not completely comfortable in his success but insanely talented.  When they meet, their worlds change and the impact stays with them for decades:
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She knows you're not just a piece of ass."&lt;p&gt;"What am I, then?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a kiss, he murmured against my mouth. "Everything."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lost myself in the kisses, and the large hands in my hair and against that ass that I was more than.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I  want everything. What's in here," he said, touching his forehead to  mine and gazing into my eyes. "And here," as his fingers brushed over my  rubbed raw nipple and came to rest over my heart. "And here." His  fingers found me again and he plunged them deep inside, hooking them  behind my pubic bone, making me gasp and my eyelids flutter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I moved and shifted until he was on his back and I was straddling his hips, his fingers still inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Take it then, it's yours," I whispered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He shook his head. "That's what's so fucking frightening."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm not scary, Edward. I promise."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There's no one as good as you are, Bella. It's not you, it's what I could do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rocked against his fingers and trailed a hand over his chest. "God, I want to know," I murmured.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's not a joke. It's what I could do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Moments like these are always bittersweet in this story, because you have the advantage of seeing their relationship throughout the decades.  It jumps around from the 80's, 90's &amp;amp; the present in every chapter.  With gaps like that in a fic, the mystery level is at an all time high.  One minute you're reading about something beautiful, the next you're reading a decade later and it's different.  This, of course, makes you shake your monitor and say to no one in paticular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wait, what, why, how did that happen!?"&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;And then you vow to stick with the story to the end and just enjoy the ride.  At that point, you kinda have to, you're die of curiosity otherwise!
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&lt;br /&gt;Very, very well written, you have to read this story.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Belladonnacullen&lt;/span&gt; is a talented genius. It's one of the best out there right now and will definitely end up on your list of top fics once it's completed.
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&lt;br /&gt;Now, I didn't have any plans to make a blinkie for this, although I really wanted to, I just didn't have any ideas.  Then, while having dinner with about a dozen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kick-ass&lt;/span&gt; fandom girls in San Diego (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comic Con 2011&lt;/span&gt;), I was lucky enough to be seated across from the gorgeous twin sisters, Jaime &amp;amp; Erin Arkin.  Once I figured out which one was which, I had the best time talking to them.
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&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Jaime and I start talking about this story and we're fangirling like it's no one's business (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might have been the wine talking, but whatever&lt;/span&gt;)!  Then I tell her that I really want to make a blinkie but my mind is blank...but, like a light switch in my brain, I suddenly get the whole idea for it at lightning speed.  Using my hands, cause I'm a little buzzed, I tell her the entire blinkie.  I think I used sound effects as well.  Ok, maybe I was full on drunk, moving on...
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&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from SDCC &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt; I slowly went to work on it.  But Jamie, she hit me hard with so much material.  She had pics, awesome album covers by the talented &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2228922/"&gt;fuzzyltlwingedthing&lt;/a&gt;, texures, fonts, she even made a banner that I could use to base my blinkie on:
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-9YrVfRiZ8/TkKwiaqt4GI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RH_bA5agb8c/s1600/TiaL%2Bcopy%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-9YrVfRiZ8/TkKwiaqt4GI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RH_bA5agb8c/s400/TiaL%2Bcopy%2B%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639263788741812322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous, right?!?  I was very lucky to get the chance to work with her, she is beyond talented in both her art and her writing.  Check out her blog by clicking &lt;a href="http://jaimearkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.
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&lt;br /&gt;From there, I threw in some effects and videos, and then racked my brain for 2 days trying to get the right footage to end it with.  So ok, I hope everyone enjoys the blinkie, it's the first one I've made in a while.  Feel free to use these codes to post it wherever you like:
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Two years. Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;" A lesson in love, crime and passion.  When two young lovers find themselves in the middle of the storm, can  love conquer all? AH. OOC. Rated M - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mafia&lt;/span&gt; fic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6575026/1/Quiet_Storm"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6575026/1/Quiet_Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtsQ5joz4PY/ThckNyIp3VI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Speeg408vUQ/s1600/QS-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSSgwfN3T8c/ThckheV0fYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TRhghXPXbD0/s1600/QS-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid grey;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSSgwfN3T8c/ThckheV0fYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TRhghXPXbD0/s400/QS-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627006416921591170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story came to my attention a while back, but I didn't have much time to read then.  I did get through the first chapter, thought it was hilarious and sexy, but then I got busy and forgot to go back to read the rest.  I really wish I had!!!  I could just slap myself for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally went back and read, about halfway though, I became obsessed with it.  I love a good fic, but I have a special place in my heart for Mafia fics.  Especially if it's done&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; right&lt;/span&gt;, the kind that could easily be turned into a Martin Scorsese film because it's just that raw and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of mob story were shit gets heavy, mistakes are made, people get killed...and the sex...oh the sex, it's primal, it's delish...it fucking takes you home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with Bella meeting Edward at a party, simple enough, right?  Well, she was suppose to hook up with Carlisle, at least that is what her cousin Alice was hoping, so that she could became his  &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goomah &lt;/em&gt; on&lt;/span&gt; the side...pay her bills, hook her up with a car, maybe buy her a fur coat or some shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Bella, being the girl we love, she goes for the single, hot, smooth and charming brother that she won't get shit out of...except a damn good night of fuckin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wow," I sighed, lamely, while I rubbed my pussy against his steel cock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He gave my ass a light spank and leaned his head away from me. "Back up a minute." He looked as though he was in pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I frowned, doing as he asked. He reached into his pants and my eyes went wide. He was about to show me his cock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Let me see it baby." I moaned, like the wanton slut I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He smiled and pulled out a gun. "See?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I screamed, falling from his lap, and landing in the garbage that fills my living room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Shit. Are you okay?" He looked down to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "Wha—what—Uh," I stammered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I thought you wanted to see it…"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Your uh—cock!" I covered my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm a what?" He chuckled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No," I whined. "I thought—I wanted to see—forget it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He patted the spot next to him. "Come here."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the fic continues, Bella gets thrown into Edward's Mafia life.  She has question, concerns &amp;amp; she's curious, which is a good and bad thing.  So much shit happens in just the first few chapters alone, it's insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, and the other characters, like Carlisle, are just as insane as well.  He really does fuck up a lot, making Edward into his brother's keeper.  Then there's Aro, one of E's men, who I just want to lick.  Yeah, like, a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the relationships in this fic are written.  I also adore how realistic it seems.  These scenes don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; like a big deal, because to the characters, it's just the way life is.  Just another day, like this chapter with Edward &amp;amp; Aro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Stop the car." I said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He pulled over to fire hydrant. "What's up?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Find a spot. We're going on foot." I said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Skip?" He looked to me. "Um..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do  it." I said. "Right there—doesn't matter." I hopped out of the jeep. "I  saw a spot a few paces up." I pointed, grabbed a cigarette and lighter  out of the console, and closed the door after me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I waited, smoking the cigarette while he parked the car, and then joined me on the sidewalk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We going into the park?" He asked, lighting his own bone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shook my head no, continuing to walk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"My number up?" He asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I laughed. "You know who lives across the street?" I stopped walking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He stopped too, recognition dawning on his face. "Now?" He asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I nodded. "Yeah."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Me?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I  shook my head. "Me—but you don't mind cleaning up a bit, do you?" I pat  his shoulder, throwing the cigarette butt to the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You don't have to—I can do it." He whispered. "I owe you—"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I need to." I whispered back. "-and after tonight we won't speak of it again."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There's still so much I have to tell you." He said. "You need to understand—"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Not  tonight—tonight has been fucked. It's late too. I wanna do this and go  home." I looked to him. "When it comes down to it, I don't give a fuck  what your reasons were—" I bopped him in the jaw, needing to get rid of  some aggression. He had one coming too. Then I put on a pair of those  gloves I had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He cupped his jaw, nodding. "I was wondering when it was coming." He opened and closed his mouth, flexing his jaw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shrugged all that shit away. Then we quietly walked across the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having  known the house for years, I picked up the phony looking rock to grab  the key out from under it. My actions made Aro silently snicker. "We're  in Brooklyn."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"-and stupidity runs in their family." I whispered back, also handing him another pair of latex gloves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a big obsession for me right now, so I wanted to make sure I didn't drop the fucking ball and make something half-ass'd.    There was another banner for this story, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodfellas&lt;/span&gt; poster, with Marcus (Robert De Niro), Ed Sr. (Ray Liotta) &amp;amp; Edward.  Being a huge fan of that flick, I thought it rocked hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I based these blinkers off that (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blinkers=banner/blinkies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="screen-name screen-name-tonguetwied pill"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tonguetwied.blogspot.com/"&gt;tonguetwied &lt;/a&gt;came up with that!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.  An updated version for the recent chapters, if you will.  A big grope to the author, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/sexylexicullen"&gt;@SexylexiCullen&lt;/a&gt;, for all the great footage &amp;amp; for agreeing with me about that scene in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodfellas &lt;/span&gt;being romantic! Then I also threw down a E&amp;amp;B blinker as well, cause at the end of the day, this is a love story as well.  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Bella's just moved from Phoenix and interferes with his…focus. Soccerward lives! Rated M for the good stuff, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7036128/1/Offside"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7036128/1/Offside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wi4-Nkff4PM/TgVCRW0TBmI/AAAAAAAAAls/HIVoDif4beM/s1600/tumblr_ln3qc7FcTG1qdwrg9o1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wi4-Nkff4PM/TgVCRW0TBmI/AAAAAAAAAls/HIVoDif4beM/s320/tumblr_ln3qc7FcTG1qdwrg9o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621972575792072290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what I need to tell you about this fic, because more than likely, you're already reading it.  But, on the very rare chance that you're not seriously addicted to this like freakin' crack, here's some info for ya...so you can become obsessed with the rest of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my girl Savage has written an Edward here that I just love.  I said it from the first chapter, I love this boy.  This might be weird to some of you, because Edward's isn't exactly the nicest guy.  He's got a huge ego, being the soccer star of his high school...he's an asshole to pretty much everyone, teachers included...gets any girl he wants, when he wants...yeah, and everyone loves and kisses his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I freakin' loved him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the new girl Bella isn't falling for his shit.  She isn't interested in becoming a conquest or being his friend.  And although she thinks she sees good points in him from time to time, he continues to change her mind rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Let me just make a quick observation," I said as I looked into her brown eyes. "You do want to see me practice, and you do want to see me with my shirt off. You'd probably like to see more, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, because you are such the charmer." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and she rolled her eyes, but her pupils were slightly more dilated than they had been, and her lips were darkening in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you do," I insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my head off my arms, pulled my legs up and got on my knees on the bench seat. Then I leaned over the table, getting right up close to her. I moved forward until I was only a few inches from her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are several ways I can tell," I informed her, keeping my voice low and soft. I let my tongue dart out and lick my lips, noting her distraction is her eyes flickered to my mouth and back again. "Like right now, I know what you're thinking about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really?" she said, trying to sound snarky but not quite pulling it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," I responded. "You're breathing faster, your heart's pounding in your chest. Right now you're thinking about how it would feel to have my mouth on yours. You're wondering if I'd kiss you hard and rough or soft and gentle. You're thinking about just how it would taste to have my tongue in your mouth, and where I might put my hands on you…I bet you're even getting wet, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as her eyes went wide with shock, and she seemed just a little bit paralyzed by what I had just said, I leaned forward a bit more, and moved my mouth close to her ear. I was pushing my luck…I knew I was. Sometimes I just couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are your panties wet, Rumple?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gasped, and I watched her hands tighten into fists as she yanked them out of my grasp. Her eyes narrowed, and Rumple's little kitten claws came out, tearing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the most conceited, narcissistic, obnoxious jerk I have ever met in my entire life!" She swung her legs around to the other side of the bench and stomped off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is were it get interesting.  Because you know it can't be that cut and dry.  When things about Edward's home life with his Dad start to unravel, you find yourself feeling desperately sorry for him.  At times it's even heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I can do it," I said as I wrapped one end around the other and looped it through. He pointed his chin up at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and where the fuck are you going to be next year?" he growled, and I saw his hands clench into fists. I tried to tie a little faster. "Who is going to tie it for the city banquet then, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTwYIqbHrhA/TgVCROw01iI/AAAAAAAAAlk/YHLFu5kRxWM/s1600/Offside%2Bframes1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTwYIqbHrhA/TgVCROw01iI/AAAAAAAAAlk/YHLFu5kRxWM/s320/Offside%2Bframes1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621972573630027298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If I played for the Sounders I'd be-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You aren't playing for the fucking Sounders!" he screamed. I tried to step back, but it wasn't enough. His hands pushed against my chest, knocking me backwards into the bathroom counter. Pain shot up from the small of my back as it made contact with the edge of the counter, and I winced. "You are going to Europe and playing football! Real Volturi! Real football!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to move to the side to get out the door, but he shoved me back again. I tried to hold my muscles still, but I was starting to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you hadn't come along when you did, maybe I still wouldn't have made it that big," he snarled low. "But there's no way I would have ever settled for what was convenient. You are not going to settle for anything other than the best, you hear me? You won't settle for anything but being the best!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where the addiction to this fic really comes from.  This story has heart and raw emotions.  As it continues, Bella ends up being the one person he can find comfort in.  There is so much beauty in their relationship, even with the problems that come along with it...then throw in some cleaver Shakespeare quotes at the end of each daily chapter and you've got yourself one hell of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, just go read for yourself, you'll see what I'm talking about.  And when you do, feel free to use this banner below as a visual.  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Best for her it seemed until tonight. How do you start over with the one you hurt the most? B x E AH Love, Angst, Lemons... the usual suspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7041524/1/Somewhere_Only_We_Know"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7041524/1/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzXqiq1zC8c/TgSq9bO6KBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0ABXxlMil-k/s1600/SOWK%2Bfinal%2B1-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzXqiq1zC8c/TgSq9bO6KBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0ABXxlMil-k/s320/SOWK%2Bfinal%2B1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621806207124252690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This story, by my dear friend Suzie, is one of my favorite drama/angst fics at the moment.  It also is one of her best stories yet.  It's real, it's raw, heartbreaking, romantic and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This E&amp;amp;B knew each other their whole lives, being next door neighbors with windows right across from each other.  But once High School begins, they go their separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really want to these two to be together, but they make mistakes.  They're young and immature, but learning to grow and be adults as well.  They make the bad decisions &amp;amp; smart decisions, that a real teenager would make, not a teenager who is like a '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;40 year old stuck in a 17 year old's body&lt;/span&gt;'.  No, these kids are realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She dropped her eyes, knowing he was right. She looked back up on a new mission. "Edward, please don't jump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to. What would everyone say? Cullen's a pussy," he shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who cares? We're all leaving soon. Why do you still care what they think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned away from her. He couldn't look into her deep, meaningful, caring eyes any longer. He needed to focus on the jump in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you jump, I'll jump right after you," she threatened, looking determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ7OsWJ44Yc/TgSq9v5tQrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hJn2aXcbHbo/s1600/SOWK%2Bfinal%2B1-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ7OsWJ44Yc/TgSq9v5tQrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hJn2aXcbHbo/s320/SOWK%2Bfinal%2B1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621806212672471730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He faced her immediately. "You won't make it. You have to be a strong swimmer, Bella. That would be stupid-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That would be suicide, but at least everyone would think I went down in a blaze of glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would it matter what everyone thought if you were dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly, Edward. You're better than this. You're better than them," she pointed over her shoulder towards James. "You're better than this place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both peered over the edge one more time and saw Jake laying spread eagle on the beach with Jasper jumping around in excitement near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm weak," Edward whispered to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the wind blowing towards her, Bella might never have caught his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're stronger than you think you are." At that, she walked away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story updates often, about 3-4 times a week.  This is a good thing, because as much as I love angst and drama, I hate waiting to see what happens next.  A fast moving angsty story is perfect for me!  But be warned, it's not all fluffy, but in the end, it's an E&amp;amp;B story.  And Suzie always gives us a HEA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya'll like this banner!  It was originally made by Suzie55's husband (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what an awesome hubs, right?&lt;/span&gt;).  He extended the window on the other side, added the perfect Bella &amp;amp; even added more to her body so that she could fit!  He did an amazing job on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  I only animated it.  I got the easy end of that stick!  And because it was such a perfect representation of this story, I didn't mess with it too much but adding a bunch of animations to clutter it.  The simplicity of it says it all.  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When this Daffy Duck-loving geek comes face to face with his dream girl, will his fantasy world come to life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6989390/1/Animate_Me"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6989390/1/Animate_Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGAiweFzQmY/TfaER0Ik_CI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jIGjuPbC0ig/s1600/Bella%2527s%2BDesk2-smaller%2Bfile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGAiweFzQmY/TfaER0Ik_CI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jIGjuPbC0ig/s320/Bella%2527s%2BDesk2-smaller%2Bfile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617823026778536994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the drama &amp; angst of abstract way's &lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2010/08/work-of-art-by-abstract-way.html"&gt;Work of Art&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which is one of my favorite fics ever&lt;/span&gt;), the talented &amp; amazing writer decided to give us a little romance this time around...geeky romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, LOVE this Geekward!  He's awkward, but funny.  He's smart, but clueless.  His feeling and determination to win Bella make me swoon &amp; wish I could just take off his glasses &amp; kiss him!  And I don't care how stiff he might get when I do that!  I just love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You know, you shouldn't be nervous to talk to me; I'm not going to bite you. I'm just a girl, Edward. An ordinary girl who happens to love cartoons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she have any idea what those words do to me? There is nothing ordinary about you, Bella, I think silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles at me as she reaches for her pad and the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nis8FUUvhw/TfaERq2hAgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pCdMSqWP2xM/s1600/coffee%2Bdelivery-Animate%2BMe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nis8FUUvhw/TfaERq2hAgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pCdMSqWP2xM/s320/coffee%2Bdelivery-Animate%2BMe1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617823024286859778" /.&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's been fun chatting, but I've got a pitch to go hear. But thanks again for the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, see you later," I manage to say evenly before wandering out of her office. I start to panic on the way back to production so I stop in the bathroom to try to gather myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why did I ask about Aro? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I have to act like such a loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I splash water on my face and take several deep breaths, something comes over me. I arc over the sink, and when I finally rise up I catch my reflection. Underneath the dripping water and pale complexion, there is a look of fierce determination. It's all clear to me in that moment. Fuck Aro, and everyone at Animation Nation who doubts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will win Bella Swan's heart, if it's the last thing I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the author, who I adore for the record, was awesome enough to send me not only a drawing that a friend made for her of E&amp;B, but also a photo of the desk, with the cofee &amp; such.  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But when Bella was 4 months pregnant, she was kidnapped. That was 3 years ago - HEA? Yes, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6945394/1/Our_Yellow_House"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6945394/1/Our_Yellow_House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhuqkyV2A1U/TfEyzut3YqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_kW6nkN2Kos/s1600/2103936647_4fe5d04463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhuqkyV2A1U/TfEyzut3YqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_kW6nkN2Kos/s320/2103936647_4fe5d04463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616326074602840738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a huge fan of Cara's.  HUGE!  I read all her stuff.  There is so much variety, it's insane!  Her work is original and she updates all her fics constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believe she doesn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was dying to make her a banner or blinkie, but I just didn't get any clear ideas...until the last update of OYH.  I got this in my head, every detail, so I just had to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fic will break your heart and make you beg for updates.  It's so tragic and mysterious, and it really puts a dent into your tissue supply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I stood in the shower. My forehead pressed against the tile. My eyes shut tightly. My breathing labored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, the pain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whimpers escaped my mouth as I toweled myself dry. It was better than the ugly sobs that used to rip their way through my body, but that only meant I was getting better at holding myself together, because the pain sure as shit hadn't subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I went to bed alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried my face in Bella's pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't smell like her. Hadn't for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come home to me, angel… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sob&lt;/span&gt;* I hope you love this story and the banner I made for it!  Oh, and one more thing, the FANTASTIC manips in this banner are made by the talented &amp; world famous &lt;a href="http://nawelh.livejournal.com/"&gt;Nawel&lt;/a&gt;. 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I was so honored when they asked me to contribute artwork to it!  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;  Well here's some info straight from the blog that will shed light on how cool this site it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This blog was created to reflect our facebook group where we hang from the chandeliers and flash each other occasionally. Please see the list below to meet a few of Team TLS. We have been lucky enough to have a few guys join us in our crazy group but for the most part, It's just 222 beautiful women. We are all twific addicts with a large part of our group being extremely talented, well known, fanfic authors as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week we post and share what we are reading and enjoying, within the group, and at the end of each week we throw all of the recs on a poll.  Tweets, Facebook status updates and tumblr posts are sent out regarding the poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poll is open for voting through the week and ends each week with 4 (sometimes we have a tie) winning "Fics of the week".  Each TLS FIC OF THE WEEK is featured on The Lemonade Stand, added to the TLS Recommended Reading links and Award Winning Fics page as well as receive the official TLS seal of approval. Only Fics that are voted through the poll as "Fics of the week" are given TLS seal of approval.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each month we take winners of TLS FIC OF THE WEEK and put them on a poll where a TLS FIC OF THE MONTH is chosen. At the end of the year, a TLS FIC OF THE YEAR will be awarded by voting from the 12 TLS FIC OF THE MONTH winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made 3 banners for this site, Fic of the Week, Month &amp; Year (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is the Month one&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tehlemonadestand.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/LemonMonth.gif"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made them a blinkie, cause damn, I adore this site.  Seriously, if you're looking for something to read (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cause you're tired of waiting for my slow ass to suggest something to you&lt;/span&gt;), go to this site.  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His priorities shift when he meets his Match. What do you do when the person that was made for you belongs to someone else? AU M for lang &amp; vampsex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuZxgwtqNX4/TdA9V5DiDSI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Egw5D2AOnuM/s1600/ilSensale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuZxgwtqNX4/TdA9V5DiDSI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Egw5D2AOnuM/s320/ilSensale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607048982378450210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Years ago, there was a prophecy that a war was looming.  When the Volturi decide that they need to amass an army of the strongest and most talented, they send out invitations to join their cause.  To protect their way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward fights for his sister, Alice, who has dedicated herself to this cause. She’s swept up in the propaganda and has a vision that she’ll be there, to meet her other half and to end the long-standing war once and for all. To keep her free from the clutches of the Volturi, he must make certain sacrifies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Your terms," he murmured in a low tone, his calculating gaze flashing to mine. "Repeat them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew the terms. He also knew he was going to accept them—that much was readily available to me in his mind. He just wanted to force me to explain again, to show that he was the one in control. There was no need—we both already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In exchange for my sister's freedom, I will agree to…" I paused, thinking of the most diplomatic word to use in this situation. "…observe the other contestants and report my findings back to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom?" He hissed, his rage at my choice of words obvious. "How dare you imply…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowing my head toward him as a sign of deference, I interrupted. "No implication was made, Aro. I was under the impression that a signature on this contract was, in effect, submitting yourself, albeit willingly, to the service of the Volturi—for life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes narrowed to slits as he regarded me. His thoughts continued to rush by in flashes, until a serene expression overtook his features as Puccini's Tosca began to play softly in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are correct, Edward. The participants of the Challenge enter with the intention of giving their life in service to the Volturi. To give up one's life…"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the challenges begin.  The most important, is that of Aro playing '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;matchmaker&lt;/span&gt;' and pairing up the Vampires with their mates.  Does he match them up correctly?  If not, what will happen then?  And where does Bella fit into all this?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very well written, very intriguing story that has just begun.  I'm dying to know what will happen next, the suspense is killing me!  Plus, hell, I love to add some vamp-sexy-times to my fanfic diet.  Gives it a little spice!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, there will be some HOT vamp sex in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No to mention, Kassiah rocks hard!  In the past, I've made her a few Fandom People Awards &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;animated&lt;/span&gt; banners(&lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2010/10/fandom-people-awards-specials.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;), a blinkie for her OJWard.com (&lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-blinkies-july-2010.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;) &amp; a blinkie for her fic, Somewhere in Between (&lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/somewhere-in-between-by-kassiah.html"&gt;click here too&lt;/a&gt;).  She's just awesome, I can't imagine what this fandom would be like without her!  Plus, I adore working with her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the blinkie was made to match the &lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a86/Kassiah/Matchmaker/ilSensalegif.gif"&gt;original beautiful banner&lt;/a&gt; made by &lt;a href="http://catonspeedland.blogspot.com/"&gt;catonspeed&lt;/a&gt;.  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He holds the answers to questions I am too afraid to ask. Memories scratch at the wall built to contain them. Will the truth set me free or wrap me in chains? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6886975/1/In_the_Land"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6886975/1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adopted continuation of &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/leaf?id=0ByCxX7eIdBSAMTlhY2M3YmEtZDlhOC00MmRkLWI3NTMtY2FjZTE4OGUyZmEx&amp;amp;sort=name&amp;amp;layout=list&amp;amp;num=50"&gt;In the Land of Milk &amp;amp; Honey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLraZpV9WY4/TcK4BNWEcaI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/oyBSpdLBF_g/s1600/2975430182_f56f7548bf-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLraZpV9WY4/TcK4BNWEcaI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/oyBSpdLBF_g/s320/2975430182_f56f7548bf-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603243217303925154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few years back, I made a blinkie and banner for ITLOM&amp;amp;H, because I loved the story.  It was a really sexy, very well written mystery.  It was my addiction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author removed the story and didn't quite explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of us where so disappointed.  We really hoped to find out the answers to all the questions we had.  What happened to Bella?  Why can't she remember?  Will Edward claim Tristan as his son?  Why are they always fucking instead of talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah, stuff like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't read ITLOM&amp;amp;H, you're probably giving this post a 'WTF' look right about now.  Sorry about that, but I'll bet you're curious now, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original story's PDF is posted &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/leaf?id=0ByCxX7eIdBSAMTlhY2M3YmEtZDlhOC00MmRkLWI3NTMtY2FjZTE4OGUyZmEx&amp;sort=name&amp;layout=list&amp;num=50"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, so read if you haven't, then come back to this story to continue...cause trust me, you'll want to continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In The Land by toad.of.truth&lt;/span&gt; has really done a fine, FINE job at continuing this story.  I feel like I'm getting so much closure, not to mention it's brilliant in it's own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love a good mystery and enjoy the kind of lemons that leave you clawing for more, this fic is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the banner &amp;amp; blinkie?  Never had the heart to throw them away.  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As you might have already notice, quite a few blogs out there today are falling down to kneel, open our mouths, smile and pray to the sex-in-print that is Master of The Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensual celebration of a &lt;a href="http://www.50shades.com/"&gt;groundbreaking fanfic&lt;/a&gt; and now a &lt;a href="http://www.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/publishinghouse/books/detail/23"&gt;fabulous fucking book&lt;/a&gt; that I can't wait to get my hands on (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;big licks to my RL Chica who pre-ordered that the other day, for my birthday Saturday&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my affair with Fifty is old news to those who follow this site.  After all, we've had years to get to know each other, as you can see from these past blog post of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2009/10/master-of-universe-by-snowqueens.html?zx=82f65228d61facbb"&gt;Wednesday, October 14, 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master of the Universe by Snowqueens Icedragon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan is drafted in to interview the reclusive enigmatic Edward Cullen, multi-millionaire CEO of his company. It's an encounter that will change her life irrevocably, leading her to the darkest realms of desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is very interesting and very sexy. Edward is just so dark, secretive, and I just find him to be fucking yummy! I would love to lick him, but he &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; doesn't like to be touched, so I'm guessing that wouldn't go over too well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, you have the mystery around Edward, combined with an innocent Bella that he's trying to tempt into a BDSM relationship. Throw in some kink, and you have one hell of a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blinkie below is a visual taken from the end of chapter 13. Bella had no idea what Edward wanted to show her, and she's shocked to say the least. I had a blast looking up BDSM photos, I'm so keeping some of these on my computer...ahh, ya know, for research...or something (don't judge me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=8511" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(193, 14, 22); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/MoTUBig.gif" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=8511" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(193, 14, 22); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/BunkerBig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(203, 203, 203); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://teambbbof.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-too-late.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(18, 129, 34); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; text-transform: none; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); min-height: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sunday, July 11, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://teambbbof.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-too-late.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(18, 129, 34); "&gt;It's Not Too Late!&lt;/a&gt; (Team BBBOF Blog for FGB)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(152, 152, 152); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-956079935575941952" style="width: 443px; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpgOyVKSQP0/TDoj_-skPfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wJXr87Tox9M/s1600/126005395-1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(18, 129, 34); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpgOyVKSQP0/TDoj_-skPfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wJXr87Tox9M/s320/126005395-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492742277600394738" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is it too late to submit $ to join the team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No It's Not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since those &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;insanely&lt;/span&gt; good 50POV outtakes where released to the BBBoF &amp;amp; TT50 Members, a wave of regret has swept thru the world of Fifty fans! Many readers kicked themselves for forgetting to join the team in order to get the outtake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not too late! You can still donate, even as low as $5. Come on, what would you rather have, that bag of cookies that will go to your hips, or some sweet, sweet 50POV that'll go straight to your&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;girlie bits&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go, grab your purse, get ready to donate, cause it's so worth it! Don't put it off any longer, do it now!!!&lt;br /&gt;But first, drop Kat a line at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klspitz@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Rose &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Pick up a banner &amp;amp; show your support for BBBOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teambbbof.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/BBBOFBig.png" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;The combined BBBoF &amp;amp; TT50 total for ALS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;$28,391.70 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still open to receive donation receipts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-956079935575941952" style="width: 443px; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; text-transform: none; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); min-height: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; text-transform: none; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); min-height: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saturday, July 17, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 21px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-blinkies-july-2010.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Blog Blinkies July 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;50Shades.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icy said jump, I said how high, cause that Chica owns me &amp;amp; she knows it. The result, another blinkie for Fifty. I refuse to give you a description of this blog. If you don't already know, then you need to leave my site right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://50shades.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(193, 14, 22); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/50Shades2.gif" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2010/08/master-of-universe-ii-by-snowqueens.html?zx=787e1503f0484dad"&gt;Tuesday, August 17, 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master of the Universe II by Snowqueens Icedragon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I had just started making blinkies, when Tamsigirl asked me to make one for a new story called Master of the Universe. I put a lot of thought into that blinkie. Icy and I went back and forth many times trying to get it just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really hoped that the blinkie would help get some readers for this new story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I look back, I think of all the amazing updates...all the fun times in the Bunker (remember the New Years Eve Bunker Party? Every Ward out there showed!)...all the times that I've had to point a finger at person claiming to have made my MoTU blinkie (good luck doing that with this new one, I put my name on the end!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I think of Fifty. I think of the journey Icy was gracious enough to take us on. Everything from Tampon Gate to the awesome 'YES' key chain. From the Confession of Virginity to Lemonmartinis taking down Mrs. R! The FGB Auction where MoTU was able to raise almost 30 grand for charity. And don't forget the dance auction in Chapter 64, where I was sold for 5 grand (and according to the FGB outtake, I also am a florist in Icy's world). MoTU is one of the greatest, most entertaining Twilight fanfics ever...the strong love and bond with these characters develops with every single person who reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the sequel...we've only had a taste of one chapter, but oh, what a chapter! Icy's still got it and this story is guaranteed to be as epic as the first one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the blinkie...&lt;br /&gt;This was just one big pile of stress for me! WHY?! Because the first was such a big hit for me, I knew I HAD to make this one 2X better! But, lucky for me, I had some help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a big, giant smooch to Lolypop82 for not only making the manip in the beginning, but for sending me the bikini video as well! To Biel, who's MoTU fan video was also used in this blinkie (click here to view).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I added some smut, some luxury toys, some Twilight &amp;amp; the original E&amp;amp;B MoTU face frames...I hope you all enjoy this creation of mine, and if you aren't reading MoTU &amp;amp; MoTU2, please...please...please stop following my blog! Seriously, get out! Only fans of Fifty are welcome here! Oh, &amp;amp; to The Cold Shower blog, a BIG Thank You for the awesome MoTU2 banners on this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/MoTU2Big.gif" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/PeopleAwards/2011_blinkies.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/HSA.jpg" width="450" height="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HqLiUt3IBw/TM4-GQVteaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1cE5qQwSb7c/s400/banner_mostrelevant.png" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosearcadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/master-of-universe-tribute.html?zx=a42ba44da63d580f"&gt;Saturday, September 11, 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master of the Universe: A Tribute:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.motutribute.com  (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;site no longer available&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;This tribute site for MoTU has everything you need to satisfy your desire for Fifty &amp;amp; celebrate the One Year Anniversary of this spectacular story!&lt;br /&gt;Picture Gallery, Soundtrack, Time Line, Quotables, Crackfic, Freebies, Interviews &amp;amp; Reviews, List of Awards, Fifty related sites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge kiss to all the Site Contributors: AdonicaSS, Hoot, JAustenLover, Katmom, QuietRuby, Squally, TwilightCupcake, xoEMC &amp;amp; RoseArcadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of this fic &amp;amp; adore Icy, please post the following Tribute Blinkie on your thread signatute, website or blog to show your love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/MoTUtributeBig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it.  An author trying to get her story out there, an artist trying to get some her foot into the fandom door.  One controversial blinkie, leads to a wonderful online friendship and so much more for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received awards, love, recognition, attention for my artwork and even a bunch of crazy chics who are sending me to Comic Con this year (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you gals are all fucking nuts, but I love you&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all began with that one blinkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Icy.  Those margaritas we are suppose to have someday, are gonna be the most fucking amazing drinks I've ever had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the tequila sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to you, Chica, on all your success and thank you for being the start to all of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosearcadia.sushicereal.com/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here is a list of the other fan-fucking-tastic sites participating in todays MOTU Tribute as well:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Cougar Chloe @ Inspired by Lemons - &lt;a href="http://www.inspiredbylemons.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;www.inspiredbylemons.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;kiTT @ Tongue-Twied - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tonguetwied.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;www.tonguetwied.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Marie &amp;amp; Kassie @ Twilight Junkies Anonymous - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twilightjunkiesanonymous.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;www.twilightjunkiesanonymous.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Musing Bella @ Cheaper Than Therapy - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musingbella.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;www.musingbella.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Sharon @ Dangrdafne's Days of Delirium - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dangrdafne.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;www.dangrdafne.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Lisa @ 17 forever -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.17foreverlisa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;www.17foreverlisa.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Robzie &amp;amp; Jen @ Robzsinger - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robzsinger.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; 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"Their fate was sealed. There would never be another for him and as she lay in his arms she told him the same." ExB AH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6864266/1/Serendipity"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6864266/1/Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUEopNElLsw/Tbefxoro6DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hqGmNum0QVY/s1600/Chicago-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUEopNElLsw/Tbefxoro6DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hqGmNum0QVY/s320/Chicago-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600120336741361714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this banner for Serendipity last week, being as I'm a huge fan of her work.  This fic has become an obsession for many of us this month.  Readers and talented authors have fallen in love with this story, so if you're not reading it, you really should be.  It's daily updates have given us something to look forward to.  The love for this E&amp;amp;B's relationship, their families, not to mention our hate for certain other characters, is intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly an emotional and brilliant story, beginning with this Prologue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She appeared like a ghost from years past. That was her. He could swear on a bible that was her. By the time his mind caught up with the woman he knew he saw, she was gone. His heart raced as he turned around in circles, his eyes scanning the crowded street, the building's entrance, and the sidewalk. He didn't see anything, nothing and no one that meant anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing still, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lifeless&lt;/span&gt;, Edward closed his eyes and brought her face forward in his mind. He needed her. He needed her with him and if he couldn't have her physically here, he would take what he could get and have her image warm his body and his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions of her oozed through his veins, calming him and offering him the smallest bit of comfort. As his eyes opened, Edward ignored the passerby's who were staring at him thinking he was crazy. He didn't care what they thought of him. He had given up that childish notion years ago. He was much older than his young years in so many ways. That's what Bella did to him. She gave him life for thirteen years and then she took it all away with her when she disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation ages a body and today - he felt fifty, he wasn't, but felt it. Hopelessness can do that to a person. His heart, mind, and soul had hit mid-life. No crisis...at least not any longer. He had his crisis and now he was expected to move on. He didn't. He couldn't. He was stagnant in almost every sense of the word except for the aging part. Numbness followed hopelessness because it was just better for everyone if he stopped feeling, stopped the pain, stopped the crisis, stopped living, stopped being, being, being, being, being. He no longer lived. He was alive, breathing, but dead inside and it was better for everyone else that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone finally left him alone when he died inside, when he gave up hope.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ending at the end of April.  Start reading now or wait till May to read it as a completed fic, but remember to review the chapters as you go.  Because I don't care what authors say, they all like reviews saying they did a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...either way, just read it!  You'll thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the banner too.  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He lives a lonely, predictable life. But one day, he wakes up in an unfamiliar house, in an unfamiliar room with Bella laying next to him. Will he ever want to wake up from this dream? AH EPOV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5694977/1/What_If"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5694977/1/What_If&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdel_yA2VZI/TbcV9val5vI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ghsoz24Yy5I/s1600/vanity-fair-enlarged-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdel_yA2VZI/TbcV9val5vI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ghsoz24Yy5I/s320/vanity-fair-enlarged-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599968812102706930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off, let me just say that when I first started reading this fic, many months ago, I thought I had the whole plot figured out.  Figured I'd seen this kind of film before.  Boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story goes way beyond what I could have guessed.  You have Edward, a single attorney, who meets the beautiful blue eyed Bella for the first time.  That night, he falls asleep, only to wake up in a dream where he's actually in a relationship with Bella.  But the crazy part is, the dream doesn't seem to ever end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His whole life is completely different.  Choosing alternate decisions from his past have changed everything about his present, not only with the addition of Bella, but lots of friends.  He has this whole history, but doesn't know anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lambda Epsilon Omega? A fraternity? I was in a fraternity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed out loud at the thought of me in a fraternity. The thought had never even crossed my mind to join one. I always thought it wasn't for me, and I was always too focused on studying to be apart of something like that. I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibTShkYNd38/TbcVedDymsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/n21GsS6cmiM/s1600/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B4262011%2B15502%2BPM.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibTShkYNd38/TbcVedDymsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/n21GsS6cmiM/s320/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B4262011%2B15502%2BPM.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599968274599287490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stepped out of the bathroom as quietly as I could, trying not to wake up Bella. When I opened the door to the bathroom, the light glowed across her sleeping face, and I thought to myself how beautiful she looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving, the door opened slightly, I went across the room to a dresser, hoping to find a pair of boxers. I was glad to know that Bella was asleep; I knew if she saw me fumbling around drawer after drawer looking for something to wear, she would know something was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the drawer with my boxers in it after opening the fourth drawer. I slipped them on, allowing the towel that hung on my hips to slip to the floor. I didn't know where to put laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll just wait and watch where Bella puts hers tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned off the light of the bathroom and walked to the right side of the bed, I heard Bella stir in her sleep. She murmured incoherent words as she turned on her other side. I thought to myself as I laid in bed next to her how she knew that I slept on the right side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You've been together for almost four years, Edward. Of course she knows which side you sleep on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself as I laced my arm around her waist and brought her closer to my body, spooning her. I squeezed her gently and took a deep breath, letting her scent warm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved a little and whispered, "Edward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rose up some to look at her face. Her eyes were shut tight, and her lips were pursed together making an "o" shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. She was dreaming about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I realized something. If this was a dream that I was currently living in, then I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to wake up tomorrow and be back in LA alone, without her. But no one ever asked me what I wanted. So, internally, I knew that it was possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What if I woke up, and she wasn't lying beside me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twihart21 really takes this story so much further than you can imagine.  It's romantic, emotional, fun, dramatic and even heartbreaking.  Because in reality, things aren't always easy...in the dream world as well as the real world.  That is where the sheer brilliance of this story lies, I believe.  How things don't fall into place so easily and Edward has to fight for what he really wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're a new reader, you're in luck.  This fic is nearly finished.  I actually envy you so much, because there are some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt; cliffhangers in this story that have kept me awake or in tears on some nights!  You, on the other hand, have the luxury of just clicking on the next chapter.  But don't forget to leave a review before you click that '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;' button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the fic, cause you will, ask around on Twitter if you don't believe me!  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