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accidental update because I clicked the wrong button and posted the draft lol. The B Plot once again has a deeply sad topic, please mind the trigger warnings, but we're back to banter and political intrigue*, yay

*I'm a foreigner and also not a lawyer but reader, I tried

Post hoc ergo propter hoc - The West Wing AU, now complete!

"I’ll give you something to take to your editor in return.”

Jyn raises a brow at the press secretary. “Exclusive reaction. Before it goes to Congress. I can give you until Friday.”

“Fine.”

“With Draven or the president.”

“No, sorry. I can give you Cassian –“

“That doesn’t work for me.”

Leia groans and leans back in her chair to pierce her with one of her infamous glares. “Jyn, it’s been five months, get over yourself. I’m giving you exclusive access to a senior staff member, and you’re not gonna do it because you broke his heart in college? I thought you were being civil now.”

“I can’t write about him, Leia. People are gonna say I’m biased, and – fuck, I might be. And even if I wasn’t –”

Leia sighs again. “Cassian’s the one handling this, Jyn. If you want to write about it, he’s what I got.”

“…I can’t go easy on him, Leia. I’d have to bring up all the personal shit, because the other hyenas out there are going to tear me to shreds if I don’t.”

“I know,” Leia says bitterly. “But it’s not like the other guys won’t find it. He’ll probably prefer it’d be you.”

Jyn scoffs. “Have you asked him?”

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accidental update because I clicked the wrong button and posted the draft lol. The B Plot once again has a deeply sad topic, please mind the trigger warnings, but we're back to banter and political intrigue*, yay

*I'm a foreigner and also not a lawyer but reader, I tried

Post hoc ergo propter hoc - The West Wing AU, now complete!

"I’ll give you something to take to your editor in return.”

Jyn raises a brow at the press secretary. “Exclusive reaction. Before it goes to Congress. I can give you until Friday.”

“Fine.”

“With Draven or the president.”

“No, sorry. I can give you Cassian –“

“That doesn’t work for me.”

Leia groans and leans back in her chair to pierce her with one of her infamous glares. “Jyn, it’s been five months, get over yourself. I’m giving you exclusive access to a senior staff member, and you’re not gonna do it because you broke his heart in college? I thought you were being civil now.”

“I can’t write about him, Leia. People are gonna say I’m biased, and – fuck, I might be. And even if I wasn’t –”

Leia sighs again. “Cassian’s the one handling this, Jyn. If you want to write about it, he’s what I got.”

“…I can’t go easy on him, Leia. I’d have to bring up all the personal shit, because the other hyenas out there are going to tear me to shreds if I don’t.”

“I know,” Leia says bitterly. “But it’s not like the other guys won’t find it. He’ll probably prefer it’d be you.”

Jyn scoffs. “Have you asked him?”

[read on Ao3]

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"The curse of the Pharaoh" trope is born from modern Egyptology and not part of ancient Egyptian beliefs, but I think the Pharaohs would really dig it.

"Fuck yeah I'm gonna curse whoever disturbs my afterlife! How fucking dare they?!"

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accidental update because I clicked the wrong button and posted the draft lol. The B Plot once again has a deeply sad topic, please mind the trigger warnings, but we're back to banter and political intrigue*, yay

*I'm a foreigner and also not a lawyer but reader, I tried

Post hoc ergo propter hoc - The West Wing AU, now complete!

"I’ll give you something to take to your editor in return.”

Jyn raises a brow at the press secretary. “Exclusive reaction. Before it goes to Congress. I can give you until Friday.”

“Fine.”

“With Draven or the president.”

“No, sorry. I can give you Cassian –“

“That doesn’t work for me.”

Leia groans and leans back in her chair to pierce her with one of her infamous glares. “Jyn, it’s been five months, get over yourself. I’m giving you exclusive access to a senior staff member, and you’re not gonna do it because you broke his heart in college? I thought you were being civil now.”

“I can’t write about him, Leia. People are gonna say I’m biased, and – fuck, I might be. And even if I wasn’t –”

Leia sighs again. “Cassian’s the one handling this, Jyn. If you want to write about it, he’s what I got.”

“…I can’t go easy on him, Leia. I’d have to bring up all the personal shit, because the other hyenas out there are going to tear me to shreds if I don’t.”

“I know,” Leia says bitterly. “But it’s not like the other guys won’t find it. He’ll probably prefer it’d be you.”

Jyn scoffs. “Have you asked him?”

[read on Ao3]

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#that's it #that's the show ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING (2021- ) Season 4 | Episode 6 "Blow-Up"

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Post hoc ergo propter hoc - The West Wing AU, Chapter Two

in which we get away from fun Sorkin-esque banter and into the honestly deeply awful reason for the breakup because this fic decided US politics wasn't fucked up enough I guess??? anyway new chapter 😬😬

“You’re right. I’ll go show my face.”

“You should. You have the suit on and all.”

“… Want me to bring you something from the buffet? I won’t stay long.”

“Yeah, a drink,” she says, joking, but he shrugs.

“Sure. Still vodka?”

“Whatever you’re having,” she says, and can’t believe she’s doing this. Don’t, Jyn. You’re making this weird. There’s no room for any of this between them. Not in these jobs, and certainly not after she broke his heart so thoroughly the president knows about it.

Still, she hears herself call after him, as if she’s actually expecting him to bring her a nightcap to her desk: “But not champagne, I get –“

He turns back, hands buried in the pockets of his dress pants, and finishes in a far too gentle tone: “Headaches. I know.”

He smiles, a dubious, melancholic thing that underlines all the reasons why whatever the fuck they’re doing here in the middle of the night is a terrible idea – and also reminds her how much she would give for Mothma to be right, for any chance to fix this, to go back to sitting shoulder to shoulder on his dorm room floor at three AM, passing a bottle between them and watching old horror movies.

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Weird peeve time. Calling lab grown gemstones “fake” is stupid because it’s the same shit just not formed naturally. An artificially grown diamond is the same shit as a natural diamond it is the exact same material bro it’s all fuckign carbon

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Post hoc ergo propter hoc - The West Wing AU, Chapter Two

in which we get away from fun Sorkin-esque banter and into the honestly deeply awful reason for the breakup because this fic decided US politics wasn't fucked up enough I guess??? anyway new chapter 😬😬

“You’re right. I’ll go show my face.”

“You should. You have the suit on and all.”

“… Want me to bring you something from the buffet? I won’t stay long.”

“Yeah, a drink,” she says, joking, but he shrugs.

“Sure. Still vodka?”

“Whatever you’re having,” she says, and can’t believe she’s doing this. Don’t, Jyn. You’re making this weird. There’s no room for any of this between them. Not in these jobs, and certainly not after she broke his heart so thoroughly the president knows about it.

Still, she hears herself call after him, as if she’s actually expecting him to bring her a nightcap to her desk: “But not champagne, I get –“

He turns back, hands buried in the pockets of his dress pants, and finishes in a far too gentle tone: “Headaches. I know.”

He smiles, a dubious, melancholic thing that underlines all the reasons why whatever the fuck they’re doing here in the middle of the night is a terrible idea – and also reminds her how much she would give for Mothma to be right, for any chance to fix this, to go back to sitting shoulder to shoulder on his dorm room floor at three AM, passing a bottle between them and watching old horror movies.

[read on Ao3]

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Post hoc ergo propter hoc - The West Wing AU, Chapter Two

in which we get away from fun Sorkin-esque banter and into the honestly deeply awful reason for the breakup because this fic decided US politics wasn't fucked up enough I guess??? anyway new chapter 😬😬

“You’re right. I’ll go show my face.”

“You should. You have the suit on and all.”

“… Want me to bring you something from the buffet? I won’t stay long.”

“Yeah, a drink,” she says, joking, but he shrugs.

“Sure. Still vodka?”

“Whatever you’re having,” she says, and can’t believe she’s doing this. Don’t, Jyn. You’re making this weird. There’s no room for any of this between them. Not in these jobs, and certainly not after she broke his heart so thoroughly the president knows about it.

Still, she hears herself call after him, as if she’s actually expecting him to bring her a nightcap to her desk: “But not champagne, I get –“

He turns back, hands buried in the pockets of his dress pants, and finishes in a far too gentle tone: “Headaches. I know.”

He smiles, a dubious, melancholic thing that underlines all the reasons why whatever the fuck they’re doing here in the middle of the night is a terrible idea – and also reminds her how much she would give for Mothma to be right, for any chance to fix this, to go back to sitting shoulder to shoulder on his dorm room floor at three AM, passing a bottle between them and watching old horror movies.

[read on Ao3]

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The Tulip Stairs, the first centrally unsupported stairs in London, England, inspired by a Venetian design, showcase intricate stone treads that interlock seamlessly with the wall, creating an iconic upward perspective. The restored wrought-iron rail, adorned in its original smalt blue hue, adds to the staircase's striking beauty. Though often described as depicting tulips, the floral motifs are likely lilies, paying homage to Henrietta Maria, the queen consort of England and the royal flower of France.

📸: @adamhliva

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Did you do anything about it? Well, what could I have done?

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Love how Vex is like absolutely no one knows about us. We are so stealthy and good at keeping secrets. And Percy who fully knows that Vax caught them after the first time is just like yeah babe no one knows about us.

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current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

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getting you getting you getting yu getting you getting yuo getting you getting u

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I'm not a "I'm probably broken" asexual. I'm a "everyone is sex crazy and I'm the only one real about this" asexual.