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if u were trans n u came out to justice he'd say something like "the mortal form is as malleable as a spirit is? what a beautiful being you are to exist as your true and honest self. i'd be envy if i were not justice." then he'd want to put on a dress himself.

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James Flint Appreciation Week: Sunday - Free Choice - Bloody pirate king, wip

Civilization is coming and it means to exterminate us. If we are to survive, we must unite behind our own king.

We have no kings here.

I am your king.

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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“Shut up.” Wylan’s anger didn’t seem to do anything except amuse Jesper. “Just trying to make conversation, darling. Don’t get yourself in a twist.” “I don’t want to make conversation. Sit there and shut up.” Jesper looked at the nearest seat, at the slot machine he was under strict instructions not to touch. “Sit here, you mean?” “Stand there and shut up.” Jesper shrugged. “If you insist.”

read Act 2, Scene 11 on ao3

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absolute all timer of a line lmaoooo

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at this point i must be locked up

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i rewatched season 10 yesterday :’)

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Act 2, Scene 11 - Wylan

“Wylan? What’s wrong?”

Wylan almost didn’t recognise Kaz’s voice, distant and cautious as it was.

“What’s wrong?” A laugh burst out of the back of Wylan’s throat. “What’s wrong? Where do I fucking start, Kaz? Inej is chained, literally chained, to Interpol. I haven’t seen her in weeks, I miss her so much I feel sick and the moment I had her back, even for a second, you whisked her off into your fucking office so you could monopolise all her time and her attention because Ghezen fucking forbid I have anything of my own without you getting your grubby little hands all over it.”

Kaz squeezed the head of his cane tightly. “Let’s not do this here.”

Wylan felt oddly calm as rage coursed through his veins. “Don’t do that. Don’t boss me about like I’m some thug for hire. I am your second. You say you trust me, you say you respect me. Fucking act like it.”

Something brushed the back of Wylan’s hand and he almost screamed but it was just Jesper. He looked at Wylan with an open expression, like he was waiting for instruction.

Wylan’s stomach flipped. He didn’t know what to do with him, not like this.

“Fahey—” Kaz’s voice was rough. Wylan ignored him.

“You look like you could some air, darling,” Jesper said, searching Wylan’s expression for something. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

Act 2, Scene 11 - Wylan coming this Sunday

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I have some news for members of the united states armed forces who feel like they are pawns in a political game and their assignments being unnecessary.

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"But that ship is toxic and problematic" okay ❤️ yay ❤️

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A magpie on my sleeve.

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Has Lae’zel ever hit on you in front of a traumatized Mayrina?

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Sujaya Dasgupta as Zoya Nazyalensky Shadow and Bone | Like Calls to Like

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Sometimes, for a brief moment, he could see everything in its true colors. But he didn't let it distract him.

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She's ruthless! Worse than ruthless, she's indifferent!

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Yeah the World Cup is excited but nothing beats the truest sports tournament