such a talented kobold!! 🔥🥰 🔥
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Between Our Love
Chapter 10: Fifteen Seconds
Lexa floats, like a piece of driftwood, in the strange in-between world in the middle of consciousness and slumber. The car rocks gently around her, the radio hums, brief flashes of light break up the darkness behind her eyelids, and Lexa lay cradled in the center of it all, curled up in her seat with the seat warmers on, suspended in that place of limbo where time has no meaning.
At least, until the soft murmur of Clarke's voice breaks through the fog as if from a great distance. Lexa stirs, awareness gradually returning to her. Her lashes flutter as she blinks, cracking her eyes open to see Clarke looking at her with fond amusement.
"Sorry to wake you. I just— I'm coming up on the last toll and I can't find the coin purse. I think it's in the glove box. Which…" She gestures vaguely at the swell of her stomach, one hand still on the wheel. Which she can't reach. Right.
Lexa unravels her legs and spares a moment for a languid stretch before she opens the glove box to pluck out the frog-shaped coin purse she'd hidden there when they'd stopped for dinner earlier. They're already rolling up to the toll booth, so Lexa opens it up and counts out the change Clarke needs, handing it over to her. She yawns, feeling much more awake by the time they're gaining speed again.
"We're close," Clarke tells her, nodding toward her phone plugged in its holder on the dashboard. Lexa doesn't need a glance at the map to tell her that, though. She breathes in deeply and the scent of pine fills her lungs. They've already made it to the outskirts of Polis. The road ahead is flanked on either side by familiar pine trees, stretching up toward a night sky that's starting to lighten, the surplus of stars dwindling as the city's distant artificial lights bleach the sky.
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Voliš da brineš o ljudima jer to leči dio tebe,dio koji niko nije znao da leči…
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dzisiaj słyszysz „będę zawsze obok”
jutro znowu siedzisz sam ze sobą
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Kobolds building kobolds?? 🔧
More likely than you think....
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Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me.
- The Battle of the Labyrinth, Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan
*crashing sounds, falling off the bed, high pitched screaming, running around the room while flapping my arms around, sobbing, weird hand movements, throwing myself on the bed, screaming and giggling on a pillow, kicking my feet, crying*
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Hoe noem je brood of koekjes of ander deegwaren dat te lang in een open verpakking heeft gelegen en daardoor niet meer echt lekker is, maar het is in principe nog wel te eten?
-> bol
-> slof
-> iets anders (zet het in comments of tags!!)
-> ik heb hier geen woord voor
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