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No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.

A Court of Mist and Fury, Sarah J. Maas

My weekend is gone, dedicated to satiating this question. But I feel no regrets other than any unwanted emotions this piece gives to you. I am so sorry. ❤️😖 Animation references: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNNAxCuaYoc https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ni_mS4cKPXY …and a bunch of Michael Phelps videos

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I’m dying I’m laughing so hard, this is fucking great

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All I’m going to see now when I re-read the books is the Illyrian dolphin kick...

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Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope—just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of candlelight, she was gone.

You deserved better.

I’ve had several paintings of Nehemia throughout the years, but only one I’ve finished. Each painting I tried to do, I just felt like never actually captured her. I’ve tried so many times to even come close to this beautiful, strong, amazing princess. I hope I did her some sort of justice.

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Prints of this on my Redbubble

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Beautiful.

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the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.

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No offense but being hit by a school bus would hurt less than the KoA excerpt

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She’s coming for our fucking lives with this book

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Petition for a fae warrior to hold me while I cry reading KoA

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Fandom: WE WANT KOA CONTENT!

SJM: :) have :) an :) excerpt :)

Fandom:

Fandom: tAKE iT baCk

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“The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you,” he lied. “One said he wanted to marry you.”

A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. “But you know what I told them? I said that they didn’t stand a chance in hell. Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”

He shrugged. “Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn’t it?”