#girllllllllllll

[ratatatastic]

AND GUESS WHICH DIVA TOOK MISS STANLEY FLYING BEFORE THE TEAMMATE WHOS LITERALLY FAMED FOR FLYING AIRPLANES AND DOING NOTHING BUT THAT COULD DO SO BECAUSE HIS CUP DAY IS ON THE 17TH???

OH YOU GUESSED IT. THIS. DIVA. the face of a man who knows hes about to get a whiny phonecall soon about stolen ideas and is gonna relish in it...

Forsy Cup Day | 8.2.24 (x)(x)(x)

AND A BONUS GUESS WHICH DIVA IS SMOOCHING IN THE COCKPIT???? YEAH BABEY. THIS ONE 🫵

[wulfhalls]

Terrible thought. What if Rhaenyra's end is a mirror of Alicent facing down Rhaenys in the coronation? Each of them stepping forward to defend their Aegon. Terrified, but their son is more important than their own fear. Accepting their fate. Except where Alicent got only the threat and the roar, Rhaenyra gets... that.

ur paying for my fucking therapy

[hatchetation]

well as long as lucy likes the wig that's all that matters 😭😂 wig gate is finally over (even tho the wig wasnt even awful)

lucy said "tell me more about your canadian bakery babe 😉🥵😜"

[hlpd]

does your back hurt from carrying western kkss fandom

LMFAOOOOOOOO

[saintcolumbiformes]

I know for certain my library has multiple copies of wha so why in the world is it not showing up in the catalog when I search for it

[blacknighted]

@spiritdreamt asked: you feel like home to me. / PROMPTS FOR TOUCHED STARVED MUSES: still accepting.

"Head still ringing?" Outside, the crickets chirrup in the crisp December night.

God. She has this gift, Henry realizes, to let spill perhaps the most upending musings -- or not spill, not quite, as though a crack in a barrel or a fault in a wineskin. Rather, it's like she's raining them mindlessly, foisting them and foisting them till it'd wade to his skull, and there, they would candy them tender like fruits in the sunshine. Or dewdrops. When when he looks at her, gone soppy are his hopes and his mounting dreams.

But, no, she can't be aware of that, can she now, this creature?, of all that...love and the yearning she has so offered him thusly. It's impossible. It's how love goes in them storybooks, don't they? The girl never quite knows her power and sway.

"Have gone and lowered your standards, have you, ma'am? Taking to roughing it in ratty inns and worn, thin bedding?" He smiles. It's a jest -- or perhaps not. Either way, he throws his travel blanket onto the single bed in the humble inn-room and looks to her. He'll take the chair, and and this day had been fraught. "All ready for you. Not like them downs you've got back in that mighty castle of yours, but it should keep the chill from you."

[irritablewench]

emerald fennel when i catch you bitch!!!

[wulfhalls]

https://x.com/FilmUpdates/status/1896111776024215845?t=1fvQLoDLF8uzh0M6QLF4Ow&s=19

i can't do this anymore

*roman roy crying voice* can we get her out