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guqin-and-flute · 5 months
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Wangji trying to convince his brother to immediately turn on Jin Guangyao and help Wei Wuxian after the Koi Tower Debacle™ feels very [no_take_only_throw_dog_meme.jpeg]
Lwj: Xiongzhang. Help.
Lxc: Okay, but I need to understand the whole situation.
Lwj: ... >:( No nuance. Only help.
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creaturedefender · 2 months
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this is gonna be me
round 6 tomorrow. round 7 on friday. road to 140 💪💪
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toesuckler · 27 days
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stupid fucking cat is meowing at me again
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blushformebaby · 24 days
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Easter is the one day a year where bunny boys can lay eggs, but only if they've been pegged enough so if you're not laying eggs right now you need to be sluttier this year. I'm not making this up. It's called pEGGing for a reason. That's how it works. I'm not lying.
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soaps-mohawk · 1 month
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hi love! im wondering if you’ve posted chapter 13 of crcb because i cant see it and you normally post by now and i cant see it! btw i love your fic!!💕💕
It's 6:41 am for me babes, I definitely don't post this early. The earliest I've posted was the last couple chapters at 7:30 am-ish for me.
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valorianknights · 7 months
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"... I've never really talked to anyone my age for this long before... Are we friends?"
The new student transfer from M.I.T. , Mary Sato, is a professional workaholic with zero social skills, but is very open to make friends.
She may be a goober, but she's my goober.
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dxmnsvoid · 2 months
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if you see me reblogging plural posts just know im doing it very scared and with tears in my eyes 🥹👍🏻
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kingxgarm · 1 year
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With all this Clouse x Lou going around I think I should remind everyone that we can also ship Garmadon x Lou or just poly them up
Just saying
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streamat4am · 2 months
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ANON???? I JUST SAW IT WAITTTT
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best--dress · 1 month
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I recently noticed that I swear soooo much more now than I used to and I stg it's this fucking fandom
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soph-3lia · 1 year
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BRING BACK MY BABA I MISS HER SO MUCH
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craycraybluejay · 9 months
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I miss him so much I kind of want to go back to burning in hell if it means that I can hug him and kiss him and make him laugh himself to sleep again
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spoonger · 10 months
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I first got on Tumblr when I was 12, left and then came back and then left again so now I am back again and here to post my art :>
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eddieschains · 1 year
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@eddiemunsons-missingnipple over here telling me to cockwarm eddie when we just met 😭
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elliemarchetti · 1 year
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A Court of Deadly Virtues (Book 1)
Plot: A Court of Mist and Fury retelling from Nesta’s POV. Set in ACOMAF bonus chapter
This is going to be totally canon-divergent further on, but for now every change is very subtle. Book 2 is full on Neris, so don’t expect a Nessian happy ending, just how I think their love story should’ve been. @a-court-of-valkyries this is the fic I was talking about in the tags of this post if you want to give it a try
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Part 1
Chastity [2/7]
Someone had been flying in circles over the green-roofed house for at least ten minutes, and although Nesta repeatedly told herself it didn’t matter who would come, when they landed at the door she finally admitted she wished it was Cassian. She enjoyed arguing with him a little too much, and since last time he had to leave in such a rush, she wasn’t exactly sure of who won the argument, so she wanted the chance to have the last, definitive word. Furthermore, she liked being looked at by someone at her level, someone ready to retort even when she said the worst mean things a human mind can conceive. Cassian was certainly no courtier, but he was able to stand up to them and this was as much as Nesta could aspire to at the moment. She’d sent word yesterday about precisely when she expected the Fae to show up – emptying the house of all servants so often would raise more suspicion than it was safe, so she came up with a flawless plan – and when someone knocked it was a matter of a heartbeat before she yanked the door open with a sharp movement. Whomever it was, they were cloaked in magic, and Nesta saw nothing but thinning patches of snow melting on the muddy lawn and the sloping drive cutting through it.
“Who’s at the door?” asked the insufferably nosy housekeeper Elain loved so much.
“No one, just the wind,” she replied, and though she didn’t really expected the woman to trust her, not after what she’d seen on Feyre’s last visit, she was quite unnerved when she scuttled into the immaculate foyer to make sure she wasn’t lying and even more when she had to repeat herself after she declared she was retiring to her room and she wanted to be left alone for at least an hour. The housekeeper’s eyes thinned to stilts as she strode up the grand, carpeted staircase with steps quiet as death, the heavy, pale purple gown tight enough in the bodice to show off her slim waist and the fitted sleeves displaying her slender arms a clear sign she was hiding something. She chose how to dress and style her hair with meticulous attention and it was already paying off, for she was now sure it was definitely Cassian who was following her as silent as a ghost. She felt it in her stomach, she sensed it in the tingling caressing her spine; that Fae gave her such a physical response she was sure she should’ve been afraid of it, yet she revelled in his lust when she touched herself at night, enjoying the sensation but not the provider, fearing she might become addicted and make a faux pas. As soon as she entered her spacious bedroom, bedecked in velvets and silks of varying shades of blue and silver, and shut the oak door behind her, the heavy, slow posture vanished along with Cassian’s cloaking. A blink was her only tell of surprise in front of his wide wings.
“You’re ten minutes late,” she said, moving toward the crackling fire, where the sound of the flames might cover their voices.
“I do have other duties, you know,” he retorted, equally quiet, flashing a grin. It was a lie, he wasn’t late because of the armies he led for Rhysand, but she let the fool bask in his sense of victory, never recoiling, only lifting her chin to meet his stare.
“You need me far more than I need you, you should remember it. So let’s start again, nicer this time, and maybe I’ll be prone to help,” she replied as he took a step closer, bracing a hand on the mantel. Nesta leaned close enough to breathe in his scent, and it hit her in the gut so hard she could barely focus on making sure her eyes didn’t roll back into her head. She could nearly taste it, snow-chilled wind and embers, and she wondered if his skin had the same sweetness or if he was somehow more like the mortals in this sense. She would never know, not if he stood poised instead of burying his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder, not if his iron will kept him from touching her.
“There are other ways I could play nice, Nesta Archeron,” he purred as he moved closer, less than a hand’s span between their faces. The offer was another test, no doubt to find a weakness she was unwilling to show. A small smile curved her lips.
“If I wanted a male pawing at me,” she said, refusing to let her chin lower, “I’d sooner ask one of the hounds.”
Those words should’ve hurt him, but his insufferable smile persisted and Cassian went right for the throat as he asked if she’d ever been with a male. Telling the truth would’ve gave her no real advantage, but it wasn’t a loss either, and she was too tempted to know how deep he lusted for her not to use her virginity against him.
“Why should I have bothered?” she asked, pushing gently on his broad chest. A trained killer, a predator by birth and training, and yet he straightened when she stepped closer, a move that would’ve deleted the distance between their lips. He was scared, she realized with a cocky grin, scared and frustrated. It wasn’t a good mix of emotions to read on a man’s face, especially when a woman was alone in his company. The last time she’d seen it was when she cut things off with Tomas Mandray, and it hadn’t exactly ended well.
“Who did it?” Cassian asked through gritted teeth, with such certainty in his voice she almost feared he read her thoughts. She hated Tomas, she hated him so much she sometimes wished he’d be run over by a carriage, but the Fae’s eyes promised torture.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she retorted, and started to withdraw her hand when he grabbed it with a movement too quick for her mortal senses and pressed it to his chest, right above his galloping heart.
“Someone hurt you,” he stated, his tone so low and at the same time so mighty. It wasn’t a question.
“Would it change anything?” she asked, a shiver running slowly down her spine. She knew it wouldn’t, inexplicably, she knew he would still want her and kill for her and it shamefully turned her on so much she closed her eyes and gave him total access to her neck.
“Who?” he asked again, as his lips lightly brushed her throat. It was only a whispered bet, a murmur inaudible to any human ear, but Cassian was a Fae, and when Nesta opened her eyes she found herself alone in the room with a letter for the Queens on her bedside table and her hands dirty by association.
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guys…..I’m about to check my other account….I swear to god if I have 10 asks in the ask box I’ll die- /affectionate
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