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what's a couple of fish between friends?

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I love Reddit because every now and then, they'll post the most toxic and unhinged take and it reminds me to log off and focus on writing 😂

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Life when you don't give a fuck about other people's opinions:

I love Reddit because every now and then, they'll post the most toxic and unhinged take and it reminds me to log off and focus on writing 😂

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mood

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did you make sure to make lots of mistakes today ? from which to learn and grow ^_^ ?

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Of Gods and Men

Pairing: Azriel/Tamlin

Tags: Pre-Canon; Azriel's complicated relationship with power; Tamlin's complicated relationship with Rhys; Mildly Dubious Consent; mainly because Azriel can’t communicate for shit and he’s willing to put his body through anything to get just the littlest semblance of love and affection; also there’s knots; and biting

Rating: Explicit

Summary: During a spy mission gone awry, Azriel gets stuck in the Spring Court. Luckily, Tamlin is there to help him out. Things get messy.

Thank you to @nus4y, @g00seg1rl and @iftheshoef1tz for beta-reading and listening to me yap about this for weeks.

Read on AO3: [toxic queers inside]

Snippet below <3

Azriel has never experienced a thunderstorm like this. It feels different in Spring than in Night, the air heavy with rain but clear, the sky darkened by clouds. Illyria has winds like these but he’s never felt the earth rumble in the north as it does in the Seasons. And although he wouldn’t fly in these conditions in Night either, the reason he seeks shelter now is not the forces of nature.

He isn’t quite sure who found who. He tried to winnow at the first sign of trouble but by then it was too late. The storm was already upon them, disturbing the lines along which he travels and he’d dropped out of a rip in the world right before Tamlin’s feet. The other male warned him about trying to travel across borders in these conditions– it was more likely he'd end up shredded to ribbons between places than where he wanted to go– and instead offered to let him stay in a safehouse not far from where they found each other. With no other options left, Azriel agreed.

“He does not know you are here,” Tamlin assures him as he leads Azriel through the thick forest, “This is just another one of his temper tantrums.” 

Azriel has never experienced an outburst like this from a High Lord. Gawain is strict, and he loses his temper easily when things don’t go his way, but Spring seems to be wrestling another beast entirely. It feels like the Court itself is rebelling, the ground moving under his feet wherever he steps as though it is breathing, as though it is alive. The trees’ screaming must wake all manner of creatures. Night is never that wild, and as much as Azriel does not care for Tamlin’s presence he is glad he won’t be alone to face Spring's monsters, should one of them pick up their trail. 

The house is barely more than a little cabin in the middle of the woods. There are no significant landmarks by it, no fence and no windows, just some walls held together by the roof bending over them. Azriel is sure that if he was alone he would have walked right by it and not even registered it as a shelter. When Tamlin opens the door and ducks into the hut, Azriel hesitates for a moment. He can still turn back. He barely knows Tamlin. He has never spent time one on one with the young prince; all he can rely on are Rhys’s words and the speculative whispers of his shadows, though they have trouble following the male for reasons he does not quite understand.

“Well, are you coming in or staying outside to drown in your leathers?” In the end, Azriel chooses shelter over his inherent distrust of strangers. 

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God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers and I'm dodging the draft

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chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands

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are we even trying to make posts anymore

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Japanese fujoshi learning abt the term “fujoing out”

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