Alicent: *holds a knife she eventually cuts Rhaenyra with, yammering on about duty and expectations and Rhaenyra finding a way to trample all over her duty without consequences, blah blah blah*
No one:
Me: .............you thought you could slip that "pretty" in there and we wasn't gon peep that gay ass shit, Alicent lol
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you're the risk (i'm gonna take it)
Summary:
Clarke and Bellamy first meet when they make an eighteen-hour road trip to Chicago, when he tells her men and women can't be friends. They spend the next ten years debating the issue.
or, the When Harry Met Sally AU no one asked for
The move to New York is a good thing. It’s the specific kind of “daring” that Clarke has found works best for her: calculated, and only a little impulsive. But it still feels exciting, telling all of her friends that she’s moving to New York after graduation. She sort of feels like she’s trying on a new personality for size, but she thinks it could work for her.
When Lincoln mentions he has a friend who is also heading to New York after graduation and that they should carpool, Clarke is mostly grateful for it. The eighteen hours was feeling a bit ambitious to attempt on her own, but she also doesn’t know this Bellamy Blake at all. Lincoln is a good judge of character, and he’s quiet and polite and funny in a sort of sardonic way, so she anticipates Bellamy Blake being similar.
Instead, she pulls up in front of his dorm less than twenty-four hours after graduation, and sees his lips attached to a pretty dark-haired girl’s. His hand is lodged in her hair, and the girl is moaning, as if it isn’t eleven o’clock in the morning and they are in broad daylight.
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Tbh even if playing duskmourne sucks, the aesthetic and story kick so much ass and it's such a perfect transition into halloween times that i feel like i'm going to look back on it so fondly for years to come
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i wonder if theres ... dead block........ fanfiction ............./////
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head empty, daydreaming about leaving everything behind and falling in love with jake lockley.
@softanon understands how badly i'm down for that man.
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im fine (is still thinking about the bend sinister fic)
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hey guys, what if we did an indefinite full social media—hell, a full smartphone blackout! that would really stick it to the man, they’d have no idea what hit em! (i am trying so hard to get you to breathe the outside air)
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"I feel safe under that weight. Maybe its because I know we can carry it now"
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@tobeblamed fuck me up , honestly .
nell let out a shaky breath before dialing the number that had reached her through a friend of a friend of someone that had once heard something else from someone else, that maybe he could help her and her family . the car was cold even with the heating on , and her breath made soft white clouds that quickly faded . the phone rang until it came to a connection , and nell spoke warily . " --- hello ? is this john winchester's number ? "
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I'm also not salty at all that the undergrads/first year masters who streamlined into it are much more touched up on their chemistry.
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dannycolleenmisty: strangers to reluctant partners to friends to best friends to spiritual soulmates to lovers
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