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maybe the club is the best place to find a lover...

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Every pack meeting, asher and Tank have a competition on who can flip david off the most times without him noticing

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David whose eyes were full of fight, motivated by the need for survival and the burden of leadership placed on his shoulders.

David whose eyes were full of fear when his best friend was hurt, bleeding out in his arms.

David whose eyes were full of love for his mate, his other half.

David whose eyes soften at the sight of Angel, body instinctively moving towards them as he pulls them into an embrace.

David whose eyes were full of happiness and relief as he spun Angel around after they accepted his proposal.

David whose eyes melted into pure adoration and devotion as he watched them walk down the aisle, his core thrumming the closer they came.

David whose eyes never leave Angel’s, savouring every moment he has by their side.

David whose eyes close one last time, with a soft smile on his face, reminiscing all his memories with his mate and his family.

David whose eyes saw his Angel when they opened again.

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saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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:C

I’m so fucking sick of AI

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clannk

(uwu a great find)

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….gl-n-h-hd.

thats literally it..

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Im sorry but wverytime I think about Alexis I can't help but laugh.

Because imagine. This man you want, not ONLY gets the magical equivalent of a restraining order against you, HATES your guts, dates a WEREWOLF. But THEN comes up to you to basically tell you to fuck off, at a PARTY.

Girl kept taking L's and just...damn.

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love everything about this

porter and treasure who’ll get into a fight and treasure who’ll hang strings of garlic around the house before porter shows up at their door as soon as the sun sets

porter who’ll stand in the doorway staring at the garlic hanging in front of him, knowing full well that treasure is in fact aware that vampires aren’t actually allergic to the stuff

porter who’ll play along anyway, catching the hint of a smile that tugs at treasure’s lips as he sniffs at the air dramatically before stumbling back with his hand over his heart

“treasure, how could you? this… this betrayal…”

treasure who’ll make a show of inviting him in after dragging an exaggerating and grovelling apology from him, porter struggling to hide his amused smirk from the doormat

porter and treasure who’ll reconcile between kisses as they take the garlic down together, the grievance of the day previous already forgotten as they fall into each other’s embrace

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Please call this recession the Trump Slump.

We need to put Trump's name on this.

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You look just like your father: David Shaw

"You look just like Gabe did, back in the day."

David had already sold off his old home, had already moved in with Asher while he scrambled to get himself together. He was Alpha now, and he couldn't afford to grieve. Not outwardly, not in any way that showed any weakness.

Even now, as they were sitting at the kitchen table together, he couldn't just think of Asher's dad as "Uncle Frank" anymore, as much as he wanted to. He was the pack's former beta, and he was here to talk business.

"You've got some leeway, considering the circumstances. It's kind of you to let me stay in my retirement." He smiles at David, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "But the sooner you make your choice, the sooner the pack can start getting back on track."

"I know." David forces himself to make eye contact. "How did dad make that decision?"

"It was different back then," Frank says sadly. "He was just getting the pack going, and it was just us and our wives at the time. You, you're spoiled for choice, so it'll be both easier and harder. Can I give you some advice?"

"Please." If David's voice wavers, Frank is polite enough to not notice.

"Pick someone that balances you. You've grown up with most of them, so use all that information to make your choice. Look at your own strengths and weaknesses with a clear head and think about who in the pack you can trust to be what you aren't. "

"Yeah... that's what dad used to say. That an alpha and a beta should be equal opposites, that my beta should be everything I'm not."

"He was right on the money. Good, you're already farther ahead than I thought." Then Frank tilts his head, a strange expression on his face.

"What?"

"No, it's just...You look just like Gabe did, back in the day."

David looks down at that. He'd been hearing that ever since the funeral. Nearly everyone in the pack's first generation had told him he was the spitting image of his father. He wished he could believe it, but every time he looked in the mirror, all he saw was someone already failing to live up to his father's legacy.

"Him and me would be sitting at his kitchen table, going over business. Whenever he was talking about who he wanted to add to the pack, going over the pros and cons, he'd make that exact same expression."

Something about that twists in David's gut. He's still looking down, hoping his vision clears. Distantly, he feels Uncle Frank's hand on his shoulder.

"You two were different in a lot of ways, David. But for things like this, things you both care about, you're just like him."

For the first time since the funeral, David appreciates the comparison. If his dad's beta thought he could do more than just look like his father, if Frank saw any part of who Gabe was within David, then maybe there was a chance for him after all.

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one must simply imagine darlin' gaining weight and looking healthier as they spend more days with sam and the pack

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Dear has chronic pain, and most days it renders them unable to walk, leading them to have to use a wheelchair.

Except it isn't actually a wheelchair.

To the uninformed eye, Dear looks like just another average, perfectly normal wheelchair user, but the mist of illusion slips away when those of the magical world lay their sights on them.

For in truth, Dear much prefers weaving together magical clouds from the aqua in the air, tufting together and aerating the droplets of water abound them till they form a fluffed, cloudy perch for them to sit on. It's an infamously difficult form of magic, especially for water elementals, yet Dear can string and entwine and transcend water to clouds so naturally, as if it were more of an ensorceling dance than an exercise in magic.

So instead, they sit upon the softest, most ethereal tufts of stolen sky, and use their powers to keep their hazy cotton seat in control.

And so now they can do things like float up impossibly high to collect books from the skyscraper shelves in the DAMN library, and then droop down upon their cloudy nest to drop the tomes into the arms of their sheepish boyfriend, while they entrap his flustered lips with a kiss.

And he thinks the morsel of heaven they sit upon only serves to make them look more like the ethereal deity they are.

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thanku vinny the pooh

no dark blue option this quiz was untakable

@luvranton @thatpadfooted-boy @azzyangelfish @thesolaireslawyer @wib-was-here

haaii i saw this quiz n i immediately thought abt u ! https://uquiz.com/quiz/fOjkwO?p=5742788

Ahh this was fun! Thank you for sharing!

Which Little Jellycat are you?

I got this and it is accurate...

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milo greer

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QHAT

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