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olruggio of the torch ive grown so fond of ur natural aegyo. the cutest ever

holy husbands

Still, sitting on the oor of their daughter’s room, they consider picking up their old college smoking habit, and switching from L&Ms to Marlboro Reds because Marlboro Reds are, were, Crane’s favorite and, fuck it, they’re allowed to be pathetic sometimes. :( :( :(

cranes parents.... :( :( :( :(

The time Crane awoke on the couch to find the two of them slow-dancing to a commercial on the radio. Their love for each other spilling over into their daughter and into him too. :((((

LEVI & JESS????????? crane u need to jinjja kill all of them

“When Levi talked about you, it sounded like he loved you.” alright.

stagger is growing on me im ngl. the hive is growing in him and hes growing on me how delightful

PRIYAMALINI REUNION YIIIPEEEEEEEE

progress is so slow but ASHOK IS BACKSJDBDJDBDBDHXHDDBDHBD

its all dark & atmospheric & i love it but sometimes here and there ill see bhumika clocking priyas gay ass or aditya/raos homosexuality-tinged interactions and i cant help but chuckle a bit

malinis letters holy hell :(

peters incessant apologies abt the boner he got in his sleep ws a nice reprieve from all the euclidean geometry talk

alice ur wry humour is so peak😭😭😭😭😭

WDYM LAYLAH WASNT REAL

this is so nostalgic💔

[kitay’s] grin widened. “come on, rin. trust me. i gave you wings once.”
“yes, and that’s how I got this scar!”
he reached over and patted her on the shoulder. “then it’s a good thing you’ve never cared much about looking pretty.”

kitay being the crazed prodigy he is >>>

the next words she spoke felt like reopened scars, familiar and painful, words that bore the weight of all the guilt that she’d tried so long to suppress. words belonging to a legacy that now, she knew, she had no choice but to face. “because we’ll be cike. and the first rule of the cike is that we cull.”

rfk is gonna make me fucking cry

that centuries of warfare later, this country was still a canvas for the gods, that their celestial essence still seeped through the cracks between worlds.

the audacity of rfk to write abt truly atrocious war crimes on one page and then string together prose this gorgeous. like. how

“he got plucky,” daji said. “i turned him to mincemeat and sent him back to vaisra in a dumpling basket.”
jiang arched an eyebrow. “darling, fucking what?”

ICONIC

she remembered the first time she’d ever laid eyes on nezha, and then all the times thereafter.

abt to just fricking die bc i simply cannot

sring venka was a prim, spoiled sinegardian princess turned lethal soldier turned brittle survivor; of course she’d walk into a war zone with red paint on her lips simply because she felt like it.

shes THE moment

she squeezed her eyes shut. she imagined herself falling backward into the phoenix’s warmth, into that distant space where nothing mattered but rage. the thin wail wavered.
burn, she thought, shut up and burn.

go unhinged queen go

monty is the very definition of a disaster bi