Rhys is taking this very seriously:
The stranger picked at a piece of dirt on his shirt. “Want to get Taco Bell?”
Feyre blinked, huffing out a hysterical breath. “Who are you?”
He offered a dazzling smile, so at odds with the crime they’d just committed. “My name is Rhysand, but you, darling, can call me Rhys.”
Rhys.
Her accomplice.
“My name is Feyre.”
He nodded. “C’mon. Let’s get some mediocre tacos. We’ll need an alibi, right? On me.”
Feyre could only nod. “Right.”
Rhys opened her passenger door with a flourish, hand outstretched for her keys. Feyre handed them wordlessly while Rhys jogged around the back of her little coup, slamming the trunk shut. This was where he’d threaten her, she thought with dread. Blackmail—she’d be trapped with another psycho instead of being free.
“So,” he said, circling away from the docks easily. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the center console. “Are you thinking soft tacos, or—”
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Going to go relive Astarion putting that vampires face directly under the sun again and yelling
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Thinking he's the cause of British soldiers being poisoned (gif by @bizarrelittlemew )
Casually taking a drink in a bar where everyone was just poisoned (gif by @mchristelle )
Conclusion: Ed Teach is a morosexual
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saw a german translation of the lyrics to everybody by the backstreet boys that translated "Rock your body" as "Schaukeln Sie Ihren Körper" which is technically correct but also so wrong that it's just left me fucking crying laughing for the last few minutes
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