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mon-ster-chen · 2 months

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💫 oh yes, I needed that today ❤️😘

Source & thx to stephanie1020/X

#rhys darby #darling honey light of my life #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #the gentleman pirate #ofmdedit #rhysdarbyinizedarby #rhys my beloved #rhys my hero #cameo #save our flag means death #saveofmd

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whatreallyhappenedinbudapest · 6 months

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friendly reminder:

if it wasn't for rhysand and his dark magic helping to slow her down, aelin would have hurtled right past erilea.

rhysand saved aelin.

#rhysand #rhysand acotar #aelin ashryver galathynius #throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #sarah j maas #kingdom of ash #my heart stopped for a second #rhys my hero

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benkeibear · 8 months

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✦ʚ𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧-𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲ɞ✦

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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⋆꙳✧༄ Week 1

❖ Gagging | Nanami | Jujutsu Kaisen

❖ Knotting | Vash | Trigun Stampede *

❖ Tentacles | Mahito | Jujutsu Kaisen

❖ Squirting | Rengoku | Demon Slayer

❖ Praising | Rindou | Tokyo Revengers *

❖ Public Sex | Zoro | One Piece

❖ Breeding | Kenpachi | Bleach

⋆꙳✧༄ Week 2

❖ Voyeurism | Kokonoi | Tokyo Revengers

❖ Body Worship | Kakucho | Tokyo Revengers

❖ Pegging | Yuuji/Sukuna | Jujutsu Kaisen *

❖ Blood Play | Toga | My Hero Academia

❖ Marking | Hanma | Tokyo Revengers

❖ Electrostimulation | Denki | My Hero Academia

❖ Threesome | Geto/Gojo | Jujutsu Kaisen

⋆꙳✧༄ Week 3

❖ Mutual Masturbation | Shikamaru | Naruto

❖ Thigh Fucking | Isagi | Blue Lock *

❖ Humiliation | Toji | Jujutsu Kaisen

❖ Roleplay | Hawks | My Hero Academia *

❖ Size Kink | Gyomei | Demon Slayer

❖ Edging | Sanji | One piece *

❖ Impact Play | Barou | Blue Lock

⋆꙳✧༄ Week 4

❖ Daddy Kink | Draken | Tokyo Revengers

❖ Degradation | Ran | Tokyo Revengers

❖ Virginity Loss | Obanai | Demon Slayer *

❖ Toys | Izana | Tokyo Revengers

❖ Cunnilingus | Deidara | Naruto

❖ Facesitting | Yuzuha | Tokyo Revengers

❖ Cockwarming | Taiju | Tokyo Revengers

⋆꙳✧༄ Week 5

❖ Somnophilia | Nagi | Blue Lock

❖ Bondage | Kazutora | Tokyo Revengers *

❖ Choking | Mikey | Tokyo Revengers

* all fics marked with the little star are dom!reader

Special thanks go out to @crybabylisa @liquorishblack @littleoanh @nanamis-wifey-reye and @virtue-and-beneviolence for helping me with all this, supporting me and keeping me sane/motivated 🫶

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k8felge · 8 months

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i remembered my love for blands again </3

#handsome jack #rhys strongfork #rhys tftbl #rhys the company man #bl2 #borderlands 2 #borderlands #tales from the borderlands #tftbl #art #short change hero came on in the queue and i started drawing zer0... which then devolved into this #me: should i add blood?? my bf: ALWAYS add blood #u can tag this as rhack idgaf #i like their dynamic in tftbl so thats why i always draw them bc it gives me an excuse 2 draw the other whoops #trying to figure out how to draw rhys' hair again... never again Never Again.

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lucy-moderatz · 5 months

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#tv: our flag means death #ofmdedit #our flag means death #ed x stede #edward teach #stede bonnet #i live here now #especially after rhys's interview where he talks about this scene #stede as the romantic hero and ed as his princess #oh my god #he adores you #things i made

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hang-on-lil-tomato · 6 months

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OFMD spoilers and terrible pun alert

Omg, I just figured this out….it’s such a horrible PUN! the mermaid sequence is Blackbeard’s….ready for this?

Wet Dream!

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monkiinart · 10 months

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how i imagined rhys n evangeline to look whilst reading asunder

#dragon age inquisition #rhys #evangeline #cole #dragon age asunder #your honor these two are so sexy #rhys being introduced as a greying bearded man nearing his forties... they had me w that one #anyway please read asunder #i know they have heroes of DA canon art but it wasnt vibing w the image in my mind

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meowthiroth · 2 years

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i know i shouldn’t get too attached, but the way martin worries about you when you’re out adventuring is SO dang cute

anyways here take a spongebob meme wjdfkdsljlkgj

#tes #tes oblivion #elder scrolls oblivion #martin septim #hero of kvatch #i tried to remake rhys (my skyrim dragonborn) for oblivion and i like both designs so he gets to be both. as a treat #my art

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thumbsupstede · 7 months

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#i had to #ofmd #our flag means death #mine #stede bonnet #rhys darby #taylor swift #anti hero #i made this on snapchat cuz my editing skills are 0 #and the pic of stede was takem on my phone of the tv #so quality is stil but it makes me giggle.

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eydika · 1 year

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wanted to draw more kisses but ran out of steam, so here are ✨ the smooches ✨

living breathing walking disaster rhys and @friendlyfirestarter‘s raff

aniel, hero of tython, and @sjokoladekjeksen‘s talharian, emperor’s wrath (because the hero of tython and emperor’s wrath simply HAVE to kiss)

@ghilenan‘s aslan and calida (who, when blushing, is about as pink as aslan)

dawn and ........ @witchy-cutie‘s dawn, dawn² if you will

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thefangirlofhp · 2 years

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25. invention

“I’ll have to find a place,” Azriel’s voice echoes in the empty hallway, bleeding into open cells and rebounding off stone walls. His boots cause some larger-than-actual crunching echoes as he makes his way over debris and stone, pebbles screeching beneath his heels. Some steps behind him, Elain’s toed-footsteps lightly echo behind him as she picks her way after him. He glances at his shoulder back at her. “Within the week,” he promises.

Elain looks around her as she follows.

Azriel strays into an empty cell, once holding a nightmare plaguing too many souls and causing too many travesties. He’s probably put it away himself. Now, who knows where it is, or what it has become.

He can find out, he realizes. Shadows help, sure, but now…

He glances at Elain when she follows him inside, her clever soft eyes flickering over nooks and crannies, and the darkness of corners.

She breathes in, her fingers lacing together loosely before her.

“How are you holding up?” He gently asks, the question still and heavy, and sinking into the stone around them.

“All-right,” she murmurs, trailing a slow-stepped path towards the stone bench in the wall. “You won’t need a place, you know.”

He crosses his arms behind his back. “Can’t keep using Hewn City anymore, can I?”

Certainly not, being a foreign court as it is now. To them. Elain’s eyes fall to the ground, her mouth parted slightly.

“And we can’t have my work where we live, can we?” He shrugs, studying the way she holds herself. It’s been only a day and half a day, and he’s practically seeing the exhaustion weigh down her shoulders, appreciates that she’s even letting him see it.

“You won’t need it,” she finally says, looking up and turning to hold his gaze. “Torture. You wont need cells or jails. That’s in the past.”

He remains silent for a while. Slowly blinks. “Elain, you know I can’t,” he quietly points out, not without muted sadness. “You knew that before. I told you my work has inescapable aspects you’re best to turn a blind eye to.”

She calmly stares back. “I’m not Rhys.”

Azriel’s face falls. “Yes, I know. And I’m thankful. But you knew what I am and what I do long before you agreed to have me.”

“We won’t need torture in our court because we won’t need to physically extract information from adversaries.”

“Elain, I’m the spymaster,” he quietly says.

“And High Lord.”

High Lady and High Lord. “And you know, inevitably there is always a need for it.”

Elain steps closer to him. “I’m not Rhys, Azriel, because I’m not going to have the chance to spare you from resorting to it and not take it.”

His body stills while his mind races.

“What?” He softly breathes.

Her eyes flicker between his, a surety as steady and firm and unyielding as the rock which she’s become High Lady of. Unyielding as The Prison she’d ripped the curses and spells of the ages off of. Cursebreaker, her sister is known to be. Lady of Death, the morbidity follows Nesta like smoke from a fire. But Elain. Elain is the bitter cold that strips dead leaves off branches, the autumn breeze revealing colors hidden in trees, the change that brings about spring, and the woman who cups her hands around things and brings out their truer, gentler, honest form.

Standing before her is a testimony of it. Married to her. Around her stands the firm structures of a court once grand, ruined and transformed into a prison of its own people, but now. Now. Ripped clean and bare to allow the change back in. Like taking down rotten wallpaper and treating infested wood, removing curtains and floorboards. The rot spreads, but the roots are hidden deep and safe, yet not far from the gardener’s reach.

“You won’t need torture, because we’ll do things together,” she takes his hand, and something in his chest leaps. That thing, like an excited firefly, having appeared with the union of their powers, flutters in his chest. Perhaps not a mating bond, but it’s an honest bridge between two opposites who’d managed to bring about a connection between day and night, pause time in that transitionary period where the sun sinks and the moon rises, where twilight is an evermore dusk of colours and the sun and moon meet for a period in the sky.

“My sweet secret,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to hers. “Sometimes it is inevitable.”

Her brows furrow together and she leans into him. “Not with us,” she whispers the dangerous poison of hope in his ears. “Your shadows and my sight can make something all-revealing. I’ve Seen it. You’ll never have to spill blood; what your shadows cannot reach, I can predict. I: the things that will be, you: the things that are, and together: the things that were. We can listen to the stone and earth, the sunlight and darkness, what can the living mouth tell what they cannot report?”

His breath has ceased. He feels like she’s stripped his self clean of armor and thorns. Azriel’s jaw trembles before he clenches it and steps back, sliding his hand out of her own, and putting enough distance between them by strolling to the cold wall.

It’s ironic, a thing must be noted, to find himself standing in a cell, on the cusp of a personal transformation, to be free yet a prisoner of his own lifestyle, and now offered a never-before-dreamt-of shot at freedom.

He squints at the stone, if only to suppress the haziness in his eyes, clenching his jaw and pursing his mouth.

To be spymaster—High Lord—without the redness of his hands. To be good, with the chance to repent. To live in the aftermath, bask in the golden light of a new era without his burdens.

I can be good, he thinks, somewhat devastated with the possibility.

He straightens, clearing his throat lightly while holding his hands behind his back. He looks up at the ceiling, thinks: I’m no longer in the cell I chose the same way he thought: I’m no longer in a cell when they dropped him off at Windhaven as a child, eons ago.

Azriel steps quietly around the cell, his eyes lowered to his boots, feeling Elain’s gaze on him. Until he looks up, meets her eyes that brings about a breathlessness in him related to too many reasons.

“No one’s ever loved me to the point of invention,” he confesses hoarsely, trying on a smile that is fleeting and shaky on his lips, his eyes watery and the little false chuckle that leaves him failing in hiding how unfathomably shaken he is by her offer.

Elain’s own eyes water, a shaky laugh leaving her.

He bites on the insides of his cheeks. “You really mean it,” he realizes.

She nods.

He chuckles, discreetly wiping his eyes with a dusty cuff. “Goodness, you really make saints out of monsters.”

Her brow’s furrowed as she holds back what is in her the same way he is. “I’ll need help tracking our saints down, we can’t have our citizens alone in the big wild world, can we?”

“No,” he manages, before a shaky laugh escapes him conjoined with an identical one of her own. “What have we done, Elain?”

She grins, her eyes glimmering. “I do believe you loved me to the point of inventing a court that will let us be together.”

His cheeks are damp, round with a grin that is bright and joyful and happy as it has never been before.

“My Lady,” he bows with a flourish and a grin.

“My Lord,” she curtsies with a giggle.

And their unanimous muffled soft laughter echoes in a place meant for eternal misery and despair, now a promise where things like hope and love are the tunes breathed into the air like the sound of a sweet violin melody, and there is no more room for fear. Only the quietness of day bleeding into night, and that calm effervescent feeling in between.

#elriel #azriel #elain archeron #in which I finally entertain the restless Dusk Court bunny in my head #fuck these two will be the end of me #before you @ me this is Just Assuming The Dusk Court Happens #i like to think that az wont have to do the shit that makes him degrade himself #their powers are very predictive #i imagine that DC will be a sort of place in which They Always Know #like its that place in a fantasy quest the hero goes to For Knowledge #elain’s future seeing #azriel’s shadows ratting everyone and their mother out leaving no thought uncovered #and together: the ability to piece together and infer what Was #also anyone else never understood why Rhys needs a spymaster to physically torture people when Rhys-o can just nutcrack anyone’s mind?#i always felt that it was a deliberate thing by sjm to have #like just Why. when Rhys has been shown to be able to examine and read every thought of any mind #so Why have Azriel torture people when Az himself makes use of neverseenbefore shadows #idk man that’s why im going with elain realizing that and putting a stop to it #again This Is An Isolated Fic Idea #yeah anways enjoy :)

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mon-ster-chen · 2 months

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💫🏴‍☠️🫡💕 Shoutout/🙏🏼Samba Schutte /IG

#rhys darby #darling honey light of my life #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #the gentleman pirate #ofmdedit #rhysdarbyinizedarby #save our flag means death #stedebonnet #rhys my hero #rhysiedarby #adopt our captain

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mousebone-s · 2 years

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My interpretations of the six fallen humans.

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benkeibear · 7 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ Red means I love you

❖ Character: Toga

❖ Reader: Female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.1k

❖ Summary: Toga fell hopelessly in love with Twice's girlfriend who isn't afraid to give her everything she wants

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, mentions of Masturbation, tribbing, blood play (biting), squirting

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When your boyfriend Jin died you’d never guessed that one of his villain friends would even think about you for a split second but somehow the blonde girl found her way to you every night, leaving little gifts behind to show you that she cares. It was really sweet how she'd just disappear the moment your tired eyes met hers, always reminding you of a shy cat. On a night where you couldn't sleep you pondered who she could be, eyes lighting up when you remembered how Jin always told you about this one girl he's friends with, Himiko Toga. You smiled to yourself when the memories of countless talks with him came back, managing to piece together little details about her and the most important one of all, her obsession with blood.

Without thinking about it you went to the bathroom to fill a small vial with your blood before placing it on the windowsill where she would always leave her presents. Waking up to little squeals of happiness you smiled softly and looked over to her, seeing how your small sign of appreciation seemingly made her entire day and you were right. Getting your blood like this was one of her highlights of this entire month, always having wondered what your skin might feel like or how sweet you smell. Her brain spiraled down this rabbit hole of obsession, wanting to be you or to be with you - she wasn't entirely sure but every time Twice told her about you, she was dying on the inside to meet you, meet this gentle soul with so much love to give and making her wonder if you could love someone like her?

The feeling of being watched woke you up, jolting ever so slightly when amber eyes were right in front of yours, a huge grin forming on her face when you opened your eyes. “You look so peaceful when you sleep” she hummed and laid her head down on your chest as if she's done it a thousand times before, knowing your body like the back of her hand and maybe she did. Maybe she did know your body after exploring it herself with the help of her quirk, falling hopelessly in love with the thought of you. All this time you were just able to watch her already made you feel so close to her, feeling like you already know her from Jin's stories alone so you were fine with it, wrapping one arm around the girl while the other went to play with her hair. The blush on her cheeks only darkened when you reciprocate her affection, feeding her need for you only further and perhaps she could have you the way she wanted to, knowing that you're naïve and far too loving to push her - a close friend of your late boyfriend - away.

The way she nibbled at your neck made you gasp in surprise, the heat rising up to your cheeks but you didn't stop her. After all you felt so alone, needing someone to hold you, to caress you and to touch you in ways you could never satisfy with your own hands. Her sweet giggles felt the room when you leaned your head to the side to give her more access, silently consenting to her advances. “You're so sweet. So much cuter up close” she mused happily and nibbled on your collarbone before taking her knife out and letting it glide along your skin. There was no fear behind your eyes, knowing that if she wanted to hurt you, she would have done so months ago and that trust you had in her made her obsession grow even more. When her eyes met yours and all you could do was nod, she grinned wide, using her knife to cut your pajamas from your skin without ever once cutting your skin. Your body looked ethereal beneath her, your nipples pebbled up by the cold night air and the way the tip of the blade nudged against them in curiosity. How could he hide you, someone so perfect from her? Toga wondered why she never got to meet you sooner, feeling like you're an angel sent from above as your back arched into her hand that was cupping one of your boobs as the blade of the knife danced over your throat. “Aren't you scared?” She asked devious, pressing the weapon into your throat without cutting you. “No” was all you said, not daring to move so you won't hurt yourself and you were speaking the truth, the rush of adrenaline filling your eyes and widening your pupils when she stabbed the mattress right next to your head with the biggest smile before diving down to latch her soft lips onto your nipples, sucking on them and giving them an occasional tug with her teeth until she had her fill.

You could feel the wetness of her core against your thigh, her panties damp already and it made you whimper softly. “Do you need me?” She asked amused, needing to hear you confirm it, needing to know that her obsession and want isn't one sided. A simple nod wasn't enough so she pinched your nipples hard “yes! I need you” you admitted flustered, your voice high in pitch from the slight pain. Her smile only grew as her cheeks heated up, beautifully pink from your words as she slid her panties off, leaving the rest on - After all her skirt wouldn't be in the way. Her fingers slipped between your legs, moaning sweetly when she felt your drenched folds, all because of her. Toga rolled your neglected clit between her fingers before placing her cunt right onto yours, whimpering desperately when your clit bumped against hers. Without thinking much she started grinding against your core, sucking and biting your neck and chest so desperately when her hips started to move faster.

Your scream bounced off the walls when her teeth sunk into your neck, drawing blood which made her smile wide, lips and chin drenched with crimson but you didn't mind, pulling her closer by the back of the neck to kiss her sweet lips that were coated in blood until you moaned into her mouth, velvet walls fluttering with neglect as you came. “You sound so adorable when you cum for me, sweetcheeks” she teased and bit you again to taste more of you only to pull back when her fingers swiped over the wound and dragging over your chest. Bold letters decorated your skin, spelling “MINE” with your own blood, your name filling the silent night like a prayer when Toga squirted all over your needy cunt but her hips never stopped, needing more of you for her satisfaction.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet @bitchcraftinc

#my hero academia x reader #my hero academia smut #mha x reader #mha smut #toga x reader #toga smut #himiko toga x reader #himiko toga #mha toga #bnha x reader #bnha smut #—Rhys Kinktober 2023

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mermaidsirennikita · 6 months

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saw the "who's your most underrated Kleypas hero" question getting bandied about (again) today, and I must say, the only answers I'll accept are:

--John McKenna/Again the Magic (I'd argue that AtM is not the DEEP CUT newer Kleypas readers think it is; before I read it, it was definitely upheld as a classic of hers, but people who want the softer boys she writes in the Ravenels... may not like this one; however, McKenna fucks RIDICULOUS lbr)

--Alex, Lord Raiford/Then Came You (yes... he calls her a bitch.... and I'll be real this made me love him more... he carried her over his shoulder outta Craven's and bought her a bear I'm VERY confident in this choice)

--Kev Merripen/Seduce Me at Sunrise (thought he'd kill Win with his massive dick, tied her up and took her to his fuck cottage, is Heathcliff if Heathcliff wasn't horrible basically)

--Leo Hathaway/Married by Morning (fun bout wounded king, "haha" in the streets and "oh shit" in the sheets, notable for making Catherine ask him to touch her pussy in explicit and specific language)

#romance novel blogging #besides rhys winterborne............ ravenel heroes are kinda mid! i'll be honest!#'but what of five feelings tom' his book bored me i'll try it again someday #west ravenel is the greatest disappointment of my life #gabriel and keir struggled under the weight of their father's slutty slutty legacy #devon was fine. but only fine.#don't even talk to me about ethan #mostly bc i don't remember a single defining feature #i just think the ravenels is a perfectly fine series #but to me it is truly dumbed down kleypas #it's kleypas for people who can't handle sebastian kidnapping lillian #or derek craven fucking that sex worker #or derek craven doing a minor stranglehold on a very bad lady #or alex calling lily a bitch (THERE ARE REASONS)#or kev refusing to take responsibility for tittygate bc he was very down on himself and also bc his dick might kill her #or mckenna spending literal years plotting aline's downfall lmao #leo is honestly p normal but he WAS a sad alcoholic!!!#(never mind westcliff being like 'well she seems into when she's blackout and that's good enough for me')#i just think the ravenels was written with the idea of appealing to people who don't go hard w historicals basically #and that doesn't mean you can't like it! i like several! including the one everyone hates!#but even the ones i like.... aside from MW i feel like there's some magic missing #and i think the magic is a lack of inhibition #and don't get me wrong lol she published bad books before the ravenels #books much worse than the ravenels #but like. idk. i just don't know how you can read like the ravenels #then go back and read the wallflowers or DoY or AtM #and not notice... a quality difference

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tybaltsjuliet · 2 years

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VANITY FAIR (2004)

#filmedit #perioddramaedit #vanity fair #vanity fair (2004)#fun fact. this was the exact moment in my life when i fell in love with rhys ifans.#sitting on the floor of my college dorm room in the fall of 2013 having just finished the book for a class on the english novel.#and having taken it WAY too seriously as an english major is wont to do with their niche 19th century new faves.#i owe mira nair EVERYTHING.#;celluloid heroes.#;swan’s graphicks.#;rhys ifans.#;they do things differently there.#;vanity fair.

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