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Jenny | she/her | SJ Maas has my soul | Multi- fandom | Ask me any literal shit you want to

[faedaimon]

Why did we stop with ballroom dances??? Like seriously to waltz around a room with a handsome stranger to classical music while others look at us with envy and after the music ends both of you with flushed cheeks, breathing fast, the sexual tension ; that was the shit.

[battling-my-demons]

It's not about you😊

[fallcaesar]

Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

“MUST BRING PRESENTS TO GOOD CHILDREN”

“Yes good”

“AND EAT THE BAD ONES”

“Wait no”

“EAT THEM”

“sasha no”

[tolkientrash]

@burstofhope the Christmas tiger is watching

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

She is making a list

It is not easy with her paws but she is making it

[iguanamouth]

shes almost here

[miscriont]

Okay fine this is the ONE Christmas thing I will reblog before Thanksgiving BUT THAT’S IT

[craptaztic]

SASHA’S BACK ON MY DASH!

[mace-from-outerspace]

Y’all better behave, you have two months

[aseriouscomedian]

You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

[morganofthewildfire]

hey i just saw a tiktok of a girl who asked a random guy she met at a halloween party to break her heart before taylor releases redtv and thought maybe it’d be a nice prompt

Everything Has Changed

this made me cackle, thanks for the prompt!

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Rowan didn’t want to be here. So of course he was, having been dragged to the party by his over exuberant roommate, Fenrys. He supposed as a new pledge for the fraternity, Fenrys had to be there, but he certainly didn’t have to bring Rowan along.

Rowan wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten in to be honest, but here he was, a crappy beer shoved in his hand as he hid in the corner. Karaoke was blaring from the living room, drunk girls and drunk guys singing to their friends and to each other. The sound would only be pleasant if he was as plastered as them.

He took another sip of his first drink, folding back into the shadows to avoid getting slammed into it as a group of girls passed, giggling about a boy one of them had talked to earlier at the party. At least that’s what he picked up on.

Rowan thought it was just like Fenrys to bring him here and then abandon him, leaving him to the wolves that made up Greek Life. He should’ve locked his door, should’ve barricaded it, to prevent this from happening.

Though he supposed he could just leave. Fenrys wouldn’t even know the difference. That was, until the guy needed a ride home and couldn’t find anyone. Then Rowan would never hear the end of it.

He sighed heavily, swirling his beer in his hand as the latest karaoke song ended, the screeching finally at a reprieve. That was, until he heard some raucous laughing and feedback on the microphone, and he knew it wasn’t over. Rowan was in the room over, so he couldn’t see who was in the living room, ready to sing their drunk heart out, but when the first few notes started playing, he groaned.

“I walked through the door with you,” some girl started singing, “the air was cold.” Her voice wasn’t good, it was croaky and cracking from the alcohol, and she was singing louder than the song called for. He knew, because he knew this song.

Taylor fucking Swift. A singer who Fenrys fucking Moonbeam had been obsessed with in the past month and a half, blaring her music in their dorm room at god awful hours of the night. She wasn’t a bad singer, and some of the songs were actually pretty good, but Rowan just hated the principle of it all. Why did he have to put up with his roommate’s ridiculous taste in music?

“But something about it felt like home somehow and I,” the girl was pouring her drunken heart into the singing, and it actually made the corner of his lip quirk up, even if it sounded terrible.

He took another sip of beer, frowning when he found the bottle empty. He didn’t think he’d drank that much, but apparently he had.

He needed it to put up with this bullshit.

The music was a bit more muted when he got into the kitchen, the half wall there offering a bit of a boundary. Not enough though, he still heard the girl’s singing as he dug into the cooler, pulling out another shitty beer. He didn’t even like beer, but he did like the alcohol in it.

He downed half of the bottle after popping off the lid, ignoring the exam he had to study for tomorrow. Another thing Fenrys had “forgotten”.

Rowan slid his phone from his pocket, leaning against the counter as he flicked open his music app, searching for the song she was singing.

All Too Well. That was it, one of Fenrys’ favorites.

He liked this version better.

The kitchen door swung open, a group of rowdy freshmen wandering in, jostling him as they went straight for the coolers. It allowed Rowan to get a glimpse out into the living room, a drunk blonde girl holding the mike as she put her all into the next words.

“AND MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION,” she shouted/sang, people in the crowd singing with her, “MAYBE I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH.”

He chuckled a bit as she nearly stumbled and fell, snagging her heels on the cord, but a warm feeling bloomed in his chest at the sight of her. She was gorgeous, he couldn’t deny that. But he just attributed it to the beer.

The freshman left the room, popping open their drinks and spraying them on each other, laughing and shoving. The door closed behind them, leaving him in the quiet again.

Out of curiosity, Rowan scrolled through the rest of the album the song was on, connecting the dots. That’s why it was so popular right now; there was something about it being rereleased? He didn’t really know why, or care, but he was sure he’d heard Fenrys blabbering about it before.

It didn’t take him long to switch apps, checking his email for any notifications before opening up his chem textbook on his phone. He might as well get some studying in while he could.

His brain was full of molecular geometry, and bonds, and double bonds, and trigonal bipyramidal compounds when the door slammed back open, stumbling footsteps sounding in his ears. He lifted a brow as he lifted his head up, meeting a surprising frown and desperate turquoise eyes that widened when they saw him.

But instead of leaving the way the girl came, the same girl who’d been singing to Rowan’s potential detriment, or maneuvering to get a drink, she moved surprisingly quickly and threw her arms around his waist. He jerked in shock, nearly dropping his beer as she looked up at him, the amount of drinks she’d had already clear in her cloudy eyes.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” She asked, and he nearly choked on nothing, her arms still in a vice grip around him.

“What?” He managed to get out, his hands lifted in an awkward suspended position, not knowing what to do with them.

“Just for a few days,” she said, like it offered any explanation. At his blank stare, she continued. “I need a boyfriend to break my heart before Red TV comes out.” She finally took a step back, almost falling again but righting herself using the counter. “I need to really relate to the emotions, you know?” He blinked. She took his beer out of his hand and gulped down a sip. “You’re gorgeous enough to do the trick.”

Rowan set his hands down on the counter, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. She was obviously out of it, but his cheeks still heated at the compliment. That same warm feeling took over his chest again.

He was saved from responding by his text alert going off, at least three times in a row. He looked down at the screen.

> Rowannnnn

> MY MAN WHERE ARE YOU

> Ur mssng the partayyy

“For fucks sake,” Rowan grumbled, and the girl propped her head up on an arm, looking curiously up at him.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, tilting her head and leaning into it a bit. “As your girlfriend I should know what’s disrupting your state of grace.” She wiggled her eyebrows, and he caught the pun, smiling a bit.

“Just my roommate,” he answered, shutting off his phone. “He dragged me here against my will.” She offered him his beer back and he took a big sip, draining the rest of the bottle and tossing it to the side.

“Well,” she said flirtatiously, “I guess I’m the lucky one then.” She giggled at her own joke this time, and Rowan huffed a laugh, finally glancing up at her face fully.

If he’d thought she was gorgeous before, she was blinding with a smile on her face. Her blue eyes were lit up with tipsy humor, her blonde hair thrown up into a sleek ponytail that framed her face, some freckles splattered across her nose. She was even wearing a red top, seemingly to celebrate the album, given all the puns.

“It all seems pretty treacherous doesn’t it,” Rowan replied, playing her game, and her face lit up with delight. “I could just leave now.”

She leaned in closer, like she was going to whisper a secret to him. “Well wouldn’t that just be tragic?” She said in a conspirator’s tone. “Dare I say beautiful and sad as well?”

Rowan chuckled, leaning in to match her. He was enjoying this. “Aren’t I supposed to be breaking your heart anyway?” Her eyes widened, like she’d already forgotten what she came in here for.

“You’re right!” She straightened a bit, feigning upset by shaking her head and crossing her arms. “If you leave, we are never getting back together. You can beg all you want but you’ve lost your chance.”

Rowan was laughing now, the sound escaping him at her face screwed up in pretend anger. “Well, I suppose I could just stay, stay, stay. Would that be better?”

She looked at him out of the side of her eye, her red painted lips quirking up in a half smile. “I knew you’d be trouble,” she said, and his brows raised, his finger coming up to point at her.

“Ah, that’s not the right name,” he joked, and her face fell as she realized. “You’ve lost the game.”

“No!” She said in joking outrage, slamming her hands on the counter as he broke down in laughter. “This is bullshit! It’s illegal! It’s - it’s heresy!” But she was smiling too and when she made a noise of anger, it had a heap of giggling in it.

She looked up at him again after a moment, her tone sly as she asked, “Can we at least begin again?”

And in that moment, smiling down at her, Rowan knew something deep in his soul. Everything has changed.

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[witching-by-the-willow]

Shhh come here *starts whispering* do you think Sara would like these?

*still whispering* I plan on buying these for her for christmas but you CAN'T tell anyone about this, okay? Just our secret

OH HO HO. MER.

LIKE IT? SHE WOULD MARRY YOU IF YOU SHOW HER THIS.

If she doesn't, I DEFINITELY WILL.

OH MY GOD, I WANT THEM. 🤌

I know you said "our secret", but I am in the mood to play matchmaker, SO. @ssardothien SARA. Look how thoughtful of an enemy you have. ✨

NOW KISS.

@evolving-dreamer @positivewitch @bookologist @lysandra-ghost-leopard @brekkersfeed COME HERE BESTIES, QUICK. You don't want to miss this!

[ssardothien]

OH 👀👀👀

Don't tell Mer, but I think these shoes are fabolous, and I can think of at least one occasion to wear them 💃🏼

Do you guys think she would dance with me if I wore these for Christmas Eve?? 👀👀👀

[witching-by-the-willow]

YES YES YES I WOULD MAKE SURE SHE DOES. 😌

And no, I will not keep this a secret either. @lost-in-fictionn LOOK MER. SARA WANTS YOU TO DANCE WITH HER.

Don't forget to invite me and the rest of our mutuals gang/matchmakers to the ball, hmm besties?

[brekkersfeed]

OMG OMG OMG SAMER DANCING TOGETHER 😍

STOP I’M GOING TO CRY😭😭 MAYBE A KISS UNDER THE MISTLETOE?! CROSSING MY FINGERS

AND YES, MAKE SURE TO INVITE US

[evolving-dreamer]

SaMer slow dancing the tango version of Toxic with these🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 @ssardothien @lost-in-fictionn

Ask @swiftiediaz for a dance class if you must

[lysandra-ghost-leopard]

I'll bring my camera so i can record the whole dance and then make a presentation on why Samer should definitely end up together (tw: the presentation will include screenshots of tumblr)

[edelvicess]

hi everyone in case you were having a good day I would just like to remind you that Sam Cortland

[prrcyjacksons]

Welp. Must summon friends to be sad with @polaroidsintheocean @lysandra-ghost-leopard @ssardothien @evolving-dreamer @xunxunny

[tessasclockworkangel]

Am I a person? Or am I just a bunch of my favorite quotes glued together?

[decafetherealki]

I think it would be funny if they had that typical “I said ALL your weapons” scene kinda like they did in the show with Inej but multiple times and it periodically becomes more and more ridiculous with the amount of weapons she carries

She takes off her twenty knives but then the person is like “come on, I said all of them” and from absolutely nowhere she pulls out a Glock.

Jesper: is that mine?

Inej: Kaz was teaching me how to steal

Kaz:

[lady-of-the-spirit]

What appeals to me about whump: an incomplete list

[kaz-brekker-didnt-need-a-reason]

yeah

[grishaverse-incorrectquotes]

Genya: what’s the worst decision you’ve ever made while drunk?

Alina: i don’t mean to brag but i don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions

[faedaimon]

‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’ applies more to people than it does to actual books. Cuz you bet I’m going to look for the prettiest cover edition of a book available when buying it.

[inthetags]

Reblog and put in the tags how you would die if your URL predicted your death

[bakwaaas]

When are you going back to work?

do I owe you rent or something

[froglegsz]

this next cup of coffee will fix me

[froglegsz]

im worse now

[gondolin-but-not-forgottenlin]

Jude: Have you had dinner?

Cardan: Of course!

Cardan: I had a salad

Cardan: A fruit salad, actually

Cardan: With a lot of grapes

Cardan:....just grapes

Cardan: Fermented grapes

Jude:....

Caradn:...

Caradn: Wine. I had wine for dinner

[lysandra-ghost-leopard]

Aaron Blackford can step on me thank you very much