38 long years I've waited and it finally happened:
Lestat and Louis are now canon
😭😭😭😭😭
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in my darkest of nights, you are the light which guides me home - a rewrite.
what if harry potter was not the final horcrux? a dark story of friendship, love, war, and everything between.
a rewrite of a story i wrote in 2014.
a very dark story. please read at your own risk.
chapter 2.
chapter 3.
chapter 4.
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Suuuuuure, Ildon! Keep using Rastaban as an excuse to why you keep stalking Asellus :p You’re worse than Zozma, at least he’s honest about being a creep xD
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such a classic, will always be a fave percy jackson art
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At long last, this is canon
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beginning to suspect there are large segments of the ofmd fandom who have never watched a romcom before in their life
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I humbly request a snippet from your ominously vague emoji poll🔫
from my white whale fic, the lestappen bond au i was meant to do for the kinkmeme (and probably still should)
via the vague emoji poll 😂 which I hadn’t intended to originally post snippets for but what the hell why not
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Charles leans in. Max thinks that this might be it, when the other agent tells him what is really going through that clever mind of his, what secrets he is hiding. The thing he has carried with him like armour, pretended to be bigger than, pretended that he is beyond mortal coil.
Charles’s voice is low, susurrated.
“I wish I didn’t care so much about you.”
“Nobody asked you to.”
Charles smiles into the side of Max’s neck. When he sighs, it’s content, the sound of someone who feels safe and protected. Max is not sure when he was able to put enough of his own interests aside to be that person to someone, because he is not someone who grew up taught to put others first. But in this moment, it feels right, and it feels good.
“We could leave all this.” Max says. “Run. Go somewhere.”
Charles presses his palms into Max’s chest, firm there where his gaze isn’t.
“And be what?” Charles says.
“I don’t know. You could paint. I could… hunt.”
“You would play house with me?”
“For a little while.”
Charles’s gaze goes watery. Max stares back, willing him to feel what he is feeling, see how they could move the chess pieces around so that the two rooks wouldn’t need to be sacrificed. Just once, they could be kings.
“For a little while,” Charles repeats. “I like that idea.”
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- Pablo Salinas
@pscentral event 15: favorite ship
otp: Iceman Kazansky x Maverick Mitchell, Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick
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