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Eminent Elphaba Thropp and her beloved wife, Lady Glinda Upland.

Often referred as "The mothers", Eminent Thropp and Lady Upland were loved by all the people of Oz due to their firm but benevolent governance that advocated the equal treatment for all the people and Animals.

A portrait to mark their well deserved retirement.

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Hot MILFs in [USER_CITY] want to [READ VERGIL] and [DISCUSS THE AENEID THROUGH THE LENS OF TRAUMA THEORY]

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some of you have never had an unpopular female character as a hyperfixation and been forced to scroll through pages upon pages of bad hot takes about how terrible her character is while trying to peruse her tag for actual fanworks and it shows

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DAY ONE: JAN 27 | agape - ἀγάπη The highest form of unconditional, sacrificial love. Satine’s relationship to Mandalore and her people. What it means to be Mand’alor and her duty to the system.

DAY TWO: JAN 28 | storge - στοργή Familial love. Satine’s relationship to her family. How she views her family, her sister, her nephew, and the entirety of House Kryze.

DAY THREE: JAN 29 | eros - ἔρως Physical love or sexual desire; involving passion, lust, or romance. Satine’s relationship to romance and sexual desire. Her lovers and partners over the years, both sensual and carnal.

DAY FOUR: JAN 30 | philia - φιλία Close bonds created through friendship. Satine’s relationship to friendship. People she has met on her travels that keep in touch, mentors, guides, and close friends she cares for deeply.

DAY FIVE: JAN 31 | philautia - φιλαυτία Self love and personal happiness. Satine’s relationship to herself. How she sees herself, her past, her future- what she wants and what drives her.

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jessica shirley

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The Storm

Rating: T Warnings: No archive warnings apply Characters/pairings: Hera Syndulla/Ahsoka Tano Summary: Hera and Ahsoka track down an Imperial probe droid, and get caught in a snow storm. Read on AO3!

Preview: Hera barely heard her. Her whole world was narrowed down to Ahsoka's face, her own heartbeat ridiculously loud in her ears. All she could process were Ahsoka’s warm breath, her lips, what they would feel like, how easy it would be to just– Stop it. Snap out of it. She’s your friend.

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i love you old woman ex-yuri yuri

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No Wizard That There is or was.

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follow my art on Instagram

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darvey in every episode: 3.10

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our spiritually elevated rejection of canon vs their intellectually dishonest refusal to engage with the text

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a blanket of snow on fairy lights

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have you ever considered: women

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agatha having a semblance of a peaceful moment with herself and then turning to the love of her life who broke her heart and swooning only to ick herself out at her own feelings is actually so real

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recreant for agatha x jen please? 👉👈

ohhhh thank you I wuv them. I wuv them so much.

recreant - disloyal, unfaithful to duty

13 missed calls, Jen’s phone dolefully informs her as she blearily holds the too-bright screen up to her face. 28 texts. 5 Instagram DMs. 3 attempts to FaceTime. 

“Fuck me,” Jen mutters, cradling her forehead. The headache is just starting to rumble in the distance – thunder threatening a storm. 

“Again?” Agatha mumbles, her arm whacking Jen in the face as she groggily flips from stomach to back. (She’s hogging the entire fucking bed, splayed like a starfish; her explosion of hair is somehow ticklishly touching Jen’s nose and back simultaneously. When the hell did she steal both of Jen’s pillows?) “You’ve got me working ‘round the clock, Jenny. You’re violating OSHA laws. My union rep’s gonna hear about this.” 

“Shut,” Jen says, shoving Agatha’s arm harder than she needs to. She doesn’t have the energy to muster the up. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she thumbs through the messages: 

Jen it’s happening

It’s happening

I know it’s three weeks early but

Hi I just tried to call you 

Jen we’re going to

Sorry hit send too early. Hospital we’re going to

I know this isn’t what we planned but I really need you Jen 

My sister can pick you up can you call me when you get this

Jen? 

“Oh, fuck me.” Without a pillow, Jen buries her face in her arms; the headache cracks open, radiant pain pouring in. Her sweet client, a chronically nervous first-time mom – the girl had bitten her nails nearly down to the bone during their first consultation. I’ve got you, Jen had told her, and the client had looked at her like she was worth something. I’ll help you through this. I promise. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve got another booty call already,” Agatha says, snatching Jen’s phone. She fends off Jen’s attempts to grab it back, scrolling through the messages. “Wow. This bitch really needs to work on her dirty talk.” 

“Can you stop,” Jen snaps, flinging herself across Agatha’s stomach. She knocks the phone out of Agatha’s hand; it clatters to the floor. “This is a nice person, a decent, kind person who was depending on me, and you had to get me blackout drunk – ”

“Yeah, sorry, I shouldn’t have force-fed you all those vodka crans,” Agatha says, running her hands up Jen’s back. “Super fucked up of me to make you ask the bartender to give you a stronger drink because you ‘didn’t pay for a cup of ice.’ My bad.” 

Agatha’s hands reach the nape of her neck; traverse back down her spine; grip her hips, urging her down against Agatha’s thigh. Jen hates how easily she starts to fall into the guided rhythm. Like her childhood ballet teacher had once glowingly told her mother: Jen’s an excellent follower. However I move, she moves. 

“Whatever,” Jen says, crawling back to the pillowless side of the bed. She faces away from Agatha, hugging her knees. “The drinks are all gone now. You can leave.” 

There’s an unusually-long stretch of silence. “The baby came early,” Agatha says. 

“Three weeks.”

“So you weren’t on duty yet.” 

“I’m always on – ”

“Bullshit. No you’re not.” The mattress creaks; Agatha must have sat up. “It was a Saturday night, Jen. It’s not a crime to put your phone on silent and get eaten out by that cunt you hate.” 

Jen doesn’t want to laugh, but not wanting to laugh always makes Agatha’s bullshit funnier. “Should be.” 

“Shit, alright. Arrest me, officer. I know you’ve got handcuffs around here somewhere.” 

Agatha’s arms encircle Jen’s waist, steering her head back onto a pillow. It’s nice. Jen doesn’t deserve nice. Neither of them do. 

“I don’t want to justify my way out of caring about other people,” Jen says, shrugging off Agatha’s touch. “Foreign concept for you, I’m sure.” 

“Whatever you say, Officer Jen,” Agatha says, but voice has lost its playful spark. When Agatha finally grabs her shit and leaves, Jen returns her head to the pillowless spot on the mattress, curling away from the indent left in Agatha’s shape.