yay, another troytim shipper. Armie who? The cannibam? Nah, timmy deserves to be with someone sane and umproblematic like Troye. Glad to see you're coming to the good side.
Hello Anon:
Excuse me, what?
“Troytim”?
Timotroye has a better ring to it, but even so, you are still mistaken, Anon.
I have no idea who you are or where you got that idea about me, but if that’s what you want to believe, that’s your business. Your opinion is meaningless especially since you don’t even have the courage to own it.
Those dots don’t connect, no matter how much you want them to connect.
BTW, Armie Hammer is not a “cannibam”.
But do go on telling yourself that fantasy about Armie if that’s what floats your boat. Just know that it’s not true.
He has never been charged with any crime, though his ex-wife and his ex-stalker should be since they’re the ones who have actually committed fraud, identity theft, and defamation.
So he still lives rent free in your brain even after all this time, Anon? EffOff, is that you?
Thanks for your comment.
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“He came to stand beside me. The sunlight was still on him. Right then, he was close to the idea I’d always had of him ; the picture I saw in my mind’s eye when drawing near to sleep.”
The Empty Grave, Jonathan Stroud
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Well. This is new.
I hit a long rest, expecting to have Mizora pop up and exact Wyll's penance, and instead ALFIRA showed up. What?
"I'm so glad I found-- wait!" she yelps, presumably in response to Rakha surging out of sleep at this unexpected intrusion with all the calm and subtlety of a house on fire. The bard stumbles backwards out of reach, her eyes wide. "I'm Alfira - a bard from the grove!" she squeaks, terrified. "I don't mean any harm!"
It is only Wyll's hand on her shoulder, arresting her forward movement, that keeps Rakha from getting her hands around the interloper's throat and squeezing. She was in the midst of yet another series of terrible, bloodsoaked dreams, the steady march of corpses through her mind; she still feels only half-conscious, feral and rattled, the beast ready to take control at the slightest slip. "State your purpose," she growls hoarsely, "or die."
"Wait. Wait!" Alfira says hastily. "I'm not your enemy! Quite the opposite, in fact." She looks at Rakha with an incredible earnestness, squaring her shoulders. "You're all anyone talks about in the grove. Hearing all you've done inspired me. I want to join you - to fight by yours side. I want to help people, as you've helped us."
(A/N: WHAT? Is this a Durge thing? I've never seen this scene before.)
Rakha stares at her. It is one thing for her to ally with the others who are infected as she is, who share a common purpose and insight. But this perplexing fragile creature offers her nothing. Bard. It means little, but she can tell that Alfira is no fighter at a glance - at least not as Rakha respects the term. Her clothes are colorful, impractical. There is a dagger at her hip but it is dulled with little sign of use.
And her words... I want to help people as you've helped us. What has Rakha done to earn that appraisal? She killed the goblins in the attack on the grove, perhaps, but that was an act of survival and bloodthirst. That the teeth-lings survived was happenstance, a mere side-effect, not the main cause. This Alfira comes here with a blind idealism, not practicality or use.
"No," she says bluntly. "I have no time for weaklings."
To her surprise, Alfira doesn't flinch under her glare, but sets her jaw and stares back stubbornly. "But I can fight!" she insists. "I won't hold you back, I swear it."
Irritation surges in Rakha's head; the beast growls. But Wyll's low voice cuts through, soft behind her. "She seeks a safe haven," he points out quietly. "What sort of earsgang would refuse it?"
And Rakha hesitates.
Does Wyll see something here that she does not? Gale is nodding too, and Karlach some distance off. What do they see worth keeping here? There is no bond of the worm between them and Alfira, no use in her knife and certainly not in the musical instrument strapped to her back.
The most Rakha can say is that Alfira is no danger. And Wyll and Karlach and Gale want her to stay.
Alfira can see her wavering. "Please-- oh, please!" the bard says eagerly.
"Fine," Rakha mutters curtly, awash with baffled frustration.
"Yes!" Alfira bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet, her fists raised in the air in triumph. "Thank you! You won't regret it! I won't let you down, I promise," she says earnestly to Rakha's back. The half-orc is already stalking away, angry and confused for reasons she can't articulate, her fists clenched with the effort not to turn back and throttle the girl.
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teehee hi nonnie darling <3 giggling n kicking my feet and blushing at you omg thank you for taking the time to go out of your way to look for my inbox🥰 so honoured you think i’m important enough to warrant a message🥰🥰 now please show yourself out you’re so silly for missing the x button🤭
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I WAS LOOKING FOR BABY SITTERS CLUB FANFICS ONLINE (cuz the fandom feels so dead ngl) and i mean the books not the show AND TELL ME WHY I SEE A
Kristy Thomas/Karen Brewer tag EXCUSE MEEEE
HER LITTLE STEP SISTER??!?!?!?!?? 🚨 HEAR THAT THATS THE SOUND OF THE POLICE 🤡
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that scene in Crime and Punishment when Dunya says to Raskolnikov: "it's not like i killed anybody" and he faints is so under appreciated. like ???? that is peak comedy right there, why does everyone just ignore it
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