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someone: hey studio mir you want me to take your leaked photos down? then confirm klance is canon. that’s right. i’m not gonna do anything unless you make klance canon. it’s that or your leaked photos all over the internet. canon klance or losing your jobs, your choice.

literally everyone else who likes klance:

Starry Merchandise?

So, after talking to a few tumblr friends I know at work, I am considering to make some starry merchandise such as graphic tees, iPhone cases, notebooks or even mugs?

Feel free to leave me a suggestion! I’m going to be working on a lot of stuff these next 10 days as I begin my 10 day vacation from my job!

See you guys later, and have a great memorial day weekend!

“That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.”

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Trans people have to deal with constant transphobia and disrespect and yet people still wanna put the temporary comfort of transphobic cis people before the long term rights and comfort of trans people, and think thats fair. 

People still wanna protect alienating and harmful transphobic “opinions” of cis people because thats just like, their opinion! So that makes it ok! Just accept it!

I’m sorry I just saw some truly fucked shit today and it got me thinking and I’m mad.

Requiem: Part Sixteen

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV


*Alvarez gripped Adrien’s arm before he could pull back his shadows. She pressed her other hand over his mouth, cringing at the warmth of his breath. She watched as the camp lord swaggered towards his room. Alvarez tugged Adrien forward. Walking in his shadows was different than walking in Cyrian’s. She pressed Adrien’s back against the wall, pressing her shoulder against his chest as the camp lord closed the door to his room.

Stay,” She said to the Shadowsinger’s son without looking back as she slipped out of his shadows in a fluid motion, her blade already gripped in her hand. Her feet pressed against the ground, not making a sound. A smile pulled at her lips, the mere thought of this prick lord dying had her bones tingling.

He deserved it. Deserved what was coming for him. She was glad she was the one who brought his demise to his doorstep. She stopped at the door, listening to the talking on the other side. Vaida. Alvarez’s breath hitched, just once, and she gripped the blade harder.

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Honestly, there is no greater feeling of accomplishment on this hellsite then when you go to stalk people’s blogs who reblogged your post to search for tags only to discover that they took the time to tag your post with personalized comments while the rest of their blog is tag free.