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[bees-sprees]

You Dont Do Things Like "Have Opinions"

[m4rs-ex3]

21 rayllum🗣️

21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)?

well there's callum's early mornings, of course. not that his appreciation for the crisp morning air or whatever doesn't go out the window when it means he can spend as much extra time as possible with her in bed but yk. his early bird side really shows when they actually do have something to get up for, and despite rayla's misery he ends up loving it even more, what with having to literally drag her out of bed (aka scoop her up) while she grumbles all adorably.

remember when we all had this idea that rayla would wake up super early for training and callum would be the sleeper-inner? and then season five came out? well honestly i can see rayla going through phases where she does that (i mean she did start assassin training at the crack of dawn since she was like 10). specifically i imagine sometime during her pregnancy (post morning-sickness but still when it gets her up early anyway) where she does a little something active in the morning. the non-pregnancy times, callum stays in bed a lot of the time (no matter how early you like to wake up no one likes to do it wholly against their will) even though he'll watch her get ready before he actually goes back to sleep. then sometimes he'll go with her to continue watching, maybe sketching some good action poses. and sometimes he'll properly join her and romantically charged sparring ensues. now when she was pregnant, he'd always go with her, just because. yk.

[christianstepmoms]

it's birth day! may it be happy

[bidet-of-evil]

hiii!!!! happy wednesdayyyy!!!!!!! your word is sloppy

Lan Zhan had broken protocol, had endangered the entire operation and nearly allowed a spy to breach Lightbearer security—all because Wei Ying had charmed him. It had been sloppy, unlike Lan Zhan. The very fact that Wei Ying had managed to charm him should have been cause for alarm.

[kvothes]

1, 11 , 19?✨ hope ur having a good summer btw!! I was yet again for a short moment ur scutual, already missing it.

as far as i am concerned you are always my scutual <3

book i’ve reread the most times: ooh i can’t exactly quantify, but books that i teach do rack up numbers because i read them twice a year, so lincoln in the bardo has to be up there for me

what nonfiction books do you like, if any? i do like nonfiction; i just wish i read it more! i like it was vulgar and it was beautiful by jack lowery, the other olympians by michael waters, and the missing of the somme by geoff dyer, to name a few

most disliked popular books? we’re selling so many of those dungeon crawler carl books in the shop and i admit i do not see the appeal whatsoever

[kuromisgh0st]

Pallet cleanser. Hope your day gets better.

[davypilled]

I got a monkees vinyl for my birthday 🥹✌️my friend got it for me yesterday we all cheered

[toburnup]

For kiss roulette

20. A rough kiss

Let’s do… Munver or Harringrove 😈

20. a rough kiss + harringrove (i tried munver but turns out i cannot write jason to save my life lmao)

Steve's in a bad mood. Billy can see it from a mile away, but finds some kind of thrill in poking at it like a bruise. Not quite flinching each time, but anticipating a reaction. It doesn't bother him when he doesn't get it, if anything, it makes him work harder for it. Practice went badly. Steve kept dropping passes, and didn't return the hollering like he usually does. So Billy stays on his heels when he leaves the court first, right into the locker room, working his thumb against the spot of purple he knows is there. "Tough go, Harrington," he says. He slaps him on the shoulder and his skin is warm, flushed. "Can't win 'em all." He can practically see Steve's shoulders rise as he says it. He's so close to saying something back, he can taste it. The next thing he tastes is the sharp sting of pain of biting his own tongue when Steve's hand shoots out and presses his shoulder against the empty lockers. He's breathing hard, and Billy tries to stop the smile from creeping up onto his face. He thinks Steve will tell him to shut his mouth. He's said it before, although usually a lot sooner than this. But Steve's eyes flicker to the door, Billy's following automatically. As if he'd get in trouble. As if Steve would care if he did. "You think..." Steve starts. His hand is still pressing into him, hard. Maybe he'll be the one left with the bruise. He feels each finger leave an indent, and then Steve leans in and kisses him. Almost hard enough that it hurts, Steve's nose digging into his cheek. But he crowds him against the locker and Billy's head knocks into the metal and he tastes Steve instead. "What—" Steve yanks himself away, throwing him a look before going to his locker. Billy stays where he is, too startled to do more than watch as Steve starts methodically peeling off his sweat-drenched clothes. "Gonna catch flies with your mouth hanging open," Steve says over his shoulder. Billy closes his mouth, and goes to his own locker. He touches his tongue to his bottom lip. He tastes sweat.

[kiss roulette]