Anne Hathaway’s character in Devil Wears Prada literally just starts dressing better and taking an interest in her work and her friends act like she’s an awful person who has “changed”. Like bitch THIS IS NOT A LINDSAY LOHAN MEAN GIRLS MOMENT all she did was get the new Chanel boots.
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JUST HOLDING ON //
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Pepper: I could fix him
Killmonger: I could make him worse
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the best dog trait is when herding breeds just try to herd children. nothing is funnier than a very confused slightly panicked toddler staring at you for answers and help as some well meaning aussie nips at their heels and tries to direct them to an absolutely arbitrary location
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mood: attire with jewels made to look like they're bleeding
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Anyone else have like, character-specific whump tropes? Where there's one specific type of pain you want to keep putting one specific character through, just in different scenarios and settings.
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oh to be in a silk nightgown in front of a vanity removing my makeup while my partner lies in bed watching me lovingly
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as soon as they said "illusion" my brother said "yeah, like the illusion of paul hollywood being a good person"
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Rex smiles for once and Ahsoka is like "!!! You have a dimple!!" and Rex says "I'm too old for acne"
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anyways its government (declan) assigned gansey tuesday
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i hope you are having a good day and if you ship a rare ship, i hope someone posts a 100k well written, amazingly developed, completed fic on ao3 that hits you in all the right kinks
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Circuit restarted, pink blazing- it matched their gods damned drinks- Morrigan tossed herself down on a chaise that looked like it had been built to the precise size of the motion, kicking up her legs to send silk sliding in every direction but coverage.
Faery skin gleamed in the dark- without glamour, Morrigan was silvery in shadow, lovely as she knew herself to be.
Nesta sat. “I’m married.”
Morrigan didn’t blink, the expression that came over her face not quite right- a little too wide-eyed to be anything but real, genuine surprise. It didn’t show in her voice. “To Eris Vanserra, who hasn’t touched a woman in centuries.”
“And you have?”
Morrigan’s jaw snapped shut, the faint click of faery teeth loud in the dark and echoingly empty apartment.
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“Faebane,” Nesta purred, stepping into the room, “Doesn’t work on us.”
Morrigan hands- empty- pressed flat to the desk. “I didn’t do this.”
“No,” Nesta agreed, easily, enough so that Morrigan’s head shot up, incredulous face stark in the light melting on to purple. “But it happened in your territory.”
Morrigan tossed her head, showy enough the ends of her hair whipped past the purple light into green. “What do you want? Compensation? Blood, now that you’re Autumn? Will the heads of whoever was stupid enough to attack you work?”
“I took their hearts,” Nesta said, “Actually.”
Burnt from the inside out, obliterated by the same eternal thing as Cauldron water, sparked back to life by Eris.
She saw the exact moment Morrigan paid enough attention to note the Illyrian blood. Reeking despair, Eris’s cruel, maintained cunning, and pain. Fear. They’d called her a witch and tried to kill her husband- they had only been tools, but Nesta didn’t have it in her to regret their terror either.
Fury left no room.
Morrigan leant into the light, shutting her eyes for a single, vulnerable moment. Pink, purple, green, blue- the color sang from her pale, pale hair, no glamour wrought to make the gold sun bright here, in the middle of the night.
“Can I get a drink?” Morrigan snapped, stress suddenly present. “Or are you going to rip out my heart, if I move?”
Nesta rolled her eyes. “Why would I want it?”
Answer was Morrigan pushing off the ridiculous desk, storming to a dark corner of the huge room, where Nesta assumed liquor lived. She could smell it sharp bright sweet, even before Mor, ruddy cheeks visible even in shifting light, stomped back and shoved a glass into her hand.
“There,” Morrigan snarled, “Hospitality.”
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“Summer ripened, then rotted. The heat broke and it was autumn.”
— Melissa Albert, Tales From the Hinterland
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Oh I LOVE it!! Older and meaner 💖
hi! reading your posts I notice you talk a lot about the beauty of Eris, do you have any model/actor in mind? I always picture him as Joseph Morgan or Alexander Skarsgard. but i am curious how you imagine him.
So I am famously terrible at using Real Visual References- I do it with clothes, but that's about it. If I'm remembering my brief vampire diaries excursions correctly- Joseph Morgan has that voice, right? Mhmmm. a 10/10 Eris attribute. Skarsgard to me has a different vibe, but the overall height + shoulders things is Yes.
The Thing with Eris's hotness in Your Heart as it Was...is that I'm using it as a character beat we haven't gotten to yet. Nesta is constantly thinking things like: my beautiful husband, Eris as lovely as he was ruthless- BUT at the same time, reminding us, hair like gore, burnt out hungry eyes.
Cassian will, in a later chapter, compare him to a corpse. Feyre calls him a fucked up wraith.
Nesta THINKS Eris is beautiful- and he is, but in such an inhuman way it's disconcerting even to other faeries. He's as Autumn as Autumn gets: wild, wounding, lovely, one foot eternally in the grave.
It's slightly too extreme- and thus, completely, A Nesta Archeron Thing.
As for Human Eris? My big thing is just...not imagining him as yet another acotar beefcake dude. Tall but not wildly broad. He's not a wall of person. A precise geometry of cheekbones, good hair, and a face that makes people clock him as an asshole. Pretty if he smiled, but that resting bitch face WINS.
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email stands for evil mail
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