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🌍 Krimml Waterfalls, High Tauern National Park, Salzburg, Austria | 📸 j.r- photography1

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anonymous asked:

Is it just me or Voldermot could NOT have gotten any edgier. Like, seriously, Vol? Your followers are called 'dEath eAtErs', your 'dArk mArk' is snake and a fucking skull- hell- you named yourself goddamn lOrD VoldEmorT, and your weakness is love? Ohmygod

concept: Voldemort as a goth girl

Preferences: Rhysand

I’m almost done with writing my Preferences by category so I will now be publishing them by Character for anyone that’s feeling in a {Rhys, Dorian, Aelin, etc} mood. If you have a particular character you would like Preference’d, let me know! 

First meeting/mate bond:

It seems like all the air is taken from his lungs when it first snaps. His heart is pounding rapidly in his chest and Rhys feels as if it might explode. His usual smug expression disappears until unrelenting determination and love shine through. He doesn’t even believe - can’t believe - that the Cauldron would grace him with such an exquisite creature as a mate. ‘Mine’ he whispers, more to himself than anyone else. You’re across the room so you don’t hear him and Rhys is pretty sure that you don’t know yet, so he decides to not tell you for a little while. However, that doesn’t stop him from murmuring quietly practically every time he sees you - a smile playing on his face - ‘mine.’

Kisses:

His hands cup your face lovingly as he leans in. Kisses with the High Lord almost always start off gentle, and end in passion. His mouth worships your own as he coaxes it open and explores inside. When it gains in intensity, his brow slowly creases with concentration as he restrains himself from losing control. Said restraint is reduced to smithereens when your fingers brush his wings and Rhysand’s tongue takes on a mind of its own - not that you’re complaining.

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Southside High 

Chapter Six 

Or read it on Ao3

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five 

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones 

Summary: Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.
-Kahlil Gibran


“-it was all the rain-“

“-and definitely the song-“

“-so many societal pressures-“

“So, it’s probably easiest if we just forget it ever happened,” Betty says quickly, biting her lip as she stares at Jughead from across her desk in the office of the Black and Gold on Wednesday afternoon.

His eyes darken as they flicker to the collar of her sweater and Betty quickly reaches up to smooth it down, ensuring it’s fully covering the deep purple fading mark he had left there.

The way he’s holding her gaze, flipping a pen anxiously between his fingers, a frown tugging at his lips, sparks a tiny hope in Betty that he’ll shake his head and say, “no, Betts, I can’t forget it ever happened. In fact, I’m in love with you. Run away with me?”

Okay, okay, so she’s a bit of a hopeless romantic. 

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Taylor swift wrote Don’t Blame Me about reylo and that is the tea for tonight