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I passed that exam by the skin of my teeth Jesus Christ

30 minutes from now something evil might happen. Or something good. I’ll update

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30 minutes from now something evil might happen. Or something good. I’ll update

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I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

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how do I cope with my wisdom teeth coming in

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So would Spear

makima would clicker train you

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makima would clicker train you

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wait can we make that a game. what does prev taste like ^_^

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My seventh wip of the month 🥲

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Any Chrollo crumbs to share with the class❤️❤️❤️

warning for yandere themes and well. chrollo.

The ocean remains awe-inspiring, no matter how many times you see it.

It's no wonder authors have waxed poetic about it since time immemorial. Viewing the vast expanse of blue is profoundly humbling.

I sustain the world, it boasts. And I will be the one who ends it.

As if confirming your suspicions, a particularly brutal wave crashes against the hull. You stumble to the side and grip the railing to regain your balance. Shaking your head, you glance in Chrollo's direction, hoping he'll notice your displeasure.

Instead, he turns to the next page of his book. Perhaps you're imagining things, but you swear the flip sounded unusually pronounced, as if to say, I know you want something, but look, I'm reading L'Étranger, so I won't come to you; you must come to me.

It seems he's nearing the end of the book.

"Is he yelling at the chaplain yet?" you ask.

"No," Chrollo replies without looking up. "The prosecutor is laying out his argument."

Absentmindedly, you hum, pivoting on your heel so that your back is to the ocean. The long fabric of your dress billows in the breeze. A cluster of seagulls passes by, their calls almost imperceptible over the crashing of waves. What should've left a serene, mellowing impression on your soul instead arouses agitation.

"You came back late."

"I did," he agrees.

"In a different outfit," you add. Finally, his eyes meet yours. He must sense your decision to abandon pretense; it's one of the few ways he'll take you somewhat seriously. Or so you'd like to think. "Is this your roundabout way of punishing me?"

His pleasant smile starkly contrasts the scowl carved into your face.

"And what am I punishing you for?"

You roll your eyes. "My comment about how artificial you are. Really, I still can't believe that's what got to you... or maybe I can. You know you're proving my point, right?"

"I do."

"Then why...?" you trail off.

At his own, leisurely pace, he sets his book down, uncrosses his legs, leans forward, and rests his elbows on his knees. By that far-off quality in his eyes, you can tell he's in deep thought. The silence has you fiddling with your hands out of necessity.

"Base curiosity," is the answer he eventually arrives at. "You're afraid of me. You're aware that what I do is, by your standards, so awful, that, for your well-being, I conceal most of it. So, I was curious. If I stopped maintaining the illusion, what would that do to you?"

The terrible thundering of your heart gives away the answer both of you already know.

Chrollo's smile takes on a mischievous, boyish quality, as if what he's hinting at is light teasing and nothing more. He pats the empty spot by his left side. Stiffly, like a cadaver temporarily brought back to life, you walk over, acquiescing to his silent demand. You consider the minimal space between you for what it is — an allowance, granted and revocable at his discretion.

"If I can't improve your image of me, I can always make it worse," he says, interlacing your fingers with care. You wonder how long it took for him to wash the blood from his hands last night. "Hypothetically, that is. Should you prefer something kinder, something gentler... all you have to do is ask sweetly."

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I've seen people thirst over Anton over the years, you're not alone 😔✊

He’s just so dreamy.

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hand guiding is actually the hottest thing in the world

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My favorite part of reading books is when the pages yellow and the cover warps with time. You are mine and I have shaped you and I love you. Now hurry up and get to the part where they bang.

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my professors singled me out as someone who would be at a high risk for hemorrhage if I gave birth😭

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bananaba forn 🙂

ring ring ring ring ring ring

banana phone

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ring ring ring ring ring ring

banana phone

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so funny when 20yo women belittle women in their late 20s, girl that is gonna be you in a time span that’s gonna feel like 3 seconds

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This being the summary of everything I’ve ever written