Frederick Wentworth and Anne Elliot are actually way more insane than we give them credit for. Frederick was *this* close to pulling off an Anthony Bridgerton just because he read angsty wattpad stories out in the middle of the pacific ocean after running away from the country to get far from Anne? He wanted her jealous? He wanted to see if she cared? He thought her so changed because [There had been a time, when of all the large party now filling the drawing-room at Uppercross, they would have found it most difficult to cease to speak to one another.]?? He heard that she decided to stay and care for little Charles and realised–Fuck, she hasn’t changed at all, she’s still that kind, warm, compassionate Anne?? They hardly speak throughout the book? He resorts to talking about how he nearly died on his quest to Get Away From Anne just to make her feel scared for him??
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And when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair - that's when you'll come knocking on my door.
Raphael offering Dris a feast at the House of Hope, by soldagarius_art 😈🔥🍽️
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Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
(poem LXXXV, Catullus)
I hate and I love. Why I do this, perhaps you ask.
I know not, but I feel it happening and I am tortured.
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the cocks you draw are already so delicious i need them in my mouth immediately
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Just when I thought I was out, the pull me back in...
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My favorite thing about how they ate Jackie is that they weren't actually out of bear meat yet.
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working on my baizhu x childhood friend!reader fic... i am having so much fun but im worried this might end up being like ~3k words HELPSKDHG i have not written that much in months. the closest thing was my 2.7k word signora fic.
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sorry i tbink im feeling things. good things? debatable. things, for sure.
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