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Guys have you ever thought about how Cardan can tell Jude from Taryn right away like that part when she pretended to be Taryn after her exile HE KNEW IT WAS JUDE but that time he was poisoned and Taryn was pretending to be Jude HE BELIEVED IT why CUZ SHE WAS WEARING THE EARRINGS THAT MAKE YOU MORE ATTRACTIVE SO IN CONCLUSION HE THINKS JUDE IS THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD

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Twitter dying but tumblr is still standing

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impurities

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–a thing Cardan said about Jude probably

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200717 Taehyung’s Weverse Post

kim yeon tan😴

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AGUST D »D-2« HEADERS

♡ like or reblog if you save/use, please! ♡ don’t repost

© tswiftjkook on twitter

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“We’ll try, Ms. Jackson,” Annabeth said. “Keeping your son safe is a big job, though.” She folded her arms and glared out the kitchen window. I picked at my napkin and tried not to say anything. My mom frowned. “What’s going on with you two? Have you been fighting?”

- The Battle of The Labyrinth

Nah Sally, Annabeth here’s just jealous coz the plan was to bring Rachel along.

I literally cracked up at the part where Annabeth broke the cookie in half which probably made Percy anxious for his life. Here’s the full piece of that 14 yr old percy illust i posted!

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Interactive :: House Saints by Hala Alyan

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For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.

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#preach

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edit for : @mcvencallore  →  cardan greenbriar

prince cardan, sixth born to the high king eldred, yet still the absolute worst.

no more, please!

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Robert Pattinson’s casting as Batman

I think he’s perfect for the role, but if you don’t, just shut the fuck up about his body.

He’s had body issues forever since he was being constantly picked-apart by Twilight fans. Here’s a quote from one of his interviews:

“Body dysmorphia, overall tremendous anxiety. I suppose it’s because of these tremendous insecurities that I never found a way to become egotistical. I don’t have a six-pack and I hate going to the gym. I’ve been like that my whole life. I never want to take my shirt off. I’d prefer to get drunk.”

He has also said that he was never even going to try to get a six pack. And yet.

Over the past year, Robert has been spotted working out religiously. He’s doing what he hates most, what gives him horrible anxiety, all for a role he’s probably always dreamed of. And you people are still out here trying to verbally abuse him and critique his appearance. It’s like 2007 all over again.

If you honestly think he’s not a good choice, fine, but leave his body out of it. Body-shaming men is just as bad as body-shaming women and it’s just fucked up that he has to go through all this all over again.

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they kissed for a moment and nothing else mattered. an asteroid could have hit the planet and wiped out all life, and annabeth wouldn’t have cared.

|ref|

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this got me emotional af 🥺

meaningless | jurdan

so i can’t tell if i hate this or not (lmfao thats always a good sign right) but here’s a short answer to a prompt request for some fluffy jude comforting cardan after a nightmare post-qon

enjoy! <3

masterlist | ao3

tags: @staticpetrichor @illyrianbeauty @stardustsroses @thomasscresswell @mariamuses @lost-in-fictionn @b00kworm @clockworkgraystairs @sweetlyvillainous @totallyamazingasshole @snusbandxknifewife @acourtofabsandillyrians @maastrash 

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It was in the depths of the blackest parts of the night that Jude awoke to near violent tossing and turning, faint sounds of distress emitting from her husband’s lips despite still being deep in the clutches of sleep. Red satin sheets were tangled slick with sweat, twisted and pooled around his lean frame in a sight emulating rivulets of blood.

“Jude.” Her name was a whimper, a plea of desperation.

With a soft swipe of the heel of her hand she quickly dispelled the sleep that lingered in her eyes, laying a cautious palm against Cardan’s arm.

Another whimper, then a stilted cry that had cold, aching claws catching ahold of her heart.

“Jude, please, no,” he shuddered, eyes squeezing tighter and tighter, thrashing uncontrollably against unseen horrors. “Dont go, dont leave me, please! Please!”

The strength of her hold on his forearm increased with the firmness of steel, fingernails gripping his pale skin to the point of leaving marks.

“Cardan, wake up,” she squeezed, shifting so the steadying weight of her body pressed against his. His breath shuddered, heaving faster with terror as his elegant features contorted into the begins of another pained cry.

In the span of a blink, her free hand firmly pinned his opposite shoulder to the mattress, planting her lips against his in a fierce kiss.

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WTF I LOVED THIS SO MUCH??????? please i need more!!!!!! the angst all over it was definitely something 😭😭

All Human, Rockstar AU (Prologue). Cardan is in a band on the cusp of fame, and Jude has been there from the start. They fall fast and hard, but sometimes love just isn’t enough.

Trigger Warnings: Language, Sex, Drugs, Death (and the word ‘cunt’ sometimes I guess.)

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Cardan’s POV

Pretty – The Weeknd

“Jude,” I say, almost quietly, almost like I can’t believe it. My heart is in my throat and something sickly in my stomach churns. I’m so angry and so sad and so fucking stunned. Her breaths come in heaves and I wonder if she feels as the way I do.

She looks like she’s on the verge of a panic attack; eyes bright and glossy, cheeks going pale, hands trembling, holding on to a camera. She’s supposed to film us – the band – isn’t she?

I feel my throat bobbing, and I’m stupidly watching her work through her emotions. She places a free hand to her stomach as if to settle nerves. Her pretty pink satin dress is tight around the bodice, her breasts threatening to spill out with every short, shallow exhale – and maybe that’s the sort of sex-kitten look who ever dressed her was going for, because she looks absolutely stunning. Innocent and demure with minimal makeup, until the eyes drift further down to the subtle strain, then even further to the lone slit the stops so far up her thigh, it should be illegal. She’s not the most extravagantly dressed tonight, but she still manages to take my breath away. If she floored me back then, she shakes my fucking world tonight.

A reel of our time together plays like an awful home movie in my head, and I might cry if I don’t break something first. I wonder if her gaze, shifting between my eyes, my unrelenting stare, can see everything I’m feeling. The guilt, the hurt, the betrayal. I wonder if it’s a mirror of her own feelings or if it’s a direct opposite. I got clean for you; I want to tell her. I came back for you and you were gone. I hurt you and I tried to fix it, but you hurt me too, baby.

She swallows, hand sliding up to her chest and I follow the movement. She’s so close, I swear I can hear her heartbeat, or hell, maybe it’s my own, drumming so fast that my chest aches.

My fingers twitch beside me; I want to pull her into me and hold her like she never broke my heart. I want her head against my chest and my nose in her hair, her hands under my shirt, skin to skin, just touching me to touch me because I’m here and she doesn’t want me to leave. I want to pull her by her face and swipe my tongue over her lips, want to taste her and breathe her in. I want to hate her like I think I should, and I want to love her like every atom in my soul is telling me to.

She licks her lips, eyes focusing on my neck, ink peaking from the collar of my shirt, more covered than the last time we saw each other. I touch her face with the tip of my finger, ignoring the room around us. She glances up at me, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and maybe shame or anger. I want to hear her voice because all I have is are videos on my phone from all those years ago, videos I should have deleted, moved on from.

“Jude,” I say again, willing her to do something.

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i cant tell which version i like the most omg this is perfect i feel like i’ve waited so much for this part2 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hey! I was just rereading your request 'Even behind a screen, even when you hate me' and i realized how much I would actually kill for a part 2. Even if its just a short little one paragraph. I love that one so much 🥰🥰🥰

Aaaah omg I love this request🙈🙈I’ve gotten asked to continue it a couple times and never got around to it so ig this is the perfect time! Sksksk and the fact that you reread my fanfics sometimes just makes me wanna🥺🥺🥺 anyways here ye go

I made 2 versions, the first one is all cutesy and quirky, all of those basic tropes. And then there’s a second version that’s much more realistic for jurdan.

TW: fluff AND smut (yes you’re getting both in one) cursing, tiny mention of alcohol

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‘I Still Hate You’

Part 1

Version 1

I get up trying to calm my heart from the odd text. I shake my head and let down my damp hair from it’s bun. I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth thankful for the weekend.

The rain is still going and it feels more aggressive than before. It looks like it’s midnight outside and the chill of the air has somehow seeped into my apartment. I change into a fall sweater and some loose pants.

I lightly kick the punching bag in my room as I walk out and towards the kitchen. I make some tea and toast spreading a bit of jam on them. I’ve always loved the rain, it’s perfect for almost anything imaginable. So I head to the bay window in the living room, grabbing a book that’s not a textbook thank you very much.

After a couple hours and the rain has died down my phone vibrates in my pocket and I jump almost spilling the tea. I sigh and put the tea on the floor taking my phone out.

And right there underneath the clock and date there was a tiny block telling me I had a text from Cardan Greenbrair. Twice in one day is two too many. I open the notification a bit terrified and excited as I do.

“Come outside”

That’s it nothing else, just “Come outside”. My body seems to betray my mind and I put on my coat and a pair of boats. I put my hands in my pocket as the elevator car stops at the first floor. I walk out into the rain, and my loose hair blows in the light wind. I see Cardan there with an umbrella and wet hair.

Why does he always have to be so fucking hot?

I walk to him and he meets me halfway. I look up at him and he looks down. The moment feels oddly comfortable.

“Hi.” He says.

“Hey.” I respond.

“Just, follow me.” He says. He’s being mysterious and I don’t like it. But sadly I follow him.

I try to figure out where we’re going but it doesn’t take long before we’re there. Cardan stops at a tiny cafe and opens the door. I walk in and he walks in after me closing the umbrella and shaking his wet hair.

“I’m surprised, you drink something other than alcohol.” I say when he orders a coffee.

“I’m surprised you still know what alcohol is.” Cardan replies his eyes still on the menu. I snort and order a tea.

After we get our drinks, Cardan leads us to a tiny corner in the cafe. Isolated and darker than the rest of the shop. We each take a seat in an arm chair and I start awkwardly sipping on my tea.

“Why’d you bring me here?” I ask. He turns to me and smiles.

“I don’t know actually.” Cardan replies taking a long drink from his cup of coffee.

I bring my knees to my face and wrap my arms around them so my chin is resting on top. I watch him carefully, his movements seem clumsy and cautious.

“Take a picture so it’ll last longer.” He says leaning in way too close to me. I poke his chest with my pointer finger and push him back gently.

“I’m good thanks.” I respond condescendingly. My face flushes and the butterflies reappear from this morning.

“Are you nervous?” He whispers leaning in closer than before his eyes flickering between my eyes and mouth.

“No, are you?”

He shakes his head and cups my face in his hand pressing his lips against mine. At first gentle then a bit more desperate, all rational thoughts have left my body and now all I can think of are his lips on mine.

His fingers enter my hair and I hold back a moan suddenly rembering that we’re in public and pulling away. I lean back in my chair running my fingers across my lips and looking over to an equally dazed Cardan.

“I still hate you.” I say. He catches my eye.

“I know love.”

Dang it maybe I don’t hate him. Nope definitely hate him, after all a tiny text and an even smaller kiss isn’t going to change that anytime soon.

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Version 2

I get up trying to calm my heart from the odd text. I shake my head and let down my damp hair from it’s bun. I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth thankful for the weekend.

The rain is still going and it feels more aggressive than before. It looks like it’s midnight outside and the chill of the air has somehow seeped into my apartment. I change into a fall sweater and some loose pants.

I lightly kick the punching bag in my room as I walk out and towards the kitchen. I make some tea and toast spreading a bit of jam on them. I’ve always loved the rain, it’s perfect for almost anything imaginable. So I head to the bay window in the living room, grabbing a book that’s not a textbook thank you very much.

After a couple hours and the rain has died down a bit, I hear a knock at the door and jump almost spilling my tea. I sigh and get up looking into the little peephole. Cardan?

What the heck? How does he even know my apartment number, we live on the same street since it’s close to the campus but we have never crossed paths. I slowly open the door to greet a dripping Cardan and beside my better judgement I let him in.

He whispers a thank you but I don’t wait to ask.

“How do you know where I live?” I ask him, closing the door behind me and locking it.

“Your sister let me in.” Cardan says.

Ugh, Taryn. She moved out last week and moved with Locke which I definitely didn’t mind.

“Well why are you here?” I question him again. He rolls his eyes and shrugs off his coat making himself at home all too quickly.

I cross my arms, and ask again.

“I don’t know ok, I guess I’m bored.” I snort and walk into the living room leaning against the wall.

“Really? You’re bored? What a great excuse to interrupt my day.” I respond.

He walks over to me and traps me against the wall. Leaning down dangerously close.

“I’m sorry that I interrupted your many activities, Duarte, I can see that you’re very busy.” He says softly but not gently.

“Fuck you, Greenbriar.” My words come out slick with poison.

“Mmm, that can be arranged.” He says tilting his head to the side.

My face burns at his remark and I feel a firey hate for him start in my chest. Before I’m able to get a word out he kisses me, no warning he just kisses me and I let him.

I run my fingers through his wet hair and he props me up against the wall wrapping my legs around his waist. I moan into his mouth and he pulls away slowly. His lips skim my neck lightly, up and down until he stops kissing the crook of my neck.

His fingers skim up and down my spine at the same time and I arch my back into his chest gasping. My heart hammers in my chest, what am I feeling? Why am I feeling it?

“Oh, so eager now aren’t we?” He whispers in my ear.

“As if you aren’t.” I say meeting his eyes that seem drunk off the taste of me.

He chuckles and gently kisses me this time, less devouring and more passionate? No, nope, simply cannot be. Cardan being gentle with me? Not likely, he cares so little about me. But I still melt in his arms and I feel high on lust.

“Well you’re not wrong.” He says against my lips and trails his fingers up on the inside of my thighs. Just that tiny movement was enough to send a blazing fire across my skin.

“I still hate you.” I whisper. He looks at me and winks.

“I know, and that turns me on so much.”

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Writer’s Notes: lol sorry I thought this would be out by like 5 pm but ig not. I rly liked writing this and I hope you liked reading it! Pls don’t let this flop I spent a lot of time on it❤️✨

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