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when hozier said ’there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin’ and when shakespeare said ’how sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame’ it’s like… i don’t even remember what i was going to say i need to have a mental breakdown first

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and radclyffe hall saying ‘if our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours’ should not to be forgotten also

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hades explaining that he’s the god of the dead, not the god of death

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Thanatos explaining that he’s the god of death, not hades

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Thanatos explaining that it applies to animals too

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poseidon explaining that he is the god of the sea

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What to do if your book’s too big: an alignment chart

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Just to clarify, Marta Minujín is a SHE. The first time she did this idea was in 1983 with the end of the military dictatorship and the return of democracy in our country. It has always been a powerful piece and as a librarian I just love it.

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“you think you’re the one who gets to kill me?” fghjvkfkkd

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Trying to match this energy

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it is 3 in the goddamn morning and i rolled out of bed to this holy fuck

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Glass of Supervicious Fluid

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a fine vintage

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Take a fucking sip babes

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I like how super cruel this fluid is

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“You.” The hero pointed at the villain.

“Me? I didn’t… I didn’t kill them.” They scowled at the dead ambassador’s body, sprawled on the wool carpet. “I can’t stand the sight of blood.”

“This was meant to be a dinner where we established peace,” the hero said angrily.

“Then why don’t we figure this out together, hm? If you’re so inclined to cooperate.”

Suddenly, the lights went out. Again. Both the hero and the villain stiffened, knowing that somebody else would be dead by the time they turned on.

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@scrawl-your-heart-out tysm for the prompt!

“Take my hand,” urged the villain.

“Excuse me?”

“Take my hands,” they whispered again, pushier this time. The hero hesitantly reached out, and the villain interlaced their fingers with their own.

The hero’s cheeks heated. That was one reason to be thankful for the lack of lighting. “What, scared of the dark?”

“No, idiot, I’m proving that neither of us is the killer.” Then, quieter, “I’m proving to myself that you’re not the killer. That I can trust you, just a little.”

Their cheeks flared hotter. Oh, this was the last thing they needed. “This proves nothing to me,” they snapped. “I know full well what you’re capable of, how many hands you have on your side. Just because yours are occupied with mine, doesn’t mean your henchmen aren’t turning their talents to assassination elsewhere.”

“They’re not henchmen,” the villain chided. “Spies would be more accurate.”

“Knives in the dark?” the hero added pointedly. The villain’s hands were soft and delicate, every knuckle protruding. They fought down the urge to go soft, dug their nails in instead. “You can’t fool me.”

“Shame, that.” The villain squeezed gently, their blinding half-smile almost visible in the darkness. “Would make my life much easier.”

“I do not live to make anything easy for you.”

“Except the view,” they replied, and oh there was a full smile, radiant and on the edge of glowing. “You do tend to make that easier on the eyes.”

They did not blush. They did not. “You’re an improvement on the blood and bodies at least.”

“How charming.” The villain paused, then raised their voice. “Everyone pair off. One Relian to every Tarai, clasp hands or hold wrists. Don’t let go until the lights come back on. I want to know immediately if anyone so much as loosens their grip. Am I understood?”

Murmurs of assent rose in both languages, and shuffling sounds filled the room. The hero scowled. Goddess, they hated how persuasive the villain was.

Of course, their persuasiveness was why this tentative peace had been sprung in the first place. How the fountain of all that was unholy had talked them all into a ceasefire, the hero didn’t know. Perhaps these sudden deaths were the punishment for promising pacts with their prophesied nemesis.

“Why the scowl, hero?”

“I’m considering which cell will best hold you when the lights come up.

The villain tutted. “Now now, that doesn’t sound very peaceable of you.”

“Murdering people isn’t very peaceable of you!”

The villain’s smile dropped for the first time. “I told you, it’s not me. I genuinely abhor the sight of blood, can’t stand dead bodies. Why do you think all my conquests have been through bribery, flattery, coup, and alliance?”

That…was actually true. Not for the first time, dismay fluttered in the hero’s chest. Was this dinner the villain’s first step in conquering their own nation? “That doesn’t fill me with confidence either.”

“Difficult to please, hmm? That’s alright, I’m an expert at giving pleasure.” They winked, tongue caught between their teeth. “As I’m more than willing to demonstrate.”

The hero’s blush dipped right down to their collarbones. “This is ridiculous,” they hissed. “I am not touching you while you insult my devotion to my goddess. Let me go.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean-“

“I don’t care what you meant, let me go! You murder our ambassador, shut down the lights, make up excuses to hold my hands, and insinuate that you want to do- want to do deprived things to me! I won’t have it! I shouldn’t have let you in here in the first place-“

“Hero-“

“No, you can’t convince me otherwise, your pretty words won’t-“

“Hero,” they snapped, “shut up. Another body just dropped.”

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not only did they hold hands but they haven’t let go yet

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me: it’s not realistic to expect the type of love depicted in movies and stories, they function on an idealized notion of love that has a quick deus ex machina for situations that would require entire lifetimes to solve in real life

me, when Mr Darcy has to flex his hand after briefly holding Elizabeth’s hand in Pride and Prejudice (2005):

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WHEN CHARACTERS WAKE UP IN A HOSPITAL BED AND THEN PROCEED TO RIP OUT THEIR IVS

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Made more of my Allergy Relief herbal blend, I really should just make a huge jar of this because I use it so often and it works so well??

It has nettle leaf, elderflower, elderberry, gingko leaf, holy basil, and peppermint and IT’S SERIOUSLY A LIFE SAVER IF YOU HAVE REALLY BAD ALLERGIES LIKE ME

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This blend has saved me yet again! Though I added ginger for the Extreme nasal congestion pain that accompanied this most recent allergy attack. My friend was over and was surprised at how quickly it alleviated my symptoms 👍

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@itsteatimelovely here’s the instructions from up in the notes somewhere :)

I hope it works out for you, but definitely look up these herbs to make sure they’re ok for you personally and that they don’t interact with any medication you’re taking (including psychiatric meds or birth control!)