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This should just be a legit popular opinion. He was sweet and lovely in the original series there’s no way he’d become a Death Eater.

unpopular opinion: they did Cedric Diggory dirty in cursed child.

I need that horse story now!

i was rereading some of your fics and i stumbled across the line ““All that talk of you being noble is horseshit, Lancelot. I know you just want Gwen to yourself."” and honestly to me that line just perfectly describes Lancelots and Merlin’s friendship

I s2g I felt like their relationship is just so criminally underrated. Like, yes, Lancelot knew everything about Merlin, but I’m sure he told Merlin all of his dirty secrets in return and I just find that so funny because the knights are like ‘yes, noble Lancelot. So refined and well-tempered’ while Merlin is sitting there internally screaming because he knows that Lancelot once lost a fight with a horse.

Really important to remember that black lives have intrinsic value and that needs to be respected.

Black people do not have to be exceptional for their right to life!!!!

Repeat after me:

Black people do not have to be exceptional for their right to life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is gonna be awesome!

the first one scene of this fic is 3500 words

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whoops?

Yeah, god knows she needs some way to have fun!

Quarantine prompt #18? Bonus if it includes all four characters ;)

“How long will we be inside for?” Irene asked as she stood on tiptoes to fully examine the content of Silver’s kitchen cabinet, specifically the one very well stocked with tea and coffee.”

“Fourteen days.” Kai decided to not point out that, whilst this wasn't Irene’s idea, she had pointed out that it was a good and logical idea.”

“This isn't enough coffee.” Vale muttered, looking over Irene’s shoulder. “Not if we have to deal with Silver for two weeks.”

“You’ll have to switch to tea then.” Kai shrugged, whilst he enjoyed coffee, he didn’t quite understand both Irene’s and Vale’s urge to drink several cups of it with breakfast. It wasn’t that good and most teas had a better taste.

“I suppose.” Irene shrugged. “I suppose that will do, and it’s not like we will ever run out of alcohol staying here.”

Vale hummed. “Yes, the wine cellar is quiet extensive.”

“How do you know that?” Irene was the only one to jump at Silver’s sudden appearance, she’d been examining a tin of tea.

“How on earth do you have this?” Irene interrupted before Vale could respond, holding up the tin of tea. “This is… probably one of the rarer teas in any world that I can name.”

“Do you want to try some?” He asked with a slow smile. If Kai had known that the way to Irene’s heart was tins of rare and expensive teas then he would have done it days after they met, as it was, he did not like the way that Silver looked at Irene.

The expression on Irene’s face was one of shock and excitement that he usually saw when she was reading, it was gentle and endearing and like watching the sunrise. And entirely focused on the tin in her hands, which she was holding like she was terrified of dropping it and spilling the contents.

“What is it?” Kai curiously asked, Irene’s fingers obscured the label.

“Vintage narcissus. I think it would likely be my wages for an entire year for a tin.” She said, looking up. “May I?”

“Of course, little mouse. Anything to see that look on your face again.” Silver raked his eyes over her and Irene wrinkled her nose. “Maybe the gentleman and I will take a foray to the wine cellar to find something that suits our tastes. Maybe some wine for dinner, and then we can have a pot of tea afterwards.” He casually plucked the tin from Irene’s hand and leant across her to put it away again, brushing against her.

Irene bit back a sigh as she felt Silver’s energy brush over her and various fantasies burst into her mind, including one where he’d just drunk the tea, and was kissing her to allow her a chance to taste it upon his lips. She dismissed the notion.

Kai was a far better kisser than he was, she didn’t even need the surge of pain from her brand to ground her against that flash of power, the knowledge that he was more than capable of sneaking up to her bedroom that night certainly did the trick. Maybe with some pilfered alcohol from that aforementioned cellar.

“Alright.” Irene took a large step away and felt a rush of cold air over her skin. “Show the way, because I do not know where this cellar is, and I am very curious about what to steal from you, along with several fascinating books.”

“Which ones?”

“Your Shakespeare folio. I love a challenge, feel free to get more security.” Irene smiled. Kai chuckled. Irene could get quite competitive about breaking in to places, and when he was her student, they would regularly see who could crack a lock (no Language allowed) the quickest. She’d even raced him down a road before, whilst being chased by security, it had been a tie. She was faster, he had longer legs.

Silver led the way back out of the kitchen and to a door at the back of the main staircase. He flicked a light switch and they headed down a steep set of stairs. More lights flickered on at the bottom of the stairs, revealing several rows of shelves full of wines and other alcohols. It looked to be meticulously organised and the shelves were even labelled with types.

“They are in chronological order from when they were bottled.” Silver said. “Starting with the oldest at the far left of the shelf and getting newer toward this side of the room.”

“There’s also an excellent short cut from the servant quarters.” Vale muttered, leaning over so that Irene could just about hear him. “Just in case you need a way in.”

“I could probably get over the garden wall without a lot of hassle.” She replied. “But thank you. Maybe as an exit.” He smirked and nodded. Irene made a note of where he stored the brandy so that, if she did decided to sack the place, she’d have a very good drink before the inevitable arrest.

“Something red.” Silver said with a lazy wave of his hand. “Other than that, see what strikes your fancy.”

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My baby Faramir! He deserved so much better!!!

Therapist: Okay, I believe you said that your childhood experience was satisfactory?

Faramir: No, you misheard me. I said it was a “sadness factory.”

Baz Pitch as he swishes his cape melodramatically.

the strong urge to wear a long, blood red velvet cloak at all times. where does it come from.

OTP prompt 19 for Froststorm because I'm feeling sappy

“When I’m with you, nothing else matters.” Everything that could have gone wrong had done.

Neither of them liked hot weather, so when they’d left and felt the beginnings of a very warm day they werent too happy about it. By mid day both of them were uncomfortable and wished to be back inside of the nicely air conditioned apartmet.

There’d been a mix up with their lunches and it had taken over an hour for them to actually get what they’d ordered, by which time both were a little annoyed and very hungry.

Then the cab driver had got horrendously lost, Li Ming had thought that they were being kidnapped and about to pull his gun out when the driver managed to find his way back to the main road and he could relax a little more.

“Well.” Ao Shun said, running a hand through his hair. “That was an absolute nightmare.”

“Agreed.” Li Ming locked the door and quickly checked the security system. The flat had guards but that didn’t stop his paranoia from forcing him to sweep the place, and then cycle through all of the serveilance videos until he was satisfied with their safety. By which point, Ao Shun was impatiently tapping his foot, waiting with glasses of chilled white wine.

“Finally.” Ao Shun said, passing him the wine. “You are paranoid.”

“And you are far too relaxed.” Li Ming rolled his shoulders and pouted at the sensation of the cotton of his shirt sticking to sweaty skin. “I need a cold shower.”

“Do you need help with that?” Ao Shun nearly managed a cheeky  smirk.

“Yes.” Li Ming said in deadpan, making Ao Shun choke on his wine. “Sorry, did you expect me to be the embarrassed one?”

“I’m calling your bluff.” Li Ming set his wine glass down and started toward the master bathroom, already working on the buttons of his shirt. “Ming?”

“Call it, your majesty.” Li Ming dropped the shirt to the floor. “I’m waiting.”

Perhaps. A lady never tells.

Vale: We’re not gonna burn it

Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything