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0alix0 · 1 month
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i was ✨inspired✨
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simplyavatrice · 1 year
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let me photograph you in this light (in case this is the last time) - final chapter
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 It’s been four months since Ava’s been back, yet she’s still not used to waking up in pain.
 It’s disheartening, to open her eyes every morning and feel the first ache of the day. Like each night might magically make everything go away.
 She can still remember waking up in the morning, twelve years old and forgetting she was paralyzed. She never was in her dreams. She could run, jump, swim, sometimes even fly. She’d dream of playing with kids who had no faces. Riding on bikes and climbing on jungle gyms - laughing and being a child.
 She would wake up each day and for thirty seconds or so, she was still that little girl in her dreams. Happy, healthy and able to do whatever she wanted.
 Then the room would suddenly become familiar and she couldn’t reach up to wipe the sleep from her eyes.
 So many mornings were spent crying. Trying to stay as quiet as she could. So she didn't wake her roommate, so she didn’t get any of the nun’s attention. They would never offer her pity - no. She was lucky, according to them. Fortunate to have their time at all - to have anyone putting in any effort to keep her alive.
 She would cry, then turn her head to brush her cheeks on the pillows and dry her tears.
 If any of them ever noticed how red her eyes were on those mornings, they never said anything.
 Now, she’s here and she isn’t paralyzed, but her body is still not right. It’s different and somehow entirely the same.
 That same thirty seconds exists where she’s okay, before reality sets in and another hard day lies ahead of her.
 At least here she can move, and it isn’t Sister Frances waiting for her each morning.
 Instead, it’s Bea, who is already out of bed and shuffling through their apartment.
CONT on AO3
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murderoushag · 1 year
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reading jegulus fanfiction while lying on the greatest mattress of all time at a sleep number
truly living the life
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hell-much · 1 year
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Once In A Lifetime - Chapter 7
Pairing: Sansa Stark / Margaery Tyrell
Rating: Explicit
Summary: On a farm, in the far north of Westeros the path of Sansa Stark’s future seems destined. The four days in the summer of 1973, when her husband and kids are away, promise to be no different than any  other day. Yet, when photographer Margaery Tyrell, happens to turn into  the Stark farm and asks Sansa for directions, everything changes.  Soon Sansa finds herself faced with an unexpected fork in the road, and a love that causes her to question everything she had come to expect from  life. A love that happens just once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky.
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Facing Margaery, Sansa smooths her hands over red fabric, tempted to hide them in pockets that aren’t there.
Seventeen years ago, Sansa had felt too shy to ask her newlywed husband to help her with her zipper. She’d slipped into the bathroom with her nightgown clamped to her front and had felt odd undressing, knowing Jon on the other side of the door.
Tonight, she holds Margaery’s gaze as she reaches behind herself and finds the zipper of her dress. She’s got it halfway down, when Margaery steps forward and catches her wrist.
“Slow down there.”
Sansa tries to pull free, but Margaery’s hold carries a strength one wouldn’t expect looking at her. Meeting her eyes, she lifts her chin. “Why?”
A smile builds on Margaery’s face. She has to stretch a little, to conquer Sansa’s defensive stance. “I’ve wanted to peel you out of that dress all night,” she says, her breath hot against Sansa’s lips as she releases her grip. “Don’t take that away from me.”
The fluttery sensation that takes over Sansa’s chest and stomach brings back that slight weakness in her knees. She smiles sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
Margaery seizes her waist and draws her closer. “Don’t apologise, you had good instincts,” she says, ghosting lips over her cheek to her pulse point. “Getting you undressed is very much the declared goal.”
Sansa sinks against her and tilts her head back to grant lips that kiss along her neck all the room they need. “So it’s merely pace we’re negotiating?”
“Pace.” Fingers drift up the closed zipper over her lower back. Sansa’s eyes flutter close when they trail along the bare skin over her spine, toy with the clasp of her bra briefly. It’s the most intimate way she touched her yet and it appears like a promise of all that is to come. A warm palm settles flatly over her nape. “And patience.”
“I can be patient.” The quiver slipping into her tone, robs her of any chance to sound halfway convincing.
Margaery presses a kiss just below her ear. “Can you now?”
“Yes,” Sansa breathes, twisting fingers into the fabric of Margaery’s dress.
Teeth scrape along her neck and a hot tongue soothes the pleasurable sting.
“Lucky for you, I can’t.”
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seachanqe · 2 years
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Guess who roasted a whole chicken, made a stock, made gravy out of the stock, and then made mashed potatoes today. 😎 This guy.
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omarfor-orchestra · 1 year
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paradoxgavel · 1 year
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y’all. i am so fuckin tired. <:\
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starlight-rabbit · 11 months
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hhhhhhh should really get back into blogging so people don’t think i’m dead
Anyway yeah sorry for the radio silence, been living with someone who’s decided to be awful to me (and everyone around her), so it’s been kinda hard to be social
I’ll try to be a bit more active though!
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kays-gmm-fanblog · 2 years
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Lmaoooo I thought younsaid you were abandoning this blog and yet here you are like a desperate old hag again still looking for attention. gotta love someone whos both cringe and a fucking liar
So I've been sitting on this for a minute, because I wanted to think.
I'm like basically done with randl fandom anyway and I'm pretty inconsistent with watching the show itself. And I have better things to do that deal with shit like this when I do bother to post here.
So yeah, if any of y'all want to talk to me, feel free to follow my main @resplendentreveries but otherwise consider this blog permanently on hiatus.
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jeonghanurl · 1 year
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I am in my new apartment and I have internet :)
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eveningclouds · 1 year
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i went five blocks off campus today that's the most i've done except er/doctor visits & twice for my internship simce...THE WHOLE SEMESTER???
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I think I finally got through all those questions. Jesus Christ.
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toasteaa · 2 years
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I really, really want to go home right now
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wastelandbabyblue · 2 years
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what if I actually go insane. on purpose
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smash-chu · 2 months
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make a cohost account, make a blue skies account, make a pillow fort account, make a artfol account, share your discord, make a back-up account, make another account, make another account, make another account-
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anxietyfrappuccino · 2 months
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all i want to do is sleep and collect sparkly things
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