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[huntresscaraquinn]

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“I’m sorry,” Cara replied with a small shake of her head, “I’m just not sure what I can do to help.”

[xlikeidontevenexist-blog]

You are the best. XD

let me know how i’m doing with my muse/writing!         

@i-am-made-of-stars

The very best that no one ever was?? *SHOT* XD

But thank you!! I doubt that I’m the ‘best’ in the literal sense of the word, but I’m glad you enjoy my portrayal regardless! <3

[buggeredson-a]

"Long live the king!"

♛   𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩   ♛

It was always amusing, watching them react to the great big lecture hall--and slowly realize it would only be the handful of them in the class. They tended to huddle a little closer together, even the ones that liked to stand out and remain academically aloof throughout the semester.It’s a very human impulse, that.

The clack of his shoes echoing through the near-empty auditorium brought conversation to an stuttering stop, voices dropping off into silence as he approached them from the back of the room. Let them look their fill, and all. He’d gone out of his way to create an air of mystery for himself on campus, to plant rumours in dorm rooms and study halls, whispers of strange assignments, never anything concrete--for content, that is.

Only teaches graduates.Tenureds are afraid of him.People change after his class!I hear half of his students drop out of school completely after the first week.Nothing that could be proven, but quite a bit of damning talk.

“Well--hello, darlings,” he said with a smirk, addressing the small congregation of students before him. “Have we all gotten settled, then?”

[dawnofthehuldra]

I might delete this later, but it's so cool. I was drunk taking this picture and it's okay. Like I've got everything important in the shot and it's not blurry. Idk I'm super proud of this. #galaxychest #igotstarsonmychest #iammadeofstars

[actually-my-name-is-samandriel]

It was Friday night and a few of Sama friends wanted to have some fun. They’d gone to Robert’s house where they’d met up with Kelly, James, and Emily. They’d done a bit of drinking and then James had decided that it could be fun to check out the haunted shack on Brock Street. After a bit of disagreement about whether it was a good idea, they all found themselves walking up to the house in the dark with flashlights. Samandriel was a bit nervous, but he didn’t want to be the one who chickened out. A lot of people had said a lot of different things about the shack. It was hard to separate the rumours from the truth. No one was even sure if anyone had even gone into the house. 

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[thenotsoinfamousthirdson]

Emily wants to know what Adam thinks of a cure for lycanthropy. If he thinks it is possible, for instance. Why? Because Em is very random. Emily is also curious what AtE Adamandriel do in their relationship. Do they kiss? Do they have sex? She doesn't know. It's none of her business. But she wonders.

“I guess in theory it could be possible. A lot of it depends on how the ‘illness’ is spread. Like if it is a genetical mutation, then enough modification to the opposite direction should help with that, although it would be far from safe. So yes, it could be possible, but in practice a (safe) cure is likely far from our current reach and knowledge.”

“And what comes to the second part, there’s mainly cuddles and occasional kisses, although I fail to see how that’s that interesting.”

[falkenar-a]

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    𝓓ead leaves crushed under Alistair’s shoes as he walked through a forest. The snow from the winter had melted away and the weather was changing. As the old leaves from the previous year lay on the forest floor, the buds on the trees began to grow. As the foliage around him was still in the beginning stage of growing, it didn’t give for a very good cover if he needed to hide. Despite being surrounded by trees, he did feel rather exposed. Luckily, he possessed a tracking ability which enabled him to sense the objects and people around him to vast distances.  As he walked through the forest, he sensed that something felt off. Almost as if he was being watched. Focusing his attention, he was able to narrow down their position. West of where he was standing, a fair distance away. But a decent distance to keep watch on him. He turned to face the direction of the intruder, before taking a few steps back towards one of the trees. “-- Who’s there?”

[samswiinchesters-archive]

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     ‘ You went to Stanford--? ’

It had been so long, and felt like another lifetime away, his college days. It became such that he didn’t speak of it very much at all.