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tommy: this is so sad alexa play red right hand
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padshiy
[Your url but you change it with the following criterion:
Every “i” is replaced by “iii” Every “e” is replaced by “c” Every “o” & “a” is replaced by “x” Add “isms” to the end of it
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Nina Dobrev as “Hannah” in Crash Pad (2017)
Eriu: for once is nice to someone
Hell: ensues
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im that girl in the back
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Paolo Sebastian | Autumn/Winter 2016
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munday dead ahead
"So, is everything ready for tonight?" - Russo
“It was. I thought we’d start off with soup and a light salad, and then see how we feel after that… But my plans for the evening have changed.”
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Martin lifted his head so he could look at her. Steadying himself with one hand and taking hers with the other, he stood with her. He had regained his composure but he was still soft and malleable in her hands. He was still carefully deciding what his answer should be. Then with a shuddering exhale he pleaded, “I want you to kiss me.”
He wanted to be valued. Not as an irreplaceable asset or an aristocratic investment, but as a person. He didn’t have to have a fancy position, or be placed on a pedestal. Whether it was trimming hedges, or fighting a war for some greater cause; he just wanted to matter in some way, and to know that maybe someone thought that he mattered too.
His pleading got him a sympathetic tsk from Eriu and a ghost of a worried expression as she guided him backwards towards the bed. When he sat down the hideous robe was properly put back over his shoulders and Eriu lowered herself onto his lap.
She took her time, never breaking the eye contact as continued to stroke his face and his hair, relishing how vulnerable he let himself become in her hands. It was plain in his eyes that whatever walls there were before were gone; either because she managed to get through them somehow or because he finally let her, it did not matter. He was desperate to be loved. And as much as she thought this need to be foolish she would not waste the opportunity to reward him for opening himself to her.
Looking serious as she had Eriu finally spoke in a quiet murmur, lest the rest of the world would hear her. “I want you, Martin.” That said she pulled him in for an unusually soft, tender kiss. Rarely ever has she kissed him this way; she took far more pleasure from getting their nails and teeth involved, from making it hurt more than it would comfort. But this was an investment. A seed planted in a fertile ground.
THE TIME I THOUGHT OF YOU (because I can't help myself)
Eriu woke up to find her clothes neatly folded and a freshly brewed tea steaming on the coffee table. Since she did not express a wish to have him by her side in the morning Martin had gone to do his work around the house. With a little yawn Eriu stretched and pushed herself up. By the teapot, on a little saucer, she found a carefully scratched note; the childish handwriting and accidental ink stains, not to mention multiple misspelings unmistakingly belonged to him.
“Shood you need me I will bee in the gardner. Flamemangoneed to bee trimd. — M”
It made her smile.
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The idea of Cassandra and Dorian being trashy romance novel buddies delights me to no end.
(Especially if they’re the sort of people who can keep a blank face while reading smut but completely lose it over fluff)
them action threads be like
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Smirking a little, he suspected that she’d not been amused by his comment. However, she drew him closer, and only sounded a tad impatient. He breathed a small laugh, “Would you actually believe I did?” With a flourish, the pin was revealed inside his other palm as if it was some kind of magic trick. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to wrap it. It was cleaned by yours truly, as you did make quite the mess of him. Brava, by the way,” he commended in a hushed tone.
The pin was taken offhandedly, briefly glanced at, and put in a small metal jewelery case casually sitting in the corner of the desk. “I’ve written a little something for you to get familiar with. Don Matthias should hear a short version of this, get silenced with the details if necessary”, she told him with a little sigh, and added a few scribbled words to what seemed to be some three pages of text. “Make sure to deliver it in—...”
It was then that she noticed the sleeve of his robe, wrapped around her shoulders, to be ridiculously similiar to hers. Her pen finished the sentence with a rather accented period before she stood up and turned to look him over. They had matching robes.
“What are we wearing?”, she whispered to him in disbelief, pretending ever so slightly to be amused. Or perhaps simply threatening him with a smile. There were hugging elephants embroided on his chest. Eriu didn’t dare to look at her own, but was certain that she’d overlooked it when she was still drowsy and now looked equally ludicrous.
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He never knew how to feel about her pet names. Whether they were endearing or patronizing he couldn’t tell, especially since he usually used them in the latter. “Yes ma’am, that is why I asked; always in the best decorum,” He stated plainly. As he was rather good at fisticuffs, he would be prepared but he was confident his charm could handle a simple threat.
Approaching her always made his breath catch slightly. She lounged in the chair, coiled like a snake, with her eyes glinting darkly. He edged closer as he was bid.
Eriu waited patiently, rolling the glass between her fingers until he got within her reach. Her wrists still bore pressure marks from their frolicking earlier, and were very much visible when she reached out and caught his hand to pull him closer. Her fingers were warm and gentle, and when he was low enough she buried them in his hair and kissed the corner of his lips softly.
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