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“You should have killed me when you had a chance”

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Can we go to your house?

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Aye Aye, Captain

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She is of the darkest wild, a lightning strike in a thunderstorm. Her truth is mercy, her chaos rage. Her beauty destructive in decay. She smells of earth and ash, of feathers forged from fire. She cares not for living laughter, Oh, but she does smile, dangerously, when you speak her name.

Death, she exists to meet us all in the end | p.d (via perrinmywolf)

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Hyburn guard arresting Rip: You have the right to remain silent.

Rip: I choose to wave that right.

Rip: [screaming]

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@courtofsunshine

Dawns in this land were truly unparalleled. The Night Court’s evening and midnight skies were bedecked with stars, more clear than anywhere else in Prythian. The Day Court’s sun-kissed afternoons meandered by in blissful harmony, always the perfect temperature to be enjoyed under the scattered clouds and breeze. But no court could claim sunrises as spectacular and breathtaking as those of the Dawn Court. Little wonder that its denizens were mostly crepuscular beings, imbued with energy during that special early morning twilight when other realms were just beginning to wake.

Lysander was up before the sun, as were his manhood and his lust. He only had to roll over to find a gently stirring nymph beside him, sleepy but already thrumming with desire under his touch. He slid between her legs, eyes half closed, letting his hands roam across her copper skin, guiding him to her most sensitive points. She moaned, a breathy sound that fluttered across his ears and made his lips curl at the corners. His fingers threaded into her hair, pale amidst the dark curls and purple petals of the hyacinths growing from her scalp. Their breaths mingled into one as he found his way inside her, and for a few minutes there was nothing but the sound of their ragged, sleep-heavy sighs and the whisper of silk sheets.

He came with a grunt, low and rough in his throat, and continued his languid thrusting until the nymph let out a similar noise, higher in pitch but just as satisfied. For a moment, there was silence. Dawn’s first light crept up to the edge of the windows, peering in like some lascivious spy as its High Lord pulled free of his concubine and rolled onto his back, exhaling deeply.

“Be a good girl and go get a bath started,” Lysander murmured, drawing a finger delicately over the nymph’s cheek and jaw without looking at her. She smiled and rose, crossing the enormous room to the nearby washroom and disappearing behind the translucent silk that covered its doorway. Lys watched her go, eyes fixated on the swing of her hips until she was out of sight. He wouldn’t be ready to deal with his court until he’d pleasured both Astaria and himself at least a few more times.

Just as the thought was beginning to stir his manhood again, however, the doors to his chambers flew open, disturbing the various draperies and trailing vines around the room. “What now?” he said, not bothering to look up. Only one person in the whole court would ever dare barge in on his private quarters this early, knowing full well how indecent he was likely to be. “You really should learn to knock, sister mine.”

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s1 Rue + rings

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Adam Driver in Frances Ha (2013)

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Zendaya for Galore Magazine

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stranger things // chapter eight: the mind flayer