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Elain pissed that the gifts from Lucien were perfect. PERFECT. And wondering why he has to look that way and smell that way and wondering what he tastes like and then having to remind herself that She. Doesn’t. Want. A. Mate.

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cat

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What if there was a cow that could fly?

um. uhh um. fat bumbalbee

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Would you mind drawing Emerie and Nuan dressed for a pride parade? No pressure ofc 🤗

Absolutely!! This was so fun 💛 I feel like Nuan would have fun collecting pins and beads and Emerie has definitely had her outfit planned since the day after last year's parade

Pose by @albanenechi 💛💛

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No, I don't think Elain can be compared to a flower that blooms in the darkness when canon Elain sought sunshine in her darkest moment.

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There was a missed opportunity in not having the ic disagree with rhysand during the demon baby plot. Especially if you kept how self congratulatory they were about making fun of lucien for caring about tamlin and not "opening his eyes to the truth". Like, imagine that they all vote no because not telling a person about their body is abusive and even if the ic didn't really care about feyre on a personal level, they weren't going let their friend do something so horrible to their partner. Rhysand forces them not to say anything and they have to (reluctantly) go behind their friend's back to not only save feyre's life, but his.

And while they try to find a way to discreetly inform feyre, nesta is the one to reveal it to her, angered by the violation of both thier autonomies. Rhysand, who already hated nesta, finds out and threatens/tries to kill her but the ic close ranks against rhysand for the first time in centuries.

So now rhys is locked in the river house to prevent him from doing anything else and cassian is explaining this to lucien (as they need his help) who's just like:

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An accurate representation of Lucien looking at Feyre at any given moment after Hybern "broke" the bond

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They didn't even give him any Solstice gifts.

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Alan Alda’s send off to Loretta Swit

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yall are so fucking funny

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BAN ON CONVERSION PRACTICES IN THE EU. GO SIGN IT. DEADLINE IS FUCKING MAY 17. WE'RE STILL MISSING 800.000 signatures. FUCKING DO IT.

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Please SJM give Elain a POV that feels like sinning on a Sunday.

Sometimes, Elain thought she could taste him in the air. Not in the way people taste rain or sweetness, but in the way you taste blood when you bite down too hard, in the way you taste the metal of the knife you press against your tongue just to see if you still can.

She hated the idea of him slipping under her skin, hated how his absence could crawl inside her and settle, like a bruise she couldn't stop pressing.

She wasn’t supposed to want him that much. To think about the weight of his gaze on her mouth. To think about his hands and how they might feel like promises or punishments or both. To Think about the fact that she did this to herself. Over and over. That she made a garden and locked the door and still planted him right in the center. That she lied to herself. That she liked it.

Because she did want him. Gods, she wanted him in ways that made her feel like something unspooling, blooming too fast, wild and too bright. She ached for him with a hunger that didn’t fit the softness everyone saw when they looked at her. She burned for him with teeth and wickedness. With trembling and foolish desperation.

And maybe the worst part of it was that she wasn’t sure which version of herself he saw when their eyes met.

Was she the girl with dirt under her fingernails and too many secrets in her heart? Did he see the cracks she tried to fill with flowers and lace, or did he see the dark, gaping holes she couldn't quite sew shut no matter how many polite smiles she stitched over them?

Sometimes she wanted to scream at him. Look at me like I’m not made of glass. Break me if you must, but make me feel something other than this pretty ache.

She could lie about it. She was good at lying about it.

Inside, the girl she tried to suffocate beneath flowers and good manners stretched out her long, hungry claws and smiled with all her teeth.

And when he turned away, she let herself burn.

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Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

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I wanted to make a few dividers for my @elainweekofficial submissions but I ended up making 14 lmao. Feel free to use for Elain Week or just in general! Credit is appreciated but not necessary.

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Your enjoyment of single-player games on easier difficulties infuriates the beast.

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Evanescence: These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real, There’s just too much that time cannot erase

12 year old me:

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Does anyone ever wonder about Henry Blake’s kids reaching out to some of the members of the 4077 to learn more about their dad?

I keep picturing an 18-year-old Andrew Blake showing up at Hawkeye’s door one day and asking if he served with a Dr. Henry Blake and would he have some time to talk.