#and that is so unbelievably special to me

[mindless-existence1]

Shadow x reader- Shadow Chao takes a liking to reader and show is confused about it, maybe a tad jealous.

Sorry this came out a bit late @luc1dw0rld I couldn't come up with an ending ❤️

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You weren’t exactly sure when it started, but at some point, a tiny, black-and-red Chao had decided to imprint on you.

The little creature, which bore an uncanny resemblance to a certain broody hedgehog, had taken a liking to you almost instantly. It followed you everywhere, clinging to your leg, chirping happily whenever you gave it attention.

Shadow, on the other hand, was baffled. You first noticed his confusion when the Chao—who you’d affectionately dubbed “Mini Shadow”—latched onto your shoulder while you and the real Shadow were walking through the park.

“…Is it still following you?” Shadow asked, glancing at the tiny creature curled around your neck. You giggled, scratching Mini Shadow under its tiny chin.

“Yep. It’s been with me all day.” Shadow’s brow furrowed as he leaned over slightly to get a better look at the Chao, who in turn tilted its head and stared at him with big, round eyes.

The two of them engaged in a silent staring contest before Mini Shadow let out a delighted chirp and nuzzled against your cheek.

Shadow’s ears twitched, and you swore you saw the faintest hint of red dust his cheeks. “Why does it like you so much?” You shrugged, grinning.

“Because I’m nice?” Shadow crossed his arms, eyeing the Chao suspiciously. "Maybe it knows im special, to you I mean." Shadow's ears twitch and he averts his eyes thinking for a second.

“It looks like me. It should be following me.” Mini Shadow chirped at him, then promptly turned away and snuggled into your neck.

Shadow stared. “Unbelievable.” You burst out laughing. “Maybe you're just jealous.” His eyes narrowed.

“No.” You smirked, reaching out to scratch behind his ear. “Mmm, sure. Whatever you say.” Mini Shadow mimicked you, reaching its tiny arms out and patting Shadow’s cheek.

For the first time in your life, you saw the Ultimate Lifeform at a complete loss for words.

[candyandcyberware]

Primal instincts

Aaron Hotchner x reader

You lean against a tree as you watch your boyfriend stretch his limbs with sheer determination visible on his face. It’s clear he can’t wait to start the chase, and he loves the idea of being the predator that hunts you–the prey, the precious prize–in the woods. When he notices the way you’re watching him, he flashes a smug smirk at you, as if he was silently telling you there’s no way you can get away from him. Not like you want to, though. 

This little game is something you two have been planning for a while now, a special activity he heard about at an unbelievably boring gala. Who would have thought that an event with a bunch of boring old people can be the very place where he listens to a drunk heir’s speech about playing it with his boyfriend somewhere near Seattle during a business trip there. He even went into details, telling Aaron things he honestly didn’t want to hear. 

The next day he told you the story, just for the laughs, but then he thought more about it as he watched you do mundane things around the apartment and he began to drop hints here and there, during the most casual conversations in the car, or when you were watching a movie on the couch after Jack went to bed. “You would look so good from behind when you’re trying to get rid of me, though,” he said. At first, you thought he was joking, but then a few days later another comment came as he nonchalantly said, “I want to play rough with you.”

So, you agreed, and now it’s time to play the game he prepared so carefully. Jack is staying with his aunt, which means the two of you have the whole night to play together, and he chose a location that was an hour long drive away from his apartment, so he even reserved a hotel room to stay in. But now as you’re watching him, you begin to have some doubts. Maybe you’re just nervous since you’ve never done anything like this, but what if you get hurt? You can always trip in a root or something. 

“Baby, it’s gonna be fine. It will be fun, I promise,” he says as he closes the gap between you and puts his hands on your hips to pull you against himself. 

Sometimes you wonder if he can actually read minds, because somehow he always knows what’s going on inside your head. But maybe it’s just his profiler side putting in the work every now and then to help him out. Either way, it’s equally cute and annoying, but you’re not really complaining. As you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his head down for a quick kiss, you can’t help but flash a playful smile at him. 

With his hand pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he looks at you with the kind of adoration you’ve barely seen since the first days of your relationship. “Are you ready?” The question is simple, but it still makes you think hard. After some time, though, you nod with a smile. “Good. I’ll give you a headstart.”

He doesn’t have to say it twice, you immediately start running into the woods, praying to whatever is out there that can protect you not to let you trip and fall flat on your face. The darkness swallows everything in the distance, you have no idea where you’re heading, but this game isn’t about thinking, this is strictly about your instincts. You need to run, that’s all you can and have to think about now. 

The chilly night air makes you shiver when you stop for a second to take a look around and listen to any sound that might tell you if Aaron is getting near, but all you can hear is the pounding of your heart in your ears. You’re not even sure what it is you feel right now. Is it fear? Is it excitement? Or can it be the mixture of these two? 

Whatever it is, it’s addicting, you want to be in this state of mind forever, you love the thrill this game gives you. You might be the prey now, someone who’s supposed to escape the predator, but all you want is your boyfriend finally catching up and showing you what hides behind his ever-present self-control, what primal needs lurk in the background, waiting to have you just the way he wants. 

Your breathing finally slows down, so you begin to wonder which direction to go next. You have a GPS, you can find your way back to the car, therefore you can go anywhere you want. But as you think, you suddenly hear the sound of a twig that was stepped on, and your attention turns to the task of finding out where it’s coming from. You listen, you even hold your breath to be more quiet, but there’s nothing. He probably realized you could hear that and stopped. Or maybe it was some animal. 

“Got you!” Aaron says happily as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, keeping you close to his chest. 

You turn your head a little, only to be kissed right away, and you can’t help but turn in his arms to face him properly. Instead of kissing you again, though, he takes a few steps forward in an attempt to push you back, just until you’re caged between him and a tree. His warm brown eyes are watching your every move, paying attention to every little detail he might find important later, mostly regarding the game you’ve been playing. Did you enjoy it? Are there any signs of you liking it so much you might want to do it again some other time? 

He pulls you out of your thoughts with another kiss, a much messier, hungrier kiss that showcases how badly he wants you. That sense of urgency as he slowly slips his hand under your shirt makes you moan into his mouth, a sound that’s swallowed by him right away, and soon you can feel his hands move to your back to unclip your bra with his skilled hand. Once he’s done, he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head along with the bra, then throws them both on the ground. 

It hurts you to see those precious items on the ground, surrounded by insects and dirt, two things you would never let them near. But Aaron took the lead, he’s the one making the rules here, and it will be his credit card that pays for the dry cleaner and the new pieces you’ll buy anyway. As a token of your gratitude, you will let him join you for lingerie shopping. He’ll see you in everything and he can make the final decision of which piece he wants to regularly take off of you. 

A jolt of electricity shoots through your body when you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder near your neck, and it’s clear that it will leave a mark eventually. Your eyes close as you focus on the way his warm, wet mouth is moving over to your collarbone in a way that makes it clear you’ll be covered in hickeys and bite marks tomorrow. 

And honestly? You will wear these marks with pride.

[electricneonvalkyrie]

I hesitated to throw my opinion into the ring, so I figured I'd sleep on it.

I woke up, and it still stung.

Take it with a grain of salt. I’m not a casting director. I understand it would be a serious challenge to find a performer with acting chops and a matching appearance. But I've always thrived on challenges, so this argument seems flimsy.

Honestly, what do I know about Hollywood?

Many talented people globally never realize their dreams due to systemic barriers; however, it seems unbelievable that the team didn't consider maybe… stepping into a gym.  

The daily grind of PTSD is a heavy weight for me to carry, and as a muscular woman who doesn’t fit the traditional perception of femininity, losing a rare representation in media breaks my heart.

I understand it was a narrative-necessity in the game—though many (overwhelmingly male) gamers tried in bad faith to cast doubts on this.

Yes, it’s realistic for a woman to have a muscular build.

Have you gone to a gym in the last twenty years?

Hi female athletes everywhere. Hi CrossFit competitors. What’s up bodybuilders? Hey women in the military who can bang out more push-ups than the average male.

I see you.

But historically, when adaptations change the appearance of female characters in storytelling, it’s often catering to the male gaze, unintentional as it may be.

Read: Sarcasm.

In my opinion, it’s no coincidence that this has happened here.

No one should subject the actress portraying Abby to this criticism; it’s quite literally not her fault. This is an awkward role to take on, especially given the game's incredibly toxic past. But seeing Abby Anderson depicted this way feels like a gut punch.

Her strength—something that many real life women work damn hard for—is being erased.

Reducing her size feels like perpetuating the idea that women can only be strong if they’re still petite and conventionally attractive.

HBO seems to be overlooking what made Abby so special to loyal fans like me: the compelling interplay of her intense self-discipline, the lingering impact of her trauma, and the raw emotion of her grief which manifested in her merciless fights and her struggle with inner demons.

They had an opportunity to stand behind the integrity of Abby’s design and they’ve rewritten her character.

Let’s call it what it is. Disappointing as hell, at a first glance.

I have no doubt the actress playing Abby will shatter expectations, revealing her character's resilience in a brutal world, because otherwise, she’s not Abby Anderson. She's a gentler, more nuanced version of the fierce character Neil Druckmann once spearheaded.

He wouldn’t backpedal, would he?

For all the gamers who never got the chance to kill Abby in The Last of Us Part II, it feels like HBO has done it for them—not with a battle, but with erasure. Not with brutality, but with a quiet, deliberate softening of everything she stood for.

Fuck, I hope I'm wrong.

[elderscrollsconceptart]

An update from Wes Johnson on his medical GoFundMe 👇

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And now... a word from my friend Wes:

Home. It’s only been weeks but it feels like years. By all accounts, I shouldn’t be here to write this, but I responded in a miracle-like fashion to heroic efforts by the Emory University Hospital’s Intensive Care Unit. Doctors and nurses told me they were surprised that I was coming back completely undamaged, but then, none of us knew just how many people were in my corner. This was my George Bailey moment. I got a chance to see how many people cared in this crazy world. Doctors told my wife that she needed to immediately get to Georgia and prepare for the end of my life. When I came out of the medically induced coma days later, I discovered that the Alzheimer’s Association did what they normally do - create hope and give support in the most difficult of times. AA stayed with me 24/7 until they had my family flown in to be with me, putting them up in rooms. Unbelievable kindness. My friends Bill Glasser and Shari Elliker helped Kim put together a GoFundMe page to help with medical expenses (or worse if it came to that). Bill moved heaven and earth to make things happen and I can never repay my dearest friend for everything he’s done. My friends Bethesda Game Studios shared the link and said heartbreakingly wonderful things, and the Washington Capitals came through big, with Ted Leonsis making a huge donation that completely blew me away. He didn’t have to do that. No one had to do any of these things. My dear friend Kenny Vigue did a “Wes Johnson Day” event on FalloutForHope’s twitch page where so many of my friends, colleagues and peers showed up to talk about me. The kind of things that people said there and on social media, in print, tv and across my phone texts were what you expected only to be said after you could no longer hear them. So much love was sent my way, and by the time I woke up, it was as overwhelming as the tears of joy it induced. There are no words that can describe the love I received and the love I feel for everyone at this moment. My body is relearning to move, and my voice is coming back strong. I’m so lucky that I now have TIME to heal, to reflect, and to refocus my life on joy. Because in the alternative, there was NOTHING. What happens now is a gift, and I am so grateful for it, and for every single person who reached out during this crisis. It’s shown me what is important. My wife Kim, and sons Ben, Sam & Max, who are my world. My brothers Rick, Scott & Chris, my sister Michelle and her husband Sebastian who traveled 10 hours to be with me as I slept. My cousin Dan and dear friend Roger who dropped everything to race to Atlanta and be by my side. The thousands of people who wrote, messaged, donated, and told me I had touched their lives in some way. Each and every one has touched my life, and nothing can ever be the same. Every moment is special. It is extra. It is a gift. And as my body heals and I move forward, I hope to use this gift to help share the joy that everyone has given to me. But today… I rest. Thank you. Much love to you all.

[ophani]

@hielounplugged worked some magic here to make us look unbelievably cute ♥️

This photoshoot is so special to me. Not only couldn’t we stop laughing and giggling but also we could finally put our love for Jayvik into something creative!

[vaimetanyx]

Ah nectar, the drink of the Gods

Also known as potion of burn your fingers because you're bad at using lighters and refuse to turn your ceiling fan off

(Full process under the cut)

[Skull pauldron] [Belt] [Greaves] [Toga + sash] [Wig + Laurels] [Armbands] [Flaming feet] [Satyr Sack] [Stygius v1] [Stygius v2] [Nectar]

I really love being able to give out in-character items while in cosplay, and I figured nectar, as a semi-common friendship leveling item, would be perfect. Originally I was going to try sculpting them out of sculpy or something and then I realised I would be unsatisfied with the end result so I bought bought 50 tiny glass bottles off aliexpress

To get the golden-orange filling I experimented with a few things - while the one I was happiest with was a clear PVA glue mixed with watercolour paint pigment for colour and gold pearlescent pigment for shine, it wouldn't set, and I didn't want to deal with a liquid considering I have a long history of just bashing the shit out of things if I'm not very careful, and I don't want to spend my whole con day taking special care of tiny glass bottles. So, I ended up using resin! Coloured the same way as the glue, this was my first time using resin and while I would have liked less bubbles it turned out well

To get the weird blobby looking cork the ends were dipped in wax by my sister, who mixed a few colours together and let the bottles dry upside down to get the right shape

I used two types of ribbon for my two lots of bottles (nearly 100 bottles have been made up to this point), but both were a purple satin. After trying the bow in a way that would let it sit in the right direction and burning the ends with a lighter to seal them and prevent them from fraying, I used clear PVA glue to stiffen the ribbon and secure it. While drying I used a bit of blutack to get the ends to dry straight down rather than to the sides

Then, because small trinkets are nice but can be difficult to carry around all day at a con, I attached some string which is just purple embroidery thread I had lying around. Unfortunately I did too much of a good job tying the ribbon tightly for some of them since I had to use wire and pliers to actually get it under the ribbon to tie it on

But all the finicky work is worth it, they're very cute when complete

(Psst - if you're an Australian con-goer (specifically Supanova) keep an eye out for me on the floor - I give these out to the hades fans I meet!)

[salemsclowncorner]

Holy fucking shit my quote made it into the video, I'm shaking rn.

[kentjohnson91]

forgive me father for i have made memes again

[remusjohnslupin]

I forgot to make a post about this last week (or maybe I needed time to process what I saw), but addressing my fellow Tolkien fans out there: Did anyone else feel the urge to scoop their own eyes out with a spoon after the whole 'sympathetic and misunderstood orcs who just want to stay with their families and don't want to go to war' debacle?

Misunderstood orcs. Misunderstood. Orcs. Who don't want to go to war. ORCS. They actually showed an orc baby being held by its orc parent.

Once again... ORCS.

I am so glad Christopher Tolkien died in 2020.

[spaceratprodigy]

✨🖤 Family Portrait 🖤 @grimreapersbutt 🖤✨

And it was hard, but you were brave, you are splendid And we will never be alone in this world No matter what they say We're going to be okay We were safe inside And our new son cried

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

[madscientistenthusiast]

I've been holding it in but god I've decided to relisten to Taz: Suffering Game and Reunion tour after getting the graphic novel and god, the amount of titular moments they cut are just devastating, like some of them I get, but god, they should have just made them 2 seperate books, the fact they cut 2 of my absolute favorite scenes, scenes that still hit me today relistening the same way they did when I was 13, listening to this story for the first time, really hurts, they removed the whole argument in Fantasy Costco over Magnus returning to his body, the "those are the arms that have held my wife" that scene made me cry when I first heard it, and it makes me cry now, and I'm not sure if that's because it hurts, or because knowing the loss of such a beautiful story in adaptation, they should have made them 2 seperate books, I don't care if I have to pay extra for another book, I just wanted this story I love so much to feel right, and im terrified for the next book, what's the point of adapting this story if its at the cost of what makes it beautiful

[thekidsarentalright]

just saw someone posted this on twitter erm. theyre so scary

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Thirty (Part 2)

“Fucking hell,” He twists away and grabs the front of his hair. The rain has eased to a mist now but the clouds still shield the sky and block the light out like an early dusk. His limbs become a bit stilted and stiff as though he’s forgotten how to control them. “Fuck,” he says hoarsely, and he drops onto the wet sand and shoves the heels of his hands into the sockets of his eyes “This is it then, isn’t it? Things are over with us.”

I hesitate for a moment before sitting next to him, and the seat of my dress immediately soaks through and I don’t care about it. “Yeah,” I say gently, “They have to be, don’t they?”

“There’s nothing I can do.”

“I want you to go and be happy.”

He lets out an agonised, strangled noise, and it takes me a second to realise that he has begun to sob into his hands, and it’s the strangest thing, but I think I can feel my heart physically breaking inside my chest, tearing apart, ripping right down the centre. I didn’t know that when people spoke about heartbreak that this is what they meant all along. The ache inside me feels unbearable, and I want so badly to reach for him and tell him that I don’t mean any of it, and yes, I’ll take that Green Card and yes, I’ll come and live in Los Angeles, but instead I cram my wrist to my nose and I cry with him because it seems like the only sensible thing I can do. 

And once I’ve started I cannot stop, and the tears come, and they come, and they fill my eyes until I can’t see a thing but the greys and blues of the sea blurring together like watercolour bleeding down the page, and then I wipe them and I look to my right where Jude’s head is bowed and his shoulders are shaking, and I tell him that I’m sorry. He says something I can’t understand because he is crying too hard, but I don’t know that it really matters what it was, because on some level I know what he’s saying. Just like I do, he simply hurts. 

He sniffs and drags the heel of his hand up across his nose. He shakes his head as tears roll off the end of his spiky lashes, “God,” He says eventually, “I just really thought- I think I took it for granted that I’d get to be with you forever, or something, like we were perpetual-” and he bares his teeth and heaves a shuddering sigh into his lungs, eyes fixed on his feet, embarrassed, like he can’t bear to look at me and see what I think of him crying on the ground. “I wanted everything,” he chokes out, “All of the stupid stuff, you know? Christmases and New Years, I wanted to get you birthday presents and anniversary presents and travel with you and just- just wake up with you and make you breakfast and-” he squeezes his eyes shut, “But like, I can’t have any of it and now I just have to live without you, and it’s so horrible-”

I comb my fingers through the back of his hair and I whisper, again, that I’m sorry.

“I love you,” He says, though he knows that it’s not enough, and I know it too, because loving Jude Turner is like loving a memory, the dream, the idea of a man that my seventeen year old self believed would solve me, would prove that I am worthy of happiness only because he loves me back. And perhaps it’s an idea that he loves too, a girl who would make him feel young and careless and reckless, who would expect nothing, ask nothing from him but to be free.

I swipe at my damp cheek, “Yeah but one day you won’t. Someday when I’m long gone you’ll look back on this time and you’ll think about how glad you were that you never compromised or let yourself be held back by some girl. And then-” I sniffle, “-when you’re living this amazing life, and you’re happy and you’re successful and surrounded by people who love you you’ll think ‘oh yeah, her, God, you know, I don’t even remember what her name was anymore.’”

“No,” he shakes his head firmly, “No, I’m going to love you for my whole life.”

And then I make the loneliest sound I’ve ever made, somewhere between a gasp and a sob as I relent and throw myself into his chest so that I can let him hold me. He kisses my hair so gently and rests his cheek upon my head and says simply, “I’ll miss you.”

“And I’ll miss you,” I reply, “And don’t think I’ll ever forget you either. You know that you’re going to be everywhere, you’ll be the ghost that follows me around. Every time I wake up and you aren’t there, or get home and you aren’t waiting at the door, and every time my feet touch this coastline, and I get into the sea, or see the roof of that beach house poking over the dunes I’ll think, you know, I really wish he was here, because everything I did was better when he did it with me,” I exhale thickly, “But then I’ll think of you somewhere else in the world where I know that you’ll be happy and I’ll just be happy to, because I want that for you, I really do, even if I don’t get to be a part of it.”

There’s a long pause while we cry together, and he reaches down to brush fresh tears from my cheekbones, “I feel lucky to have known you when I did,” He says, “When I- When I go to LA, you know, I doubt I’ll be back again for a very long time, and- God, -and by then who knows where your talent will have taken you and what you’ll be doing. To know you now feels like the greatest privilege, and I know that you’re telling yourself that I won’t remember you years from now, but actually I’ll be saying, yeah, I knew that girl once and she was incredible, I caught her in a moment in time and you should have seen her, when talent just radiated off her like the heat from a sunburn and she didn’t even know it yet.”

I turn to face him and look him dead in the eyes, because I don’t know the next time I’ll get to really look at them, “You’ll be happy,” I insist. If I mean it I can make it so.

“You too,” He says , “And maybe when we both are we’ll find our way back to each other again.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” I say, and in that moment the sun finally breaks through the clouds, just a sliver of it, and it hits the side of his beautiful face, glows on his cheek and his hair and through his brown eyes to turn them golden, the colour and warmth of flames.

That’s how I’ll always remember him. 

And when our story is over and the edges of the clouds turn pink and amber, I get up to walk away. I turn to look at him one more time though I can hardly bear to. Standing there in the sunlight he simply raises his hand. “I’ll see you, Evie,” He says. 

“Yes,” I say, “someday.”

THE END To my Tumblr readers, thank you so much for reading along. It's been a pleasure to share this story with you.

For a very long time I knew that I wanted to tell a story like this. I felt like I had so many things to say, about growing up, about this country, about the way it feels to inhabit it, how it felt to be young and bored with no money to spend during the recession era – the uniqueness of that particular moment in time and the feelings, places and people that have changed in the years since, but I just never got around to it.

One evening in July of 2022 my mother, who has become an avid wild swimmer since her retirement, took me down to the beach to take a dip in the sea. It’s a beach I’ve been on a thousand times having grown up just a few kilometers away from it. I’d swum in it, walked it, even worked on it for three summers during my early twenties but for some reason on that day I felt overwhelmingly nostalgic about it. This is not a very exciting beach, I thought, but isn’t it a bit beautiful in it’s own way. From my place, neck deep in the water I looked at the way the marram grass shimmered in the wind and bits of old fishing nets and driftwood littered the coarse sand. A line of identical holiday homes peeped up over a low stone wall, and a little corrugated iron summer house sat right in the middle of the dunes, flat roof, wooden deck. I’ve always wondered who owned it.

Later on I got home and typed a few paragraphs of a story on my computer. I hadn’t written a thing in years. Then I just didn’t stop.

I’d spent the entire pandemic overanalysing my teenage traumas, reliving the things I’d done in college and into the first years of my twenties. A lot of weird things happened to me. Very dramatic things, honestly. I think I am the sort of person that draws highly erratic types to me or perhaps is just inclined to stir up emotionally intense situations, and as a result my life had felt like a whirlwind, some sort of strange carousel until I was forced to step off it in 2020. There’s no point getting into it, really. You’ve read Lucky Girl, so you get the gist.

I have to say thank you to my wonderful friends for being my biggest cheerleaders during this process. They hyped me up and listened to my every thought, proof read, problem solved and helped me to understand that it’s not embarrassing to do this, in fact it’s actually pretty cool to publish a story in this way. Grace & Sarah, thanks for letting me borrow from your lives as much as I borrowed from my own, and for talking in circles with me about everything and anything that came into our heads. I love you to bits ❤

Also to my partner, who never read this story, but tells his friends that his girlfriend wrote a book!! Who brought me tea and cooked me food while I was in a whirlwind of inspiration. He really just wanted me to come into the living room so that we could watch Succession, or White Lotus, or X Files, or whatever else we were binging during the last 15 months, but he never complained. “Ah, sims.” He’d say, and shut the office door.

To my first love and my teenage friends, who I think of all the time. Who embodied a time and a space that I’ll never inhabit again, but I’ll never forget any of it. I remember all of the places or the people who were around me while I lived out the end of my childhood, and when I revisit the places we used to go there are a thousand tiny snapshots of memory everywhere. Of these teenagers that don’t exist anymore, who are all entering their thirties now, of the time we had, the person I used to be and the inexplicable importance of those few short years. Nowadays when I’m there, on those beaches and in those woods I swear it’s like there’s a ghost there with me, and it’s me, the person I used to be. I’m reminded of the incredible distance I’ve come since fifteen.

To my readers most of all, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You really kept me going when it got tough and when it all felt too close to the bone, and I was a bit too freaked out to write. Your comments made this story such a wonderful experience and I’m so glad that I got to share it with you all. I still kind of can’t believe that so many people have read this thing – it’s bizarre. I really didn’t think a single person would care, but here we are. You’re all angels.

All my love,

Hannah.

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[jude-jespernumber1glazer]

Update this is how my bag looks like now yipeee 🥳

Closer look onto the badgeeees \>∆</ !! (android camera quality is total ass so sorry if uc snt see much 3:)

(Uhh credits to the awesome tfota and soc artists for this amazing fansrts 🤯 idk theres like too many fansrts form diffrent artidt on this back so yh 🗣️ )

[quillkiller]

alecto carrow?

ALECTO!!!!

favorite thing about them

nasty & mean radfem dyke .. 🤍🤍

least favorite thing about them

that she's not my nasty & mean girlfriend 😞

brotp

alecto & barty (saint's version)

otp

alectolily........ 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

notp

i was gonna say alecto with any man but im not immune to the carrowcest propaganda i fear :/

song i associate with them

[skoulsons]

Watching hopel scenes at 2am and crying blood sweat and tears