LORDE HARD FEELINGS, 2017
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LORDE HARD FEELINGS, 2017
our shadows still dance on that hill,
via
wanting is deeply humiliating so ive decided that i dont need anything ever again
Sorry i texted back so quickly! My phone was just in my hand. And also i want you
i LOVE BEING IN BED !!!!!! i love being all cuddly and warm and curling up into a ball and feeling tiny !!!!! this is what lifeβs about !!!!!!!!!!!
rip kavinsky you wouldβve loved vaping
AWOLNATION // Hollow Moon (Bad Wolf) // Run
Motherfucker, Iβll be back from the dead soon; Iβll be watching from the center of the hollow moon. Oh my God - I think I mightβve made a mistake, Waiting patiently was waiting taking up space, We are waiting taking up space.
never met a man who gets it like you do
βSo,β Blue said to him over their morning breakfastβ yogurt for her, the fruity dregs for him, plus a mug the size of a small butter churn full of black coffee to prepare her for a long day at the public defendersβ office. βI think you should have sex with Ronan.βΒ
βWhat.β Gansey replied, softly owlish in his wireframes with all his muscles out, shirtless at the table that in the mornings he called the breakfast nook but was actually just the table they ate all their meals on.
βBlue said I should sleep with Ronan.β Gansey said, ignoring the looks he drew from the surrounding gym-goers. He bounced around from gym to gym, never quite finding one to call his own haven of fitness. Today it was Mega Muscle, and Gansey was on the rowing machine with his AirPods in. Heβd paused the podcast he was listening to about obscure Aztec mythology to answer Henryβs call.Β
Never one to miss a beat, Henry responded cheerfully. βI think thatβs a great idea. Can I have your car after Parrish murders you for stealing his boyfriend?βΒ
βDo you think Adam would mind?β Gansey asked later that night from where he was enjoying the afterglow with his cheek pressed to Blueβs belly, his mouth wet from her slick, laying in the wet spot heβd created from grinding against her softly-furred shin. Blueβs fingers didnβt pause as they raked gently through the hair sheβd just been clutching for dear life.Β
βHe doesnβt mind.β She yawned, the kind of exhausted she only got when she was in the middle of a big case, riding on caffeine and righteous fury to victory.Β
There were many things Gansey could ask at this point, but instead he kissed his palm and stretched it up vaguely towards her face. He smiled when she caught him by the wrist to smear the kiss across her mouth.Β
βI love you.β He murmured, and felt settled in his skin. He went through stretches like this, where the constant thrum of run away run away run away was smothered down for months at a time. Otherwise it was an always-there flutter that needed soothing with the harsh rock of Blueβs hips and the feeling of her hand firm on the back of his neck.Β
βI love you.β Blue slurred, and then was asleep, snoring softly. Gansey rolled off of her but didnβt go far, curving his body around her more diminutive one and closing his eyes.Β
The post-orgasm syrup pumping through his veins made him looser, more languid. It was easier to fall asleep like this, and unlike Ambien, it didnβt make him want to die in the morning when he woke up with cottonmouth in a cold sweat.Β
It wasnβt as if heβd never thought about it.Β
Okay, well, no. That was a lie.Β
Heβd never thought about it, just known somewhere that he couldβve put Ronan on his knees at any time, in any place. The sort of powerful knowing that made him reckless in the teeth, the claws.Β
Heβd grown up and out, somehow becoming exactly what heβd always thought he never would get to beβΒ
happy.Β
never met a man who gets it like you do
βSo,β Blue said to him over their morning breakfastβ yogurt for her, the fruity dregs for him, plus a mug the size of a small butter churn full of black coffee to prepare her for a long day at the public defendersβ office. βI think you should have sex with Ronan.βΒ
βWhat.β Gansey replied, softly owlish in his wireframes with all his muscles out, shirtless at the table that in the mornings he called the breakfast nook but was actually just the table they ate all their meals on.
βBlue said I should sleep with Ronan.β Gansey said, ignoring the looks he drew from the surrounding gym-goers. He bounced around from gym to gym, never quite finding one to call his own haven of fitness. Today it was Mega Muscle, and Gansey was on the rowing machine with his AirPods in. Heβd paused the podcast he was listening to about obscure Aztec mythology to answer Henryβs call.Β
Never one to miss a beat, Henry responded cheerfully. βI think thatβs a great idea. Can I have your car after Parrish murders you for stealing his boyfriend?βΒ
βDo you think Adam would mind?β Gansey asked later that night from where he was enjoying the afterglow with his cheek pressed to Blueβs belly, his mouth wet from her slick, laying in the wet spot heβd created from grinding against her softly-furred shin. Blueβs fingers didnβt pause as they raked gently through the hair sheβd just been clutching for dear life.Β
βHe doesnβt mind.β She yawned, the kind of exhausted she only got when she was in the middle of a big case, riding on caffeine and righteous fury to victory.Β
There were many things Gansey could ask at this point, but instead he kissed his palm and stretched it up vaguely towards her face. He smiled when she caught him by the wrist to smear the kiss across her mouth.Β
βI love you.β He murmured, and felt settled in his skin. He went through stretches like this, where the constant thrum of run away run away run away was smothered down for months at a time. Otherwise it was an always-there flutter that needed soothing with the harsh rock of Blueβs hips and the feeling of her hand firm on the back of his neck.Β
βI love you.β Blue slurred, and then was asleep, snoring softly. Gansey rolled off of her but didnβt go far, curving his body around her more diminutive one and closing his eyes.Β
The post-orgasm syrup pumping through his veins made him looser, more languid. It was easier to fall asleep like this, and unlike Ambien, it didnβt make him want to die in the morning when he woke up with cottonmouth in a cold sweat.Β
never met a man who gets it like you do
βSo,β Blue said to him over their morning breakfastβ yogurt for her, the fruity dregs for him, plus a mug the size of a small butter churn full of black coffee to prepare her for a long day at the public defendersβ office. βI think you should have sex with Ronan.βΒ
βWhat.β Gansey replied, softly owlish in his wireframes with all his muscles out, shirtless at the table that in the mornings he called the breakfast nook but was actually just the table they ate all their meals on.
βBlue said I should sleep with Ronan.β Gansey said, ignoring the looks he drew from the surrounding gym-goers. He bounced around from gym to gym, never quite finding one to call his own haven of fitness. Today it was Mega Muscle, and Gansey was on the rowing machine with his AirPods in. Heβd paused the podcast he was listening to about obscure Aztec mythology to answer Henryβs call.Β
Never one to miss a beat, Henry responded cheerfully. βI think thatβs a great idea. Can I have your car after Parrish murders you for stealing his boyfriend?βΒ
never met a man who gets it like you do
βSo,β Blue said to him over their morning breakfastβ yogurt for her, the fruity dregs for him, plus a mug the size of a small butter churn full of black coffee to prepare her for a long day at the public defendersβ office. βI think you should have sex with Ronan.βΒ
βWhat.β Gansey replied, softly owlish in his wireframes with all his muscles out, shirtless at the table that in the mornings he called the breakfast nook but was actually just the table they ate all their meals on.
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They're never going to be here again.
[AKA, Sirius returns to 12 Grimmauld Place for one more fight with his mother; James catches Regulus spying. This has been building for a long time. It's time for one last confrontation, all around.]
drug blood x3
just dudes being bros
bro whyβd you reblog that 500 times
It wasnβt working when I hit post but actually it was and so I didnβt know until just now I did that π I fixed it tho.
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a Merlin/Arthur au
by @brophigenia
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in the morning
waking up to terrible sunlight
***
βThere is nothing but you and I.β Merlin whispered, magic-drunk and full up of love.
It was untrue. There was everything between themβ duty and honor, Camelot and Guinevere, what they wanted to do and what they must do.
Arthur didnβt point this out. They both knew it well enough.
Instead he cupped his hands over Merlinβs overlarge ears, stared steadily into Merlinβs eyes, and let his heart beat for them both.
***
when you talk you
hardly even look in my eyes