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the look you share with bestie after realizing your characters are the only ones to not get a happy ending
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the look you share with bestie after realizing your characters are the only ones to not get a happy ending
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and what if I said the reason why so much of the fandom discourse in the acotar fandom exists is because sarah j maas isn’t that good of a writer and the debates exist against what her probable intentions were because she didn’t give the spaces the proper depth
carlos is paired with lewis for the press conference yet again (yay they’re cute) and i need to know which fia official refuses to let charlos be gay in a press conference
I don’t usually care for ✨WAG Watch✨ unless the players themselves post about their partners but.
1) I’m sorry Elliot I severely underestimated your game
2) …Fabian core
How do you think Celeste would react to Anzu and Gabe? :3
Tease him relentlessly because she knows he has a type. It’s women who could crush him with her heel. And she is just that.
But she’d be supportive and would also be like you hurt my big bro…I’d say I’d kill you but I think you’d kick my ass
Do you say 'snowjoy' or 'greysnow' ?????
The nights of the human world feel strange.
The noise dies down significantly and something inside of him feels wrong. He is vigilant for a while; listening in to any noise and studying every shadow. He find nothing. No one is hunting him. Nothing threatens his shelter. It is safe. But, sleep still does not come easily.
He lies in a bed for the first time in a very long time, feels the cool, clean sheets against his skin, and the soft pillow underneath his head. It is not comforting or relaxing, no matter how many times he turns, what he tries to think of, and how long he lies there with his eyes closed.
Vergil walks downstairs carefully, trying to avoid waking anyone else. His initial thought is to sit down and read until he feels like passing out, but as he settles in his brother’s so called office, he fails to concentrate.
The place is a mess.
The fact in itself would be nothing new to him, but it is not the kind of mess his brother would leave when he’d fetch some toys and leave the rest lying around or when he couldn’t be bothered putting them away later on, piling them on top of one another, along with candy wrappers and other junk.
That was carelessness of a child who could not be bothered with chores because he was having too much fun.
This was different.
Oppressive. Destructive. Practically abandoned.
Vergil put down the book for now. It was difficult to decide where to even start. The clock showed 2:30 am and he had plenty of time before the others woke up, it would be a shame to waste it.
Opening the windows was a must. The place had not been aired out in forever, and judging by the dusty blinds, hadn’t seen any natural light, either. The bottles and boxes of junk food housed a moderate colony of cockroaches. They were disposed off with great disgust and his gloves went into the garbage bin once the last of the boxes were thrown out.
It was still a mess, but marginally less disgusting.
The carpets were not salvageable at this point, besides, Vergil would certainly pick out better ones, later. He did not want to move the furniture, to avoid making too much noise, so he let them be, for now.
He could not bear throwing out any books, even if some of them were in terrible condition. Vergil sorted through them and returned most of them to the shelves, while putting away the ones that were too ruined, in a box. Maybe, he could work on restoring pieces of them, if he was to stay there.
Dante’s paperwork was worthy of a pyre, if he was being quite honest. Still, he went through everything and saved the ones that looked even remotely important.
By the time he pushed the final stack of papers into one of the drawers of the now sparkling clean wooden desk, Vergil realized it was getting light outside. After several sleepless nights and the tasks he had just performed, he felt a little worn out, but he decided to stay up and do a few more things; such as putting that poor plant out of its misery.
Upstairs was a nightmare for another day.
I can’t explain my thought process but I ship you with racer
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