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dorkybooktrash · 2 hours ago
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I love that cas’ autistic energy is so endearing to everyone. eileen loves him, mary called him one of her boys, sam is always grinning at him, meg was IN love with him, rowena calls him tweety-bird, bobby adopted him and treated him as a son immediately, claire loves him and created a weird father-daughter relationship with him (even though he is wearing her dead father’s body #ripjimmynovak), jody and charlie and kevin and jo and ellen all liked him. and obviously, most of all, dean, who met him once and decided he wanted him around forever.
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dorkybooktrash · 2 hours ago
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experimenting with my coloring ft. odypen
edit: welp guess which idiot forgot his scars and is too lazy to add them now
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dorkybooktrash · 2 hours ago
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So yesterday, I bought all five (5) published FBAA books (thank you dad for the gift card) and I’m so excited for them to get here so I can finally read from start to finish in one sitting!!! Ish. Still missing the newest one but that one’s not out yet so that’s okay
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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Cassian : It’s dark as fuck in here, anyone got a flashlight ?
Rhys : Yeah, hang on
Rhys : *picks up Feyre, kisses her cheek *
Feyre :
Feyre : *starts to glow*
Cassian : 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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Art by: knifedippedinichor
Riorgail Week 2025 | Day 3 | Signets ⚡️⚫️ |
@empyreanevents
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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Broke: Penelope is buff because she’s a Spartan Warrior Princess TM
Woke: Penelope is buff because she’s been non stop weaving and unweaving for five years, do you know how much strength that would take?
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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Xaden: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time... Garrick: *cocks shotgun* Manslaughter it is!
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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I liked to remind myself once in a while when I get bored of my life or get jealous of someone, that this is the life of my favorite characters wanted or deserved to have. They deserve to have a normal life and just live a boring, happy and safe life.
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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Ours. 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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brain no good
Dean teach Cas how fire gun
close close. hands everywhere pose. mouth against ear
whisper instructions. tap tap hand to adjust
"Steady. Aim. Fire"
Cas shake. miss shot
Dean say try again
Cas get angy and red. Dean behind him say he do good job
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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I SEE YOUR VISION
So going down a rabbit hole and I noticed S1 Dean had a LOT more bravado than in later seasons (almost to the point of annoyance sometimes). However, the minute a girl showed any genuine interest in him (i.e. the “thanks for saving me” kiss), was rendered speechless. Almost as if he was flustered and didn’t know how to process that a girl was genuinely interested in him.
I can only imagine what S16 Cas would think of S1 Dean, and how Cas would approach that. I can only assume that shenanigans and hijinks of the HIGHEST variety would ensue. So much so that they put the Looney Tunes to shame with their antics.
I think season 1 Dean would take it in stride actually
Like, I may be alone here, but I think season 1 Dean had just a bit more bravado and positivity to get flirted with by a dude and take it as a compliment
Like I can totally imagine him going like "Thanks, but you ain't exactly my type" and take a swig of beer with a smirk that makes you ask if he's joking or not
I don't think S16 Cas would break S1 Dean
I think S1 Dean would break S16 Cas purely because S16 Cas wouldn't expect Dean to match his energy
Like S16Cas would be all "My husband would be jealous if he caught me hanging around a young man like you"
And S1Dean, not missing a beat, would give Cas a playful once-over and go "Oh, he should be" and end it with a wink and a smile before moving on while S1Sam rolls his eyes
DO YOU SEE MY VISION???
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dorkybooktrash · 5 days ago
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We never talk about how domestic! Riorgail happened earlier than most people expected. I swear, these two wouldn't admit it at first, but they are soooo Date To Marry-coded!
What do you mean there's an option for them to request a separate room whenever they were visiting each other in Iron Flame but then decided to sleep/rest in each other's rooms even when they were in 'breakup stage'?
What do you mean they were practically living together just short months after Violet took Xaden back? What do you mean it felt natural (not forced) for them to co-exist under one roof when others failed to do it? I could go on and on, but you get the point.
Just soft moments, bro. They love LOVE each other so much even when they were fixing their issues!
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dorkybooktrash · 7 days ago
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Me: I believe Lin Manuel chose "Little Wolf" on his story post because just like Athena sees Odysseus in Telemachus; he sees a younger version of himself in Jorge. A young Puerto Rican man who is deeply passionated about musicals and song writing.
My family:
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dorkybooktrash · 7 days ago
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dorkybooktrash · 7 days ago
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dean and cas having a super intense, groundbreaking moment during their first meeting in 4x01:
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meanwhile bobby:
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dorkybooktrash · 8 days ago
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So good❤️
Office Hours
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pairing: Violet x Xaden
word count: 1.2k
tags: professor/student relationship hinted at, sexual tension, university au
summary: Violet Sorrengail has been taking Professor Riorson's creative writing class since the beginning of the semester. Xaden knows he shouldn't be looking at her this way. Legal or not, she's still his student. But when she storms into his classroom during office hours to badger him about her grade, his control starts slipping. He has always loved their verbal spars.
a/n: written for day 1 of Riorgail Week for @empyreanevents
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Xaden Riorson is known for two things on campus: his brutal honesty and the way every student leaves his creative writing seminar with their ego in pieces.
Violet Sorrengail is known for two things too: being terrifyingly brilliant and never backing down from a fight.
They’ve been circling each other for weeks now. Him pushing her in lectures with sharp critiques, her pushing back with the kind of stubborn defiance that’s both infuriating and intoxicating. She gets under his skin. He lights a fire in her that can’t be put out.
The classroom door opens with a creak, then slams behind Violet Sorrengail as she walks in. Most students and professors have gone home by now. The sun is setting, turning the sky into an array of blues and pinks. But Xaden’s office hours go until eight p.m, allowing students with later classes or jobs time to meet with him if needed, so technically, Violet wasn’t doing anything wrong. No one would think twice about her walking into his classroom at approximately seven thirty, but if they knew about the rush of excitement that shot through him at the sight of her in her pleated skirt and cashmere cardigan there would certainly be questions.
At first glance, one might think Violet Sorrengail was a pleasure to have in class. Sweet and innocent in her soft, school girl clothes. And while she was a pleasure—to look at, listen to, even rile up—she was far from sweet and innocent. She was the kind of woman that could grip a man by the balls with her words alone. The kind of woman that was perfect for Xaden.
“Professor Riorson,” Violet greets with feigned sweetness and a mocking smile as she approaches his desk.
“Ms. Sorrengail,” Xaden replies without looking up from the manuscript he’s editing. “Is the door closed because you’re planning to yell at me?”
“No,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m planning to have a civil, adult conversation.”
“Shame.” He finally glances up, dark eyes meeting hers. “I was looking forward to the verbal spar.”
Violet plants herself in the chair across from him. “You gave me a B+ on my short story.”
“I did,” he replies with a curt nod.
She huffs and crosses her legs. “And why is that?”
He sets his pen down, folding his hands. “Because it was a B+ story.”
“Unbelievable,” she mutters, pulling the paper from her folder. “You said—and I quote—‘imaginative structure, but too self-indulgent to land emotionally.’”
“Correct.”
“You’re grading based on vibes now?” Violet asks with narrowed eyes.
Xaden sighs. Zinhal help him. “Ms. Sorrengail—”
“Because that’s what it sounds like,” she continues, unrelenting, her voice growing sharper. “You didn’t mark any technical errors. You didn’t suggest improvements. You just called it self-indulgent and slapped on a B+.”
“It was overwritten.”
“You didn’t say anything about a maximum word count.”
“That’s not what I mean. It read like you were trying to prove how clever you are, rather than telling a story.”
“That’s because I am clever,” she says, eyes gleaming. “And the story’s about grief. You don’t think grief is indulgent?”
“Not like that.”
Violet leans back, arms crossing over her chest. Xaden tries not to stare at the way her breasts rise above her v-neck sweater. “Wow. So now you’re the expert on grief too?”
Xaden stares at her for a long moment, tongue in cheek as he considers his next words. “You think I’m being unfair,” he says, voice lower now.
“I think you’re punishing me for having a voice.”
His jaw clenches.
They sit in silence. The air between them is charged, and Violet squirms in her seat. She’s not proud of how much she cares about what Professor Riorson thinks of her. How had this been any other professor, she would have just rolled her eyes, called a few expletives under her breath, and moved on. But there was something different about Professor Riorson. Despite their arguments, both during and after class, she felt like he understood her on a deeper level. She also wasn’t oblivious to all the times she felt his gaze linger a little too long, and Malek would sooner take her in his icy grasp before she ever admitted to dressing nicer for him.
“You want honesty?” he asks finally.
She dips her chin. “I always do.”
“You’re one of the best writers I’ve ever had in this program. But you rely on intellect like it’s armor. You refuse to be vulnerable.”
Violet blinks. That stings more than she expects. “You want me to bleed on the page or something? Leave little tear drops over my words?”
“Yes,” he says, voice rough. “Writing should cost something. Yours doesn’t. Not yet.”
She swallows. “And you’d know that because you’re what—a tortured genius?”
Xaden stands slowly, walking around the desk to lean against the edge, now only a few feet from her. “No. But I’ve read enough to know when someone’s holding back.”
She tilts her chin up defiantly. “Maybe I don’t want to give you all of me.”
His lips twitch. “Maybe I’m not asking for all of you.”
The words sit heavy between them. Too intimate. Too pointed.
Violet’s breath catches. “This is inappropriate.”
“You closed the door,” he murmurs.
“Because I was angry.”
“Still are.”
“A little.”
“You should be,” he says. “I’m not easy on you.”
“You’re not easy on anyone.”
“That’s true.” His voice drops. “But I’m especially hard on you.”
Their eyes lock. Onyx meeting hazel.
“Why?” she asks, voice barely audible.
Xaden’s hand moves before he thinks better of it, fingers brushing the edge of the paper she still holds between them. “Because when you’re not hiding, your writing destroys me.”
Violet feels her pulse spike. “That sounds dangerously close to praise.”
He smiles, slow and devastating. “Don’t get used to it.”
She stands abruptly, and he moves with her. They’re too close now. Barely a breath apart. She looks up at him, eyes wide and hesitant, but there's a certain heat swirling in them now.
“You can’t flirt with me,” she says, though it doesn’t sound like a protest.
“I’m not flirting.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Testing boundaries,” he says, voice low.
She tilts her head. “You’re gonna lose your job.”
He shrugs. “Not unless I touch you.”
“Are you thinking about touching me?”
“I think about a lot of things.”
The air is static. Her skin practically buzzing with the electricity between them. But then Violet steps back. Just enough to breathe again. To think.
“This isn’t why I came,” she says.
“No,” Xaden agrees. “You came to argue your grade.”
“Which I’m still doing.”
“I’ll tell you what,” he says, folding his arms. “Rewrite the ending. No intellectual flourish. Just honesty. Resubmit by Friday. If it’s better, I’ll change the grade.”
She narrows her eyes. “So I have to make you feel something?”
“Yes.”
She smirks. “Sounds like a challenge.”
“It is.”
She walks to the door, pausing with her hand on the knob. “And if I win?”
“Then you get your A.”
“And if I really win?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder.
Xaden meets her gaze. “Then we have another conversation. About boundaries. And consequences.”
Violet’s smile is dangerous. “Looking forward to it.”
The door closes behind her.
Xaden sits down slowly, runs a hand over his face. He is, against his better judgment, very much looking forward to it too.
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dorkybooktrash · 14 days ago
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I should get an appointment with my doctor and insist we figure out what’s wrong with me. This morning I got dizzy, putting on a bra. And that’s not the first time. The fuck is this?
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