#finally did a moodboard for this

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FIRE ON FIRE

Louis started to see that he might have underestimated him. And maybe it was time to admit that he made a mistake. Worse than Irene. Because he let himself see Harry as an innocent poor kid who needed to be saved. As the first person in this house that he had something more in common with than nights full of fucking. As someone who made him feel again after years of apathy and therefore managed to get into his heart and under his skin.

But as he looked at this bond by which he felt chained to the boy now, he saw what really hid behind it.

It was him who needed help. He was so desperate for it that he didn't realize he allowed himself to live in an alternate reality, forcing an image of a potential ally on the boy who may soon stab him in the back.

And Harry was probably prepared to use Louis' foolishness in his favour. He must have realized that he practically had him on a string and as soon as he found out what it did to Louis to feel some kind of connection - any kind, really -, he dived into the act unfailingly and adjusted to his desires very aptly to fish for some of his secret moves for lovemaking - those that made him the best - while he was using it on him.

Right now, Louis had to admit that if they played games, Harry's was simply better.

But the only thing Louis needed to take over was to start playing too.

OR:

Louis is renowned for his ability to bring men pleasure. He hates his job. But he does it the best because that is the only way to survive.

He never imagined that Irene, his madam, would ask him to teach his skills to anyone else, furthermore to a kid with no potential. But he has no choice than to obey.

He quickly discovers that innocence is far more dangerous than rotteness.

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THIS PART OF MY LIFE IS CALLED

CHAOS

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Happy dreaming

[wonflirtz]

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[little-pup-pip]

Hi!! I was just wondering if you could make a bumblebee moodboard? With lavender flowers if possible <3 gender neutral/any gender and I don't mind if you can't find a paci for it but I think it'd be cute. Thank you!!

Definitely!!

[thisischeri]

MSN iconography through 1999-2009

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[honeys-marmalade]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓰𝓸 🦋🪻

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻: @1indigoisles

[versusvirtuous]

Bridget and Ella but they're witches

[copiawife]

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝕴 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚? 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔

copiablair moodboard....2!

[okay to reblog! do not interact if you ship romantically with papa emeritus iv]

[alexturne]

moodboard for my fic "you've got control of everyone's eyes (including mine)"

pt. 5/5

[crunchyharold]

harold crime moodboard

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TASTES LIKE HEAVEN

Louis is probably having the shittiest day of his life when his mum calls him that he‘ll have to look after his siblings for a week.

But Harry’s day is even shittier: He dies and is told to do the same as Louis. WIP.

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daenerys Stormborn conquering King's Landing

I see a red door

And I want it painted black

No colors anymore

I want them to turn black

[courtillyy]

moodboard: bigb x cleo (wild life)

[little-pup-pip]

THEY'RE HERE!!! MY BOYS!!

[afterthegreatunknown]

The sixteen-year-old Cleo after the events of The Thistle of the Valley continues to work on her ink formula at Handkerchief Heights where Jake visits, alongside the former Association of Associates. Pip and Squeaks visit as much as Jake, for she’s the second person to know of their father’s death, and supports Jake’s decision to be their guardian, and helps out whenever she can.

Cleo honestly likes Handkerchief Heights more than her home of Ink Inc., and stayed there for eight years. She didn’t move out because she grew tired of it. It’s because Cleo after years of hard work, finally completed her ink formula. Cleo in her excitement, tells those of the former Association of Associates, and they hold a party of celebration.

However, a week before Cleo makes the official announcement, she got told of news of the City, of something that has yet to be made public, but will be soon enough. Anwhistle Aquatic, a place Cleo learned to be connected to Lemony Snicket and his organization, burned to the ground. Sensing that there’s smoke in the air (no pun intended), Cleo fears that her ink formula will be stolen away, and something worse will happen to her and her home.

Cleo ultimately decides that if the world wants an announcement, they’ll get one in the form of an engagement. Cleo one day before the announcement, tells Jake and the others of her worries and plan. Cleo then asks Jake if he’s okay with the idea of an engagement rather young. Jake tells her he would be fine with them in an engagement as seniors. Happy and touch by his answer, Cleo pulls out the ring that belonged to the man her grandmother Ingrid loved dearly, and proposes to Jake. The next day later, Cleo shows the world of her sweetheart.

Cleo always wanted a child (singular; one child is enough for her, thank you very much), so giving birth to Gustave has her crying tears of joy. Cleo is happy her son is interested in chemistry like her and his late great-grandmother, as well as knowledgeable (and he uses such knowledge to make the best cream soups). As such, Cleo has no fears of history repeating itself.

It’s only until years later, after a few months of the Hotel Denouement Fire, does Cleo reveal her ink formula, when hearing word that the organization Lemony Snicket was part of is gone, at least for the time being. Stain’d-by-the-Sea has gotten life back into it through tourism and other means. But that announcement properly brings the city back to its former glory, a feat that has Cleo thinking it would make her grandmother proud.

[blood-mocha-latte]

to the millionth degree

The metal of the jailhouse bars was cool against his lips. 

Their hands, clasped together and resting on the steel, seemed to generate the only warmth in the open, echoing room.

“Carwood,” He said, voice strained and shaking, hands warm and rough. “It’s not too late—”

“Of course it is,” Carwood cut him off. It was almost like they’d switched positions, in two years. Neither hunted nor hunter, neither loved nor lover, the same in the most opposite way. “It’s always been too late. Since… since the day I first saw you, it was too late.”

Dark eyes bore into his and barely wavered. Slender, calloused fingers tightened around his own before releasing them.

“Go.” Ronald Speirs said, and stepped further back into the cell. “Before I won’t let you.”

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