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women need to get more annoying & meaner & evil. it's good for our society

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Ody baby

The best quality a fictional man can have is being deeply, pathetically, wretchedly in love with someone, I think

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happy 12 year anniversary to the most memorable event in tumblr history

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not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual

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What the media won't show

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If the chance of punishment is the only thing stopping you you're a predator like a law shouldn't be why you don't assault children it should be your brain saying that's bad

When men say "ummm actually the age of consent is 16 in some places" they should get shot immediately

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You guys, this is a gwynriel account. Here, I'm gonna talk about them together and individually. I'm gonna share my interpretations. If you ship something different, that's fine, I don't care - but that means here is not your place. To me, it's pretty obvious Gwyn and Az are endgame and it's pretty obvious Az and other characters won't happen. And I'm not willing to argue about this; everything you wanna say to me in order to defend your point of view, I've already heard. My beliefs haven't changed up until now and they won't :)

respectfully.

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Like the things you like ignore the things you don't 

elriel this and gwynriel that GUYS PLS WE’RE GROWN PEOPLE AND THEY DON’T EXIST STOP BULLYING PEOPLE WHAT THE HELL????

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Can you hear us? Can you feel what we’re going through? Fear. Hunger. Death. A never-ending siege. The silence of the world hurts as much as the bombs.

We're crying out to your humanity—please don't look away. Speak about us. Stand with us. We're not okay. We're trying to survive.

This is not a nightmare. It's our reality.

Don't forget us. Do something—anything. Share. Donate. Repost. Help keep us alive.

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all my homies support Palestine and if you don't fuck off

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Lavender Rain

CHAPTER ONE PREVIEW

summary: preview of something I've had in drafts for years not concrete enough of a plot but wanted to test the waters! This is just the first half of the first chapter if anyone wants more I'll make it if you don't I'll lay down in traffic no biggie

warnings: angst? Cannon being tossed to the wind azzie is mine now mf hope maas can fight

The cottage looked the same as it always did, tucked away behind wards set by the high lord himself. The hum of its power low and subtle but pulsing through the earth as he stepped across the mossy pathway. Sun beat down on the thatched roof, a whisper of a breeze gently making its way through the countless plants, teeming with life as bees worked tirelessly through the sprawling garden. Velaris was home for Azriel. More than Illyria for certain, but a part of him, of his heart only felt truly settled here. Hidden away in a meadow in a valley tucked away from the world. A private oasis and one that offered true safety. It wasn't grand like the house of wind or the townhouse no matter how humble Rhys claimed his lifestyle to be. It was small and only offered what was needed. But it felt alive. It felt as if the moment he stepped through those wards he was able to shed the title of spymaster and even shadowsinger. A place where he could simply just be.

He strode through the garden path up through the small fence latching the gate behind him, a singular shadow rushing off to announce his arrival. Slipping through the front door and the second set of wards As the smell of fresh herbs hit his nose flooding his senses his mouth watering in response. He wasted no time in dropping the satchel gripped in his hand on the large wooden table before embracing the culprit of the meal that had his stomach crying out.

"Hello darling." She smiled as he placed a kiss to her head.

"Whatever that is I hope you're making plenty I can smell it from the garden."

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Oh please don't start. You'd think the mother hen-ing would have stopped ages ago." He laughed beginning to unpack the provisions he brought.

"I'm your mother Azriel am I not supposed to worry?"

"I fear that's all you do lately." He didn't intend for the melancholy tone to be laced into his words but it was there none the less. Almost regretting the way they sounded sliding off his tongue.

"Not all I do." She said softly. "There's been improvement." His throat held back the words that itched at walls of his mind. Questions he needed to ask despite fearing the answers. He chose the easiest option.

"Where is she?"

"Resting. She's been doing a lot of that. Resting."

"Anything new?"

"She's steadier. Still thin as bone but I'm hoping she'll eat tonight."

"Is she refusing?"

"Not refusing to eat. Just not eating much and her body won't hold what little she does down often enough."

"Has she said anything new?" He watched as his mothers shoulders dropped ever so slightly. Her head bowing a fraction of an inch.

"She's quiet. Answers a few questions here and there but nothing of substance. She's bathing on her own but she mostly sleeps. If not she just sits. Stares at something unseen."

"We should get her to the garden. Regardless of anything else sunlight and fresh air would do her good."

"Wake her. Take her out my chair is sat near the potatoes planters."

"Fence still broken?"

"Fence, roof, wood house you name it." She laughed waving him off.

"Mother we talked about this."

"You talked I listened. I'm perfectly capable of fixing this place myself I've just been preoccupied."

"Which is why I'll take care of it when I'm here. Why are you so stubborn."

"Who's the mother hen now?" She smirked pointing a wooden spoon at the Illyrian.

"You'll be the death of me." He rolled his eyes dragging a hand down his face. His tone anything but matching the playful spirit of his mother.

"Dramatic males. Stop bellyaching if you want to help so badly do so. Take her with you for that fresh air you talked about. She's resting in the back room." He nodded placing a twin kiss to the one he greeted her with before shuffling back to the only closed door in the cottage.

The hall was narrow for an Illyrian, the cottage not built for such a large male let alone one of Azriel's size. His head closer to the ceiling than comfortable, and his wings tucked tight against his back, not just because of the space. He had observed plenty and quickly realized that though she was barely present that males, particularly him had her tensing up the moment his eyes were on her. It's hard to be anything but intimidating when you're standing at 6'7" with shoulders almost as broad as the hallway.

His fingers gently rapt on the old oak door. Maybe it was foolish to have expected an answer. It was more often than not silence he was met with, but the few times he had gotten a hum or question back had him trying more and more. One more attempt of his knuckles on the wood had soft words spilling from him asking for something in return no matter how small. The opaque darkness around him kept at bay with his mind as it egged him on to rush. To push. To outright overstep and pull the door open with an urgency. To at least let them slink in ahead of him more than he'd allow. Incessant they were but he was the Shadowsinger and they obeyed to him and him alone. They reported a shift by the window that had him buzzing. More hushed tones laced in his attempt at a warning to his entrance before he twisted the glass knob.

Coolcoolcool love you bye

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