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hellsent & heavenbound

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"the inherent divinity of" bro what inherent divinity 😭😭😭 everythings freaking normal

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what’s the point if girls can’t bite? consume? devour?

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The Coffee Pot in Austin, It opened in 1928 and was demolished in the 1960s. This photo was taken in the 1940s.

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asexual margaret thatcher moodboard

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When I was trying to write my tags on the last post, I attempted to copy-paste my special tag-friendly comma (‚) and it. It pasted an image of a spiral staircase? This wasn't on my clipboard. I've never seen this staircase before. What the fuck?

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someone's writing rpf on archive of our bones masterpost

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TLT is only dark academia if you're talking about Ortus, who in HTN is trying to work on his book while stuck in a haunted castle, and flirtatiously hanging out with a very intense posh academic and her husband, with whom he ultimately summons the ghost of the man he's been writing poetry about.

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thinking about how edwin can canonically withstand more pain than other ghosts. thinking about how that doesn't matter to charles, doesn't even occur to him truthfully, he's still gonna throw himself between edwin and anything that tries to hurt him. but do you think edwin starts thinking about this? starts to worry about the chance that one of these days, a hit that would have been easier for him to shake off is gonna be the thing that takes charles from him??

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lilac and lavender

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sisters

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I actually literally can't get enough of how Charles hugs him here. The way his hands close on Edwin's clothes and caress him. The way he snuggles his face. It's no wonder Edwin melted into it. I AM MELTING MYSELF

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A French officer returns home with his stork, June 1918.