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ALISTAIR in DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS (2009) - [2/∞]
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XENA: WARRIOR PRINCESS 2.03 | "The Giant Killer"
XENA: WARRIOR
PRINCESS 2.03
| “The Giant Killer”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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#they had an engine failure at the start #but Bridgertons do not like to lose
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Fox Mulder Flirting Tactics 101 (tweet)
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kept forgetting to share it but the crack video's up now (and hopefully permanently)!!!!
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“Colin?” she asked, her voice barely audible. “Could I ask you a favor?”
Call it male intuition, call it insanity, but a very insistent voice inside of him was screaming that whatever she wanted had to be a very bad idea.
He was, however, an idiot.
He had to be, because he felt his lips part and then he heard a voice that sounded an awful lot like his own say, “Of course.”
Her lips puckered, and for a moment he thought she was trying to kiss him, but then he realized that she was just bringing them together to form a word.
“Would—”
Just a word. Nothing but a word beginning with W. W always looked like a kiss.
“Would you kiss me?”
— Chapter 8, ROMANCING MISTER BRIDGERTON
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BRIDGERTON 3.01 | “Out of the Shadows”
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BRIDGERTON 3.01 | “Out of the Shadows”
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oh, i know, i had the best time falling into love
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Fox Mulder Flirting Tactics 101 (tweet)
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XENA: WARRIOR PRINCESS 2.08 | “Ten Little Warlords”
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“HOMESICK” by Noah Kahan
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one question haunts and hurts too much, too much to mention
“NO GOOD DEED” from Wicked
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GALE in BALDUR’S GATE 3 (2023) - [19/∞]
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A Wizard's Guide
Chapter 1: ...to New Beginnings
It is always a delight to come across children with an innate connection to the Weave, particularly ones such as the child in front of Elminster now. The poor boy is clutching his mother’s apron and sobbing into her, evidently scared witless by his display of magic. Doubtless, the child is not possessed of a mentor of any sort; or at least not one that has ever trained an apprentice before. Elminster calmly conjures a bout of rain to put out the fire licking at a nearby rose bush before approaching the boy and his mother.
“A fireball at your unripened age… I dare say you possess immense talent, m’boy.”
The child sniffles and looks up at Elminster as his mother rubs his back soothingly. She is shaken herself, chest heaving from the fright. “Can I help you, sir? I should get my son inside.”
“Ah! My lady, I require nothing of you.” Elminster affects his most non-threatening smile. “In fact, I am here for the very inverse purpose: I am here to offer my knowledge of the arcane arts to you—more specifically, to your magically-talented son.”
The woman quirks an eyebrow. “And who are you to be offering such knowledge?”
The elder wizard bows. “I am Elminster.”
The boy’s eyes go round and he lets go of his mother’s apron some. “The Elminster? The Sage of Shadowdale?”
“Some do call me that, yes. I take it that you have heard of me, or at least of whatever deeds the bards deign to immortalize in song, then?”
The child’s eyes sparkle, interest tapped into. “I’ve read all about you in my books.” He giggles, tears forgotten.
“Excellent! I, myself, possess a great fondness for reading, particularly with a good vintage and a tome—the dustier the better.”
“What’s a vintage?”
“Never you mind that, Bunny,” the boy’s mother says, petting his head.
“Mummy,” the child hisses under his breath, averting his gaze in embarrassment.
She huffs good-naturedly. “Gale,” the woman corrects.