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Do I HAAAAAVE to do a full review is it not enough just to post some memes I'm really tireeeeddddd I cried eight timeesssss

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tedros, gazing lovingly at agatha : agatha could kill me and i'd still thank her.

hester : i'd thank her too.

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SOFIA WYLIE as AGATHA OF WOODS BEYOND THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL (2022) dir. Paul Feig  

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Spoilers for sge book 6 and tw blood

Scroll away if you haven’t read one true king!

Keep reading

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AGATHA OF WOODS BEYOND & TEDROS OF CAMELOT THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL (2022) dir. Paul Feig  

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Remember when I used to randomly post here? lol so we’re back again

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SPOILERS FOR SGE BOOK 1 !!!!

angst time yum

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14 Books Perfect for Your Valentine's Read

1. The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas

- slow burn

- perfect for fans of The Hating Game and Mariana Zapata

- fake dating

- enemies to lovers

- grumpyxsunshine

- guy fell first

2. The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

- hate-to-love relationship

- the sick scene is *double thumbs up

- grumpyxsunshine

- shared one office

3. The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

- grumpyxsunshine

- fake dating

- Age gap

- women in science

- the friendships you wish you have

4. People We Meet On Vacation

- friends to lovers

- Harry Meets Sally x Love Rosie Vibe

- have one of the best heroine speech

- a feel good - tearjerker story (at least for me)

5. The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang

- the autism rep is good

- cool inclusion of Vietnamese culture

- fake dating

- perfect blend of sweet and steamy

- trigger warnings: anxiety attacks, abandonment, a fatphobic comment or insult, and someone telling someone else about a person's diagnosis

6. The Bride Test by Helen Hoang

- cute smutty romance

- with high functioning autistic and geeky hero who's struggles and passion for his few interest is genuine

- with uneducated Vietnamese immigrant heroine who's hard not to love

- shatters ignorant stereotypes as you witness internal battle, growth and love

7. The Heart Principle by Helen Hoang

- two individuals from different worlds that cross paths towards the way of healing and learning more about each other for the betterment of their individual selves

- beautiful emotional book

- elicited an emotional reaction a few times which meant something right?

8. . Kulti by Mariana Zapata

- age gap

- slow burn

- grumpy hero

- awesome heroine

9. The Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata

- slow burn

- fake dating (more like a fake marriage but it's legal)

- have interesting side characters

- fun banter and bickering

10. From Lukov With Love by Mariana Zapata

- hero and heroine seemed to hate each other on the surface

- slow burn

- the main characters are figure skaters

- great character development

11. All Rhodes Lead Here by Mariana Zapata

- slow burn

- age gap

- grumpy landlord x sunshine tenant

- great storytelling

- fun and heartwarming

12. Wild at Heart by K.A. Tucker

- book 2 of The Simple Wild

- bearded bush pilot

- tackles couples journey in overcoming their domestic problems

- with great and interesting side characters

13. It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey

- bearded fisherman from Washington x fashionable influencer from L.A.

- the romance was to die for

- did not expect to be steamy because of that cute cover

14. Beach Read by Emily Henry

- top tier romance read

- with beautiful narrative and story

- great world building and character development

- have fun, deep and smart conversations

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here’s your daily reminder that mr thomas james dorin cel rau cresswell watched the sky for days just to have his wedding kiss with audrey rose perfectly timed with the sunset

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“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”

—Oscar Wilde

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his legs were shaking when he carried her in

riven was unsteady on his feet

he carried her dead weight all the way back to school

damn.

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this is the only part of the s2 sneak peek i care about FIVE CROWS IN A SINGLE SHOT

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musa really said “i’m gonna turn riven into a simping dork” and i say thank you for your service m’am

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Can you do a fic of Thomas having a nightmare of Audrey Rose being killed by Holmes when he kidnapped her? (obsessed with ur one shots btw, pls never stop)

hey anon, thank you so much for this request!! i changed it just a little, i hope its still what you wanted!!

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Thomas’ senses were completely and totally consumed by that singular gun. Objectively, the pistol was tiny - a hand pistol, meant to fit in a lady’s bag, or slipped into feminine pockets to dispatch a cruel husband, a vengeful lover, or something of the sort.

Not, he knew, to be used to snuff out the brightest light in Thomas’ entire world.

Held in Anastasia’s bloody hands - literally, and well, figuratively - the silver seemed to reflect Thomas’ worst nightmares. He could see the events unfold like a diabolic dream; either he would have to marry this murderess, or watch Wadsworth’s brains splatter across the floor, see her corpse crash to the ground and know that it was ultimately his fault.

If the alternate option had been anything else, it would’ve been an impossible decision. Marriage had never appealed to him - not until Audrey Rose, anyway. Marriage to Anastasia, of all people, had never even occurred to him, even before the revelation she was following in the wicked steps of her ancestor.

But here, when Audrey Rose’s very life was on the line? It wasn’t even a question. Nor conscious thought. There was nothing in this world he wouldn’t do, no price he wouldn’t pay, to save her life.

Regret seeped through every crack in his body in those seconds he made his decision. He could see the fear and pure resolution in Audrey Rose’s eyes as she locked gazes with him.

Don’t do it, she seemed to say. He wished so badly to flick her a wry smile, perhaps kiss her cheek and tell her everything would be alright.

A confession; a kiss; a life. All those things he longed so badly for, with her and her only, about to be brushed away like ash around a fireplace. Blown away as if they never existed. He’d pushed down his feelings for so long, certain she didn’t feel the same way. Until by some miracle, some benevolent act, she did. When she’d kissed him in that alleyway, held onto him as if he were the last thing left she loved, he’d felt safer, warmer, happier than he had in years. When he allowed himself to hope that maybe, just maybe, she returned his love... he could’ve done anything with that hope running through his veins.

But all of that hope was about to be dashed, thrown into the gutter by his own actions.

With shaking movements, he pulled his hands up in way of surrender. One second too quickly.

Panic flared in Anastasia’s eyes, too quick for him to react. Too quick for him to do anything but watch as she pulled the trigger, blood exploded onto her already bloodied face.

As Audrey Rose’s body fell to the ground in a heap of blood and viscera.

A scream ripped from his throat as he dove towards her. Her lifeblood poured onto his hands like resin; he was going to be sick.

There was no life left in her eyes as he clung to her, as every bit of humanity washed away from him as her soul left her body.

The darkness clung to him when he woke, remnants of the horror that permeated his sleeping hours. Bile rose in his throat. He dry-retched over the side of the bed, clutching his stomach while trying to keep down his sobs.

When the sickness subsided, he took a rattling breath and turned to look at her, his sleeping wife. One of her hands was stretched out; she must’ve been holding him in her sleep.

The sight of her like that - radiating peace and domestic bliss - sent a lurch through his body. They’d been so close to losing it all, so close to having their futures ripped away from them before they’d even had a chance to begin.

In front of him, she lay whole and sleeping. In his mind, he saw her bloodied corpse, brains splattered against the floor.

He couldn’t hear the sobs that echoed in their darkened bedroom. Couldn’t see his wife waking up, the concern blooming on her face as she took in the scene before her.

“Thomas, look at me. Thomas, I’m here. Whatever it is, you’re alright. We’re alright.” A gentle touch against his cheeks brought him back to the present.

“Audrey Rose, I-” It was residual panic that seized him as he checked over her forehead, hands running through her hair; not in his usual manner, but to make sure she wasn’t bleeding out.

“I’m here,” Her voice was as gentle and steady as the rising tide.

Her touch and words calmed him, but only just. With the desperation perhaps of a child, he clung to her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Audrey Rose ran her hands up and down his back, murmuring sweet comforts in his ear. She told him how whatever nightmares his mind has created weren’t real - that this, this, was real, their life together was real, their love was real.

“You’re here,” He whispered against her hair.

He could feel her dropping the softest of kisses to his head, melting the fear that had frozen his heart.

“I saw her kill you.”

Ah, he could practically hear her mind churning as she processed what and who he meant.

The words started to flow then, angry, hateful things - not at her, never her, but at himself.

“She killed you, tried to hurt you, because of me- because she wanted me, because-” He was cut off by his own wretched cries, his chest heaving against her own.

Those dark thoughts emerged once more, the ones he thought he’d put to bed following the Etruria. Those that hissed about how he never truly deserved her love, not if he’d nearly led her to her death multiple times. Ones that whispered how she deserved better than a dark prince, heir to a bloodstained throne.

“Thomas, my heart, look at me.” She ran a reassuring thumb over his cheek as he gazed up at her, moonlight catching his tears, making them look as if it was pure starlight running down his face. 

“Our work is dangerous - neither I, nor you, have ever pretended otherwise. It would be foolish to blame yourself for our... near-mishap, let’s say, in Romania.”

He was about to ask why, to further blame himself, when she continued.

“Holmes targeted you because of me - do you blame me for that? Do you curse me for the days you spent in agony, poison coursing through your veins?”

No - no, he never could.

She read it in his eyes, and tilted his face up closer to hers.

“I told you once before, but you are my heart. I have loved you since the moment you stumbled, headstrong and eager, into the laboratory, and nearly fell face-first into an open cadaver. I love you for your over-flowing kindness, your sharp wit, your intelligence, your heart.”

Tears pooled in his eyes, but instead of sorrow, they spoke of love and acceptance and hope.

“You are not perfect, but neither am I, my dark prince. You are perfect to me, and I would choose you a thousand times over.”

Her faith in him seemed to warm the cold room.

“I love you,” He replied, voice weak from his earlier cries. She repeated the sentiment back, paired with a lingering kiss to his lips. 

Audrey Rose laid back down in bed and pulled the covers over herself. She patted the space next to her.

Soundlessly, he crawled into her outstretched arms and nestled against her body. His head rested against her chest, her heartbeat thumping in his ears.

Perhaps if he listened hard enough, he could hear the love she spoke of, pumping through her. He felt it, though, and that was enough.

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no limits | cressworth

some angsty cressworth

also tagging @thomasscresswell @tonystarksbish @illyrianbeauty @kazhewbrekker 

enjoy! <3

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It had happened suddenly.

One day Audrey Rose had been fine, happily falling into his arms and kissing him until he was dizzy with the taste of her, and the next day she was gone. Her eyes had been empty, haunted with unspoken knowledge as she ended their relationship with a hollow, unfeeling goodbye before walking out the door without another word.

Every night he had practically worn through the floorboards as he paced in front of the door, pathetically hoping she would come back, hoping it had all been nothing more than a trivial mistake.

Every night he was disappointed, waking up crumpled on the couch with dried tears tracked across his cheeks.

She had given no explanation, no reason as to why she was leaving him. And for once, he hadn’t been able to puzzle his way out, hadn’t been able to find a solution to the equation that was Audrey Rose.

Until her uncle had slipped.

It had been another miserable day, his cheeks hollowed out with grief from losing her as he listlessly moved through his tasks in the morgue.

“Thomas, I would be most grateful if you could finish up here, I have to go visit Audrey Rose in the hospital before it closes.”

Both of them had frozen simultaneously, one harrowing thought in reaction searing through Thomas’s mind so harshly he flinched.

He should have known.

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The Tears Of Thomas Cresswell - PART 1 : The Shattering Of A Glass Heart

MAJOR ESCAPING FROM HOUDINI SPOILERS PRESENT, BEWARE!!

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Every time Thomas Cresswell cried in front of Audrey Rose Wadsworth, from the first, to last.

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His curiosity had damned them, once again.

He’d been so desperate to solve the mystery and, if he were honest to himself, prove himself to Audrey Rose. Yet it was that desire to unravel the mystery, the desire to know that had ruined them both.

Andreas stood there, knife in hand, aimed straight at his heart. He hadn’t seen the man throw knives, but he’d heard he was training with Jian, the legendary sword thrower. Something on the murderer’s face told him he wouldn’t miss.

He was going to die. He knew it – accepted it.

He’d rather it was him than Audrey Rose.

There was no way out; no amount of brass, Cresswell wit could get him out of this, no amount of Houdini-level skill that could save him now.

The sounds of the diners behind them faded into nothing; in his final moments, the world consisted only of him and Audrey Rose.

He locked eyes with her for the final time, and begged that she could see the love shining within in, that he loved her, adored her, would do anything including die for her. There were so many things they had never done, so many experiences yet to have had, but he hoped the strength of his love was conveyed through his eyes, and that final look.

“No!” Cries and shouts went up as Andreas raised his knife, and Thomas prepared himself for death.

In his mind’s eye, he saw the exact path of the knife. It would fly towards his chest with frightening accuracy, and pierce his heart. His medical knowledge told him he’d have perhaps 15 seconds of consciousness, and then his mind would slip into the easy, soothing darkness, and Thomas Cresswell would be no more.

Only that wasn’t what happened.

The world became a sharp blur as Audrey threw her scalpel towards the mirror, and as the glass shattered, his world did too. Of course – of course she’d throw her scalpel.

His heart stopped as Audrey Rose – his darling, clever, no-sense-of-self-preservation Audrey Rose – threw herself in the path of the oncoming knife, and crashed into his arms.

The world cleaved in two as a guttural scream left his love’s lips, and she cried as her leg surely burned with pain.

“Wadsworth,” His voice was strained – no, no, no, this was a nightmare; this wasn’t real; this couldn’t be real – “stay here. Stay here with me.”

Was that awful sobbing coming from him? He couldn’t tell.

“I’m not… going… anywhere.” She said weakly, her eyes shining with pain but her face still determined, still ready to fight.

His brain – his cursed, medical-run brain – told him she was dying. That nothing could save her.

For once in his life, Thomas Cresswell denied logic its hold over his head. He would not let her die – she was not dying in his arms, not now, not ever.

“Don’t leave me,” She whispered, and he squeezed her hand lightly. He was vaguely aware of Jonathon Wadsworth swearing colourfully, and running over with his medical bag in hand, but his gaze was focused solely on her. His darling Audrey Rose. The woman who had taken a knife for him.

“Never,” He swore, tears stinging his eyes as they rolled down his face. He would never leave, that was not allowed. There was no world in which Thomas Cresswell lived that Audrey Rose Wadsworth did not; no world worth saving, worth living in.

She was dying. He knew it – hated that he knew it.

“We need to put pressure on the wound, stop the blood loss!” He yelled to the elder Wadsworth, whose face was a mask of medical precision, as it always was.

Audrey’s eyes were glazing over, the light slowly slipping from her gaze, and he swore – so foul a words he didn’t think he’d ever said before, and he had quite the foul mouth.

No – he would not let it happen.

The wound of her thigh was vicious, blood staining his hands as he fought to contain the blood loss, to save her, to do anything other than letting her die in his arms.

Don’t you dare die on me now, Wadsworth.

They’d stalked the Ripper; they’d hunted Prince Dracula, but in the end, it was a simple knife that would separate the team of dreams. A simple knife that ruined what could’ve been, that beautiful life they would’ve lived.

He pushed harder on her wound, and with a pain that shattered Thomas’ glass heart, she screamed, her back arching in attempt to stop the ache that surely flooded through her.

He was sobbing now, his tears dripping onto her face, as he begged someone, anyone to save her, to end her pain and bring her back.

“Please,” The tears of Thomas Cresswell were never-ending, never-ceasing, as long as the love of his life was in pain.

“Thomas,” She whispered, and she closed her eyes.

The scream that tore from his mouth could’ve ruined worlds.

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