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roxxelll · 3 years

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Winx Club live-action as a Netflix Original Series how it should be

“Close your eyes, and open your heart. Believe in yourself, that’s how it starts.”

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victoreli · 3 years

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maurice//crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo// god's own country// iviva olenick// dickinson// this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone// kill your darlings// all for the game extras by nora sakavic//

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selwynkane · 4 years

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a series of unfortunate events (1/2):

“They didn't understand it, but like so many unfortunate events in life, just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so.”

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daystens-archive · 4 years

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[ little soldiers, the crane wives // the raven boys, maggie stiefvater ]

#noah czerny #trc #trcedit #the raven cycle #tuserlayla #userzoey #tuserfatima #tuserjoss #tania.jpg #what even is corona virus #i only know the cranewives virus 😐#bones tw #skull tw #crane wives #music

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parisakamali · 3 years

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FAVOURITE CARTOON GIRLS:

#4 kim possible — are you going to live in fear because of some rules that only exist in your head?

#kim possible #kimpossibleedit #cartoonedit #cartoons #usereris #userjamie #userroxy #userchlo #usergrey #useranniek #tuserjoss #*#*edits #*cgedits #i think she's pretty neat 💆🏻‍♀️

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girloikawa · 3 years

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— loveless, @chronicintrovert

#gahh gotta love this book #i already posted this on instagram but i am a tumblr heathen so [throws @ tumblr] take it #loveless #alice oseman #osemanverse #georgia warr #edit #graphic #yes that is a Harry Potter coffee shop fanfic on her shirt what about it #tuserjoss #:)

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bossuets · 3 years

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@rosy-cheeked-girl asked: the goldfinch or the secret history? Time destroyed us all soon enough. But to destroy, or lose, a deathless thing — to break bonds stronger than the temporal — was a metaphysical uncoupling all its own, a startling new flavor of despair.

#the goldfinch #donna tartt #goldfinchedit #lit #litedit #booksociety #storyseekers #tusereloise #**#mine.graphic #mmc**#tuserjoss #userk #if you can't read it don't worry! neither can i <3 #the way eloise asked this knowing what the answer would be... if you wanted a goldfinch edit all you had to do was ask!#anyway trying out a new style so if it's ugly keep it to yourself thx<3

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jeremy-knox · 4 years

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@projectliterature event 04: free — teren santoro

I stare at him, trying to comprehend what he’s done. He saved Magiano from falling overboard. He saved me. He is taking this mission seriously, however much he loathes us. “Maybe next time,” he says to me with that smile, “you won’t be so lucky.”

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blacksdale · 3 years

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mesmerized

a crappy zoyalai fic for @wafflesandkruge

sh: zoyalai college au want one?

“Nazyalensky!” A certain someone’s voice called from behind.

She turned around to see him walking quickly towards her. She closed her eyes, forcing her head to clear despite the reluctance of her thoughts.

“Can I join you?” He asked quietly when he caught up to her.

“I suppose,” Zoya told him, “because it’s too late to make you turn back now.” She turned back around, continuing her walk back to her apartment. “Though I don’t understand what you could want from me.”

She rolled her eyes, bringing her focus back to her route, trying her best to ignore his presence beside her. Zoya had not seen him since the night before at the dance when it all happened. The candlelight, the dance floor, their argument all came flooding back. Everything that she didn’t want to remember. Nikolai looked as if he hadn’t slept, as if a look of worry had made itself home in him. Yet, even then, he was still a sight to behold: cheeks flushed, snowflakes falling in his hair, hazel eyes glittering despite the weather, brown leather coat wrapped tight around him. The sight tugged at her chest a lot more than she would have liked. Everything about him seemed to brighten their surroundings, despite the overcast sky and the snow on the ground and the chill in the air as they walked past buildings equally as grey. He looked like a painting of someone’s long lost love.

“Nothing you wish to say to me, my general?” He asked jokingly from beside her. “How handsome I look or how much you missed me?

“No,” she told him, keeping her voice flat, “nothing at all.”

They both fell in the same step as they walked in silence, the unison a constant reminder that there would always be something between them, no matter how hard Zoya wished there wasn’t. She kept her gaze focused in front of her, trying to ignore the tension in her shoulders, the warmth coming from Nikolai beside her, the traitorous thoughts in her minds that told her they were possible. He kept trying to make conversation as they walked, about anything from the weather to new library books to whatever cafe had just opened that served the best pastries. She ignored him, however. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that everything was okay, that she was not angry. Their argument that night came flooding back despite the protests of her common sense.

“I don’t understand why you’re so frustrated I have other friends.”

“It’s not that you have other friends, it’s that Kirigin is a dick.”

“You and Kirigin make stupid jokes together every single time you see him.”

“I still don’t like you talking to him.”

“Well, it’s not as if you would rather talk to me. What with your phone blowing up with your 15 girls on speed dial.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You’re insufferable.”

Something snapped Zoya out of her trance as Nikolai’s steps suddenly stopped at the stairs to her room. Maybe she wouldn’t have to talk to him after all. But a hand grasped her wrist before she could enter the street, and she turned around, meeting his eyes despite her goal to avoid that both now and forever. Despite the dark, he still looked ethereal in the faint glow of the moonlight shining through the windows. Saints, she wished something–anything–could make this easier, but apparently, the world was against her.

“Zoya,” he said with urgency, holding her gaze. “Please.” His eyes were wide now, a look of sorrow taking over that she wished would go away. She felt something crack in her chest when she looked at him, which she tried her best to bury despite the tears rising to her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She ripped her hand from his grasp, trying to bring her emotions back into check. She crossed her arms, glaring at him from below. Her walls were not about to fall now. “Oh, what do you even have to be sorry for?” She was not dealing with this today. Or ever. Maybe one day, when they were both married and had other lives without each other, but not now, with so much still on the table. “For being an idiot? Because you’ve never apologized for that before–”

“For assuming,” Nikolai stepped closer to her so that they were barely a few inches apart. Zoya could feel her heart begin to beat fast, her cheeks begin to flush. He cleared his throat before looking at her again. “That you knew.” He said quietly.

She crossed her arms again, bumping into him slightly, the touch causing her emotions to go off balance. She blinked trying to clear her thoughts. Lifting her head to look up at him, she met his eyes again, challenging him, though she didn’t know for what. “Knew what?” she retorted.

His look of frustration suddenly changed to one of hurt, and Zoya immediately felt her heart crack in half. She had just wanted to keep what they had, after all. He looked at her, hazel eyes apologetic. “That I wanted you. And I wish you wanted me too.” He studied her then, waiting for a reaction.

What could she say to that?

She could feel her heart beginning to beat faster. She could feel the tears pushing to flow, though she didn’t know why. She could feel Nikolai’s gaze on her as her eyes calculated her surroundings, a nervous habit that only he had figured out. Saints, not now. Anytime but now. Nikolai lifted a hand to her face, pushing a strand of black hair behind her ear. She froze at the gentle touch of his fingers on her cheek, though she didn’t know whether the chill down her spine came from that or the cold. Everything had narrowed then, to the point where all she could see was Nikolai, and all she could hear was the pounding of her heart in her chest.

“You wish I wanted you?” was all she could manage.

He smiled again, bringing an arm to wrap around her waist, bringing her closer so her face rested only an inch from his. His eyes were closed, lashes fanned across his cheeks as he held her in his arms.

Zoya closed the gap between them, pressing her lips to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her as he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. She felt relief flood through her as he kissed her deeper, his fingers beginning to run through her hair, causing her thoughts to dissolve until he was the only thing she knew. She broke away quickly, only to open her apartment door, and then his lips fell soft over hers again. He picked her up this time, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He set her down on the couch, keeping her close as she lost herself running her fingers through his golden curls, the way he still held her like she was the most cherished thing in his world.

They pulled away for just a moment to breathe, though Zoya could tell that her head was still swimming. Nikolai gazed at her again, reaching a hand to cup her cheek as she rested her forehead against his, and though she wouldn’t tell him now, everything about him still caused her to see stars.

Saints, he was going to be the death of her.

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toomanykings-moved · 3 years

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reminder that i track #tuserjoss 💗

and for comfort reasons i DNI with nsfw, tsc, cassandra clare, acotar/sjm and harry potter (i don’t mind seeing it but i won’t reblog!)

#tag me in anything else 😸👍#no palewashed or light washed edits obvs ✋🏼 or sexualising minors #joss.txt

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roxxelll · 3 years

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W.I.T.C.H live-action as a Netflix Original Series

“Will, this is the heart of Kandrakar, and you will be keeping it now. You, Irma, will have power over water, unbroken and uncontainable. To you, generous Taranee, the difficult gift of fire. To you, firm Cornelia, the power of earth. And you, my little Hay Lin, will be free and light as air.”

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