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☀️ Summer tol and smol ☀️

Kenma and his shoes are too cute for this world and Kuroo is That One Guy™ who wears flip flops all summer you can’t convince me otherwise ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

one of my only real issues with studyblr is that it just ?? makes me want to study everything ?? like i’ll see a law student and be like,, damn I wanna learn law now !! or i’ll see a medicine student and decide I want to learn medicine or see a physics student and decide I want to be a physicist and I just ??? want to learn everything ever ??

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The Tower

Fenris/f!Hawke, Rapunzel inspired AU


“I’m Hawke. Is this your tower?”

He is too perplexed to be on guard and just shakes his head. She musters him for a few seconds and then actually starts making her way up the tower, despite the height, despite the thorns.


“I’ve never left here.”

Fingers clenching, expecting shock or worse, pity. She just shrugs.

“This is the first time I’ve left my village, too. And the first thing I did was get lost in the woods and it’d just figure that the person I’m asking for directions has no clue either.”

Just like that, she makes them equals. Until now, he’s only ever been lesser.


She returns, more than once, further nurturing the little flame of hope that he’s desperately tried to squash.

“I brought you pastries.”

Casually, she brushes off some of the glazed sugar that sticks to his cheek. He flinches. She apologises and refrains from touching him after that. He wishes she would.

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it’s sad when relationships fall apart. it’s sad, it’s really sad. i hate seeing two people who once loved each other walk by each other like nothing ever happened. i hate seeing their old pictures erased from their facebook walls and i hate how they don’t know the stuff about the other anymore. like what music they listen to or what their favourite subject at school is now. it’s like what was the point if it was going to end?

but i think that’s life. or at least, that’s what i’ve learned. i think you meet people and for a time, they are the love of your life. romantically or otherwise. you love the shit out of them. yet even those relationships are susceptible to falling apart sometimes. and that happens. and it sucks and it hurts, but it happens.

so to the me in 2017… i hope you meet a lot of new people or old people become your new favourite people and that you have the time of your life with them. they’re not all going to stick around, but that doesn’t mean that time is worthless.

i hope you never let someone harden yourself to the point where you shut yourself off from people, but i hope you learn your lessons. i hope you find the ability to move on from the past even though that’s your biggest struggle. i hope you can let go. i really do. please. let go.

—  // lily rose.
Alive

Rating: M
Words: 2044
Summary: My take on Molly and Sherlock meeting again after those words are said. Inspired by various posts going around.

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She didn’t have Sherlock’s deductive genius, but Molly Hooper knew exactly who was knocking at her door.

She ignored him.

She was tempted to turn the television up, but instead she curled further into the corner of the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them.

The knocking repeated. Same pattern, no harder.

She continued staring at the television, not watching the rerun. She’d taken the day off, begged it off really. She should have known better than to think she could escape Sherlock.

There was a pause. She buried her head in her legs.

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Okay, but imagine that Sam and dean are in a new town. Sam’s still in school, something Dean had long since given up, and he’s quite happy with it.

Now, a kid walks up to him, someone who hasn’t been in any of his classes, but always seems to be around when Dean’s there to pick him up. 

“Is your name really… Baby Boy? Baby Boy Winchester? Kind of like The Outsiders with Soda Pop and Ponyboy?”

Sam really doesn’t know what to say, he’s red all over when he answers the boy with a simple, “It’s Sam.” He’s got to tell Dean to stop calling him that in public. 

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“Oh, Merlin.” Arthur said quietly. “What did I tell you about crying? No man is worth your tears, not even me.” He sat down beside his friend and rested his hand on Merlin’s arm, touching his skin without any pressure. He didn’t necessarily want to reach through him again. Arthur just wished he could let him know that he was there. Then Merlin could get the potion from Gaius that they’d used too see Uther. And if Merlin could see him… if he could just see him, maybe then he would stop feeling like a part of his soul was missing.