weighted blankets fuck so hard and are actually incredibly sexy and if you have one you should put it on me. right now. mountain of weighted blankets.
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As I lay on my bed I think "I would love to be crushed into a fine powder but a strong hug would also work"
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this drawing started off as tv crowley and aziraphale dressed like their book cover counterparts, but then I got carried away and it turned out... not being exactly that anymore 🤷🏻♀️
so... late 80s/early 90s au? (aka. literally the book lol)
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“He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.”
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I hear Peeta’s voice in my head. She has no idea. The effect she can have. Obviously meant to demean me. Right? But a tiny part of me wonders if this was a compliment. That he meant I was appealing in some way. It’s weird, how much he’s noticed me. Like the attention he’s paid to my hunting. And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either. The flour. The wrestling. I have kept track of the boy with the bread.
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I like them a lot, and this is the only time I have ever pulled off hatching I think.
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