did you call for me

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The snowball Part 8

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Surviving Christmas Day with what Feyre feared was a fractured wrist was not fun. Tamlin was back to his normal self, doting on Feyre and even helping her cut her lunch when he saw she was having trouble. It almost made Feyre feel bad when she called Rhys as soon as Tamlin was called away on an urgent meeting in the afternoon.

Rhys had picked up after two rings.

“Hello?” Rhys asked over the booming laugh of Cassian in the background.

“Hey. It’s Feyre.”

“Feyre?” Rhys asked shocked. Feyre heard Rhys shushing people in an attempt to hear her better. “Did you call me last night too? I’m sorry I tried ringing the number back but it said it was disconnected.”

“No, um that was probably Tamlin.”

There was a long pause before Rhys continued. “Are you okay?”

The pain of Feyre’s wrist and her isolation in Tamlin’s huge home came crashing into her and her voice cracked as she responded, “He found your number Rhys. He was furious, I don’t know how to fix this, I can’t-”

“Did he hurt you?” Rhys’s quiet voice interrupted.

Feyre felt ashamed to feel tears making tracks down her face and at herself for still not being able to admit that she was hurt because of Tamlin.

“I think I may have fractured my wrist.” She managed to get out in between gasps.

On the other end of the phone, Feyre heard movement and people talking in hushed tones.

“It’s alright Feyre. Just breathe, Mor and I are coming to get you.”

“Tamlin’s not here.”

“I don’t care, I’d still be coming if he was there. Can you keep talking to me?”

So for a few minutes, Feyre talked about her family. She hadn’t heard from them in a while and despite not having the greatest relationship with her sisters she still missed them. Her father too. Rhys listened patiently, occasionally updating Feyre on their location. Talking calmed her down and took her mind off her increasing hysteria and pain.

By the time Rhys and Mor found her curled around her injured hand in the living room, Feyre was breathing easily again and had stopped crying. Rhys helped her up with her good arm while Mor disappeared down the hallway. Rhys kept a supportive arm around her out of the house and all the way out to the car which Cassian had kept running. Feyre’s legs were working fine and didn’t need the help from Rhys to remain upright but she was leaning too much into the warmth of him to think about pulling away. She hadn’t even realised how cold it had gotten in the house once Tamlin had left.

Mor returned from the house carrying an armful of Feyre’s possessions, some clothes, and essential items. Feyre was too tired to question any of this as Rhys slotted her into the middle seat between him and Mor. As the car pulled out from the driveway Feyre noticed a flash of red disappear from the window of Lucien’s house.


At the hospital, Feyre felt too exhausted to explain anything, so Mor got her in to see a nurse and be examined. Rhys hovered nearby with Cassian, whispering rapidly between themselves. Cassian seemed to be on the losing side of an argument as he stalked from the room.

The nurse asked a few questions as to the nature of the injury which Feyre did a poor job of answering, mainly just grunts or shrugs. As Feyre’s arm was being bandaged up the nurse took Rhys and Mor a few paces away to talk.

“Her wrist is fractured but it’s small and won’t need surgery. After a few days of being wrapped and little to no movement, it should heal by itself.” The nurse seemed to be at war with herself over whether to continue. “The fracture is strange though, not what you would see from a fall as she’s trying to tell me.” At this, she gave a pointed look at Rhys.

Mor looked worriedly between the nurse and Rhys. “How does a person get the injury Feyre has?”

“The bones are nearly crushed, as if a great force was used. Maybe if it was trapped under a heavy object or,” another pointed look at Rhys, “if a person crushed it with their own hand.”

Rhy’s face showed anger but he managed to calmly tell the nurse, “Neither myself or Mor was there at the time. Her boyfriend was though.”

The nurse looked to Mor for confirmation who nodded. The nurse then pulled out a folder.

“I’ve seen that girl’s face around here too many times these past weeks. Her records show in a month she’s been here no less than four times. Suspected broken bones, a bad ankle, even a suspected broken nose once.”

Rhys felt sick. He hadn’t even picked up on half of Feyre’s injuries. She had always shown up to work and rarely seemed to be in pain. He knew something was wrong for weeks but didn’t want to get involved in Feyre’s relationship, in case anyone thought he was meddling for purely selfish reasons. Mor looked just as distraught as him.

“Now clearly this girl doesn’t want to talk to me, I get that. But can I trust you two to make sure I don’t see her in here again?” The nurse asked.

“Don’t worry, we’ll talk with her. I’m going to see if she wants to stay with me for a few days.” Mor said, seeing that Rhys was in no state to talk.

“Good. I’ll leave her with you then. We’re also sending her home with a few pain meds but other than that she should be good to go.”


 Once back in the car Rhys noticed that Feyre looked much better. She had some colour back in her face and her eyes didn’t look as empty. How had he not noticed how thin she had become lately?

“Feyre, how do you feel like coming and living with me for a few days?” Mor asked gently.

Rhys felt hatred pulse through him as he saw fear widen Feyre’s eyes.

“He wouldn’t like that.”

“It’ll just be for a few days Feyre. You can call… Tamlin, if you want. We just think you need some more company around you, Tamlin’s always working and we just want to make sure you heal properly. It will be like a big sleepover with just us girls.” Mor smiled.

When Feyre still looked uncertain, Mor looked at Rhys for support but he could only shake his head, knowing that if he opened his mouth up now, he would only say something Tamlin deserved, but it would make Feyre more upset. So Mor waited patiently until Feyre finally nodded her head.

“Just for a few days.” Feyre nodded, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself.


Cassian dropped Mor and Feyre off at Mor’s house which she shared with Amren. Cassian smiled sadly at Feyre as he drove away with Rhys back to their shared house. Rhys had been ever so quiet in the car and Feyre had been unable to decipher his silence.

Holding a few meagre possessions which Mor had grudgingly allowed her to take with her good hand after insisting she could help, Feyre made her way into the small house.

Inside was warm and despite the old appearance of the house from the outside, the inside was very modern looking and was only a few blocks down from the coffee shop. Amren was waiting for them in the kitchen with some food.

“Hey roomie.” Amren smiled, something Feyre was not often accustomed to seeing and the effect was a little alarming.

“Come, have some dinner Feyre.” Mor said while ripping an entire chicken leg off for herself.

“Thanks but I’m not very hungry. I think I might just go to bed if that’s alright.”

Amren and Mor shared a worried glance but Amren showed her down the hallway to a spare room with a bed already made for her. Feyre didn’t even pull back the covers before collapsing on it in a heap.

“We’ll save you some left overs for when you wake up.” Amren said, but Feyre was already asleep.

Only a few hours later, Mor and Amren were watching television together when Mor’s phone rang.

“Az, I already texted Rhys 10 times that Feyre is okay, tell him to stop rin-”

“Rhys is in hospital. Tamlin was here. Part of the house caught fire.”

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Stay positive and happy. Work hard and don’t give up hope. Be open to criticism and keep learning. Surround yourself with happy, warm and genuine people. (photo cred // inspo)

2x07 Theory: Malec

So I was asked to write my 2x07 theory and I think I’ve completely put everything together.

So Jace has sex with a random chick (at Magnus’ apartment, like ew we have no room for straight people here get out) and Alec and Jace have a conversation about why the hell Jace is there in the first place. I think that Alec walks in on Jace and the girl doing the do and is utterly repulsed by it. Okay so this sight may have played a hand in Alec’s thinking of sex. I’m not saying he didn’t have those desires before, I’m just saying that this had him wokeTM .

So, Alec goes to none other than his lovely little sister for a sexual consult, to which Izzy is absolutely ecstatic. (number one #malec shipperTM) She probably says something along the lines of “You just know” or something. She then proceeds to explain to him the intricacies of gay sex and he is very confuesd a) because he knows how it works he’s a grown ass man, and b) why does his little sister know so much about the intricacies of gay sex.

And then they go shopping in Japan bc they wanna get away from cockblock JaceTM and when they are there, Alec decides to buy Magnus an omamori, a Japanese good luck charm because Alec is soft af.

Magnus is shook!

and then you have Alec going in for the kill. But it’s just a quick smooch because they are soft boyfriendsTM

Then here we have Magnus and Alec cuddling up into each other on the balcony being all domestic and shit. Things from this point become erotic and something clicks in Alec’s brain and he’s just like ‘I’m ready to lose my flower leggo’ and they begin to take it into the bedroom but then Alec stops to tell Magnus that he is worried he won’t ‘be good at it’ or something like that and the Magnus will say…

And then…

They make love.

How does this story end? Well…


we all die.

Shit Slytherins Say on Valentine's Day : #2
  • Hufflepuff: "Hi, did it hurt?"
  • Slytherin: "What?"
  • Hufflepuff: "When you fell from heaven."
  • Slytherin: "Did you just call me Satan?"

Hey so I’m thinking about Kara and M’gann again and I wrote some stuff because goddamn it I am gonna build this city from the ground up if it’s the last thing I do.


strange girls in a strange land

It’s never a secret. For the first time in Kara’s thirteen years on Earth, there’s no great revelation. There isn’t anything to reveal.

This weight that she’s carried with her into every relationship outside the Danvers that she’s ever tried to build since she landed—it suddenly becomes inconsequential, when they’re together. The fact that Kara is Kryptonian, that she is Supergirl. The distinction between Kara Danvers and Kara Zor-El and National City’s resident hero. The deception; the disguise.

There’s no pretense between them, no pretending, no parts to play. They meet in the ring as Supergirl and Miss Martian, and then a few days later Kara Danvers shows up at the alien bar—and M’gann knows. It’s not something she needs to deduce or figure out after they’ve known each other a while. She just looks at Kara and she knows—it’s just a simple unconscious observation, as clear to see as the gold of Kara’s hair or the blue of her eyes.

M’gann slides Kara an Aldebaran rum and Kara doesn’t even realize that she’s still wearing her glasses.

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insp.
- Time can be rewritten!
- Not those times, not one line… don`t you dare!

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West City is a modern metropolis where both saiyans and humans live and thrive. When Bulma Briefs becomes the first human to join the police force, she quickly learns how tough it is to enforce the law. Determined to prove herself, Bulma jumps at the opportunity to solve a mysterious case. Unfortunately, that means working with Vegeta Ouji, a scam artist saiyan who makes her job even harder.

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…I LITERALLY WATCHED THIS MOVIE FOR THE FIRST TIME LIKE 5 DAYS AGO HOW DID YOU KNOW MY THOUGHTS AFAFHDALKFJHLAHAL

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My very first redraw, and it’s of beautiful Keith.

I hope you like it

If you like my work please check out more of it on this blog. I have a couple other voltron arts posted.

Bless Steve Rogers, who, in the midst of everyone throwing down over the very idea of the Accords, actually tries to read through them. Keep reading, buddy! You’re almost to the section on the secret supermax prison hidden underneath the ocean!