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The Lizzie Bennet Diaries 5 Year Anniversary - My Name is Lizzie Bennet - Ep: 1 (April 9th 2012)

Who am I? I’m a 24 year old grad student with a mountain of student loans, living at home and preparing for a career.

>watching MLAndersen0 for the first time

>see this parallel

>never get around to making an edit for it

>finally remember it today

>made crappy edit in .0003 seconds

>still no shame

He wasn’t sure when, but at some point going to the Inquisitor’s room, to Elden’s room, at the end of the day had just become habit. Dorian didn’t even think about it, didn’t even realize, until he reached the top of the stairs and found himself standing in the dark room and staring at the empty bed. There wasn’t even a fire going but Dorian wasn’t certain the involuntary shiver that ran through him was from the chill alone. It was ridiculous. He knew the Inquisitor was only away on a mission, he would return by the end of the week, but having him gone like this for so long–

It was aggravating. Every time his thoughts strayed they always went back to Elden. He wasn’t alone, he would be safe, and yet Dorian couldn’t help but worry. If he let his thoughts wander long enough he always managed to come up with ever worse fates Elden could meet and there was nothing Dorian could do to help him.

He stared at the empty bed for a long time, unable to pull his gaze away. It just seemed so wrong. Usually Elden would still be up waiting for him, book in hand and candle lit on the bedside table. Now it was all dark and It was unsettling not even seeing a lump under the blankets where he usually slept. Truth be told Dorian had been avoiding this room since Elden had left. Sure, it was depressing returning to his tiny barely-used quarters near the library, but it was better than seeing this room so empty and without life.

He thought about leaving and returning to his own room as usual, but Dorian was gripped with such an overwhelming sense of longing that he couldn’t bring himself to go. He missed Elden so much it hurt more than Dorian thought possible. He sat on Elden’s side of the bed, lighting the fireplace with flick of his wrist. He touched the pillow, not really sure what he was doing. He shivered again and climbed under the blankets, pulling them tightly around himself.

It smelled like home and comfort and safety. It smelled like Elden. Dorian hurried and buried his face in the pillow, feeling so foolish and wondering how he had fallen so badly when he’d told himself time and time again how unwise this all was. And yet here he was, sleeping in another man’s empty bed and longing for him to return, counting down the days until he could finally touch Elden again, hold him tightly and feel his warmth, kiss him until they both ran out of air. He couldn’t help but wonder if Elden felt the same.

Doubtful. Dorian was never that lucky.

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep here. He’d intended to return to his own quarters but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave, not when he was engulfed here by the memories of Elden.


Dorian woke to the feel of someone running their fingers through his hair. His first thought was of Elden, but of course he was gone. Annoyed, he readied a spell just in case as he cracked open an eye to see who had disturbed him in such an intimate way, but froze. It really was Elden. He was sitting on the edge of the bed leaning over him, covered in dust, sweaty and with his hair sticking out at odd angles. Helmet hair, Dorian thought. He wondered if Elden had come looking for him straight away but of course he remembered he was in Elden’s room, not his own.

Well. This was awkward. Sure, he had spent more nights here than not as of late, but this still felt intrusive. A half-formed protest or an explanation, he wasn’t really sure which, was about to come tumbling out but Elden spoke before he could get his mouth working.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he said and Dorian felt light-headed and stunned in disbelief. “You weren’t in your room or the library; I was beginning to get worried.”

“You’ve– been looking?” Dorian repeated, his mind having trouble keeping up, sluggish from sleep as well as surprise. “What are you even doing here? I thought you weren’t due back ‘til the end of the week.”

“We may have rushed a bit,” Elden said sheepishly, an adorable blush creeping into his cheeks and Dorian berated himself for being distracted by it. “I missed you.”

And then Dorian was kissing him. He didn’t even think about it. He just pulled Elden close, overwhelmed with affection and relief and so much more that he’d rather not think about right at this moment. All that mattered was that Elden was here and that Dorian had been missed. Perhaps as much as Dorian had missed him. He feared it all might be a dream, too good to be true.

Suddenly Elden was pulling back and Dorian tried to mask his disappointment.

“Sorry,” Elden said, chuckling a bit. “I am covered in dirt. Probably some blood too. Not my own, don’t worry. Just give me a second to get cleaned up.”

“Ugh, yes, you really are a mess,” Dorian said although truth be told he didn’t particularly care at the moment.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Elden said as he quickly removed his armor and headed for the wash room. “I’ll be right back.”

Dorian watched him go, feeling a swell of affection as Elden tripped over himself slightly in his haste. This was really happening. This man was his and Dorian could hardly believe how happy he was. He reminded himself that there was still a war going on and no doubt this would all end in tragedy, but perhaps for the moment he could put that aside.

He just wanted to focus on this moment, on Elden and everything he had with this man. Dorian had been told his entire life that he would never have this, this closeness and affection, someone like Elden, and yet here he was. And Dorian still found himself constantly fearing for the worst. But then Elden would smile at him, like he was now as he returned from the other room, and his expression said more than words ever could and Dorian knew the depths of everything he felt for him. It was overwhelming and terrifying and perfect and all Dorian could do was pull him close and kiss him, hoping Elden knew that he felt the same.

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The Audition Meme: 6teen Edition (inspired by x.)

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Mr. Selfridge - 28/? times Lady Mae Madame Rennard reveals cracks in hides behind her façade (4x01)

some interaction headcanons about the 3rd yrs  w/ the rest of Aqours
  • Riko keeps acrobating the fuck out whenever there’s a dog and the first time she does it in front of the 3rd years Mari excitedly claps and cheers while Kanan and Dia almost get a heartattack.
  • Kanan goes to make sure that Riko’s okay while Dia gets upset at the rest of Aqours for not getting worried that their friend just jumped out of the window. 
  • “She just jumped out of the window why are you all so calm???” “Ehh. She’s fine” “This is the third floor.” “Yeaaah.. she does this a lot.” “What” “Mmm. One time she kindof did an aerial flip out of Chika’s room and into her balcony because Shiitake chased her.” “WHAT.”
  • You had to be the one to properly explain about Riko’s fear of dogs bc the rest (and Mari) are busy playing with the dog that interrupted their practice
  •  The second time it happens, Kanan takes Riko aside to teach her how to land properly bc she’s worried and “Riko no ur going to break something if u keep landing on your ass pls stop that”
  • It’s how Kanan and Riko started bonding really
  • Hanamaru calls Kanan “Dad” unironically
  • Yoshiko used to sarcastically call Kanan as “Mom” at first but then she realized that Dia’s the real Momfriend of the group so she switches to “Dad” accordingly.
  • The younger Aqours didn’t really knew how to interact with Mari at first but then they saw her interacting with Ruby so warmly (they know each other way back okay) so they get a lot less nervous about it
  • Basically Kanan’s the group Dad, Dia’s the Mom, and Mari’s like the eccentric rich aunt who’s actually surprisingly reliable.
  • Chika and Kanan are the sass masters of the group, Chika’s also a pun master and you can always see Kanan making a grin whenever she makes one. Dia always rolls her eyes at it but she actually also enjoys it. Mari doesn’t always get the pun bc she’s not extremely fluent in japanese but when she does, she loves it.
  • One time Hanamaru found the Cinnamon Roll meme. She printed it out and taped it to Ruby. Dia’s conflicted about scolding Hanamaru for it. She wants to be angry for the principle of it (because MEMES) but on the other hand, it’s not like Hanamaru got it wrong
  • Hanamaru also printed out the Sinammon Roll one and taped that one to Mari. Mari’s really proud of it and actually had it framed.
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