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litofcolournet · 11 months
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check out literally just sitting outside if u can. the hobby of the summer
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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“Two is for discipline, headless of trial.”
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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Inej Ghafa
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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THE GRISHAVERSE → INEJ GHAFA
she was inej ghafa, and she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare. wherever i am, i just have to get out
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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Henry Cheng my beloved
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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CHAR POSTERS. BLUE SARGENT
she was decidedly uncomfortable with the switchblade. although she very much liked the idea of it— blue sargent, desperado; blue sargent, superhero; blue sargent, badass— she suspected that the only thing she would cut the first time she opened it was herself.
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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This Is How You Lose The Time War (2019)
You’ll have to burn this. I hope you can keep it. I keep the memory. I imagine your hands on the paper. I imagine your fire.
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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It’s amazing how much blue there is in the world, if you look. You’re different colors of flame: Bismuth burns blue, and cerium, germanium, and arsenic. See? I pour you into things.
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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url edit — @bluevsargent​
“what do you want?“ maura asked. “not out of college. out of life.” blue swallowed the truth once, because she was ready to move from crisis and crying to solutions and stability. then she said the truth slowly and carefully, so that it would be manageable. “what i always wanted. to see the world. to make it better.”
want one?
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@fantasysociety game 06 | archetypes/pride
This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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@fictiondaily mission 5: colour palettes
BREE MATTHEWS [Legendborn by Tracy Deonn]
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litofcolournet · 2 years
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These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever
“I don’t think you’ve ever felt anything that didn’t hurt you,” Julian said. “We’ve found each other, out of everyone else in the world. Does that hurt, too?”
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MAKE ME CHOOSE — @quxiaotan asked gopaf, sotf, or tpw + @exeuntomnes asked sotf or tpw
the future is an ever changing stream. every choice, every decision we make, sends it down a different path.
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Ruin me, ruin us, and I’ll let you.
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A thousand leagues and a thousand sands. For you, a thousand times I would defy the sun.
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@storyseekers event 11 : travel — the henna wars for @lukejulies   
like everything in the world has fallen away to make space for this moment, for the rhythmic breathing of the two of us, side by side. despite the cold, the rain, and the damp, the warmth of flávia’s body is a palpitating thing next to me. the heat of her is stronger than any irish sun.
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