Mr. Darcy Proposal #1: It is an honour and a privilege to be loved by me.
Mr. Darcy Proposal #2: It is an honour and a privilege to be loved by you.
The sexiest pronoun change in the English language.
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saw a really cool old looking chevy truck on the road and got so turned on i almost missed my green light
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Plein Sud leather bra with extra long front tie straps, Chantal Thomass micro-thong and self-made leather bikini with long tie straps
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So this is just a heads up to every one out there there some scammers here
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They both come to agreement for servicesc to be provided then get you to send partial payment then last last you hear from them for few hours then they asking for more money for flat tire or some bullshit. As nd that the only thing you are going to get out of either on of these 2 pieces of shit
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Freeform is trying SO HARD to get me to ship Jallie and it ain't happening
You can't give me Calron and Callimena back to back and then follow it up with her falling for a conservative corporate lawyer
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Timeloop au snippet
The arrow that caught Elain might have been Hybernian. It might, fletched in shining black, have come from the Night Court’s hands. What mattered- what stopped everything in sick, numb horror, was that the iron and ash barbed bolt went right through her.
The Archeron sisters, the same in this always: dead, or fae.
Fae just long enough to die again.
Feyre wailed, but Nesta- Nesta, Cauldron water dripping, catching unreal silver off her ruined nightdress, more flame than person, the wind abruptly screaming in this airless, trap of a palace- Nesta grabbed the first soldier who approached her, and ripped his head clean off.
“No,” Nesta said, dropping the skull like it was nothing, sick sound of flesh and bone on cold, wet stone eerily familiar. She looked up, through it- Hybern wounded, frozen in fascination. Tamlin bound, Rhysand on the floor, Feyre weeping in his arms- looked past them all like none of them were real, and found Lucien.
“Not like this,” Nesta hissed, a silver-eyed fury, blood splatter stippled so thickly across her face and neck it was dripping.
He thought he might have winnowed. He certainly didn’t bother to walk, waste the time.
“I’m going,” Nesta said, absolutely sure, rocking back a step.
Not alone- not if he could help it- not- Lucien didn’t need to say it, much less try to stop it. He was already reaching, she was already there, taking both his hands. A question, silent, raised on her upturned face, eyes searching his expression.
Lucien squeezed back, as much as Nesta’s sheer grip would allow.
“Not like this,” he agreed, quiet, and leaned it.
She made it quick.
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