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kemetic-dreams · 9 months

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Chinwendu Alozie.

Born in America to Nigerian Parents from Imo State.

She plays for the Super Falcons of Nigeria.

A graduate of Molecular Biology from Yale University, Michelle plays for Houston Dash and also works as a part-time cancer research technician at the Texas Children's Hospital Houston.

This is the inspiration your daughter needs and not BBNaija House Mates nor naked celebrities

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floccinaucinihilipilificationa · 6 months

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#good omens #´hello friends!! how are you!!#I hope you're doing well! ( ´ ▽ ` )#I have a big cough but otherwise I am good! It's nothign bad I am just very slimey #usually I am not a cough person I am not sure where this is coming from #most of the time I just get a stuffy nose #has my nose gotten stronger #but there are good news too I have already found a VERY good chestnut to put into my pocket this autumn!! its very small! (❁´▽`❁)#it's been a very warm autumn in Germany so far so it has not really felt like fall yet #but yesterday it was all rainy and stormy and I had two new books and it was the best day possible to have a slimey cough (:#and now I feel SO much autumn I am close to buying a set of window colors #I do not know what I would to with the window colors I just have this strong urge in me to buy a window color set #the last time I did a window color was at the birtday of a class mate I think she turned 9 and I made a deer #but for some reason we did this craft 5 minutes before we all had to leave so we had to carry our window color deer home wet #unfortunatly for the deer and me I fell down the stairs of her house and smeared the deer all over me and i screamed the entire drive home #which wasn't very long but it probably felt very long for the mother who had a screaming child covered in window color deer inside her car

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copypastus · 5 months

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Nothing gave me more whiplash IN MY LIFE than going from acowar to acofas.

Remember when Feyre closed the chapter on her relationship with Tamlin and wished him well? Coz the Inner Circle sure keeps forgetting.

#my art #acotar #acotar fanart #tamlin #rhysand #acofas #acowar #acofas is enemy mine #stop coming to his house to bully tamlin challenge #i don't care if rhys comes with an excuse to discuss the boarders he goes off over the MILDEST shit #'i don't want illyrian brutes in my lands'#DDDD: how dare you?????#dude you don't want illyrian brutes in your lands either i don't see them hangining out in velaris #the dudes who die en masse every blood rite coz they'd rather kill each other than climb a mountain #who mutilate their women and would rather discard a weapon if a woman touched it #yeah why wouldn't you want an army of those in your war ravaged lands truly a mystery #rhys coming in with “”“harsh truths”“” more like rhys being a petty bitch #tamlin saves his mate AND HIM from being hella dead without asking for anything back #lost all respect for him in that scene #dude's comepletely winning at life and still can't leave well enough alone #i don't need them to be friends again just stop coming to the spring court #pro tamlin #anti rhysand #anti inner circle

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 1 month

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Sharing is caring. (Part 1/?)

My Engineer

The Eighth Sense

2gether

Love Mate

Remember Me

My School President

About Youth

House of Stars

Fragile Souls

My Engineer

Part of my favorite bl-tropes collection, as always in no particular order.

#my engineer the series #the eighth sense #2gether the series #love mate #remember me #my school president #about youth #house of stars #fragile souls #bl drama #bl series #myedit #multi bl #multibl.edit #bl tropes #lgbtq+#tvtropesedit #sharingyourheadphones

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warlenys · 8 months

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like. wilson was trying to fuck him here. how does rsl think this is straight acting

#rsl mate i love you but you’re delusional as hell #house md #hilson

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hyperfixationspam · 1 year

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i want more modern aus where ed's job is something normal but izzy is the same amount of intense about it. "edward you cant quit your job at the mcdonalds dont you understand this is what you were meant for"

#idk what the fic was called but i remember reading one where izzy was going on his spiel and ed was like 'mate i work at waffle house'#our flag means death

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introspectivememories · 3 months

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#AUUUGH WAILING SCREAMING CRYING SLIDING DOWN THE WALL SOBBING #BROCEDES PLEASE WHY COULDN'T YOU TWO HAVE BEEN NON-FAMOUS #WHY DID YOU DRAG ALL OF US INTO YOUR SITUATIONSHIP #my mom is sick of me wailing about them. nearly collapsed at work when i remembered 'yes... and team-mate'#sliver springs is going platinum in my house rn #how can you be childhood friends and just fall apart like that? i think about falling out with tas like that and i go nearly catatonic #yeah you're a 7x wdc winner and you got the one wdc that you wanted but was it worth it? was this loss worth it? would you do it again?#going by the interviews they probably would and that's why they fell out in the first place. i literally cannot imagine caring about some #trophy over my childhood best friend but like i guess that's why they're pro level athletes and i'm in my room posting about them #anyway what the fuck was up during f1 photographers during their fallout? why is every photo of them cinematic? did you know we'd be using #them? did you know we'd go crazy? or were you also like 'oh this is cinema in the making. i gotta capture this.'?#anyway for all of that want to know where the quote is from‚ it's jacob black from twilight when bella is getting turned into a vamp #stephanie meyer had one (1) banger line and it was this #brocedes #brocedes edit #f1 edit #f1 web weaving #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #nr6 #lh44 #formula 1 #web weaving #please ignore my absolutely atrocious photo editing skills. thank you imgflip!!

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hlizr50 · 7 months

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Just thinking about the precious minutes SJM spent confirming that Bryce and Hunt are mates even though it was well established in HOSAB and further solidified in the blurb for HOFAS, when she could have been talking about Ruhn and Lidia.

#crescent city #house of sky and breath #house of flame and shadow #hosab #hofas #quinlar #quinlar is endgame #quinlar are mates #mates #sarah j maas #sjm #sarah j maas interview #ruhn danaan #lidia cervos #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #ruhnlidia #daynight #nightbright

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sandwichsapphic · 6 days

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every time i try to start an essay my brain stops and i make one of these instead

#jeeves and wooster #reginald jeeves #bertie wooster #pg wodehouse #fake tweets #bertie DOES just enter peoples houses #a la The Mating Season #and maddie just lets him go #honestly how is that man not arrested more #he always gets away with it by his charm and sweet face #and jeeves #j&w #also sorry jeeves is only featured once #its hard to find tweets that work for him because he tries to hard to pretend hes cool and intelligent and Normal #like hes bonkers but he pretends so hard and he wouldnt just be tweeting about it like the rest of them are #he knows what a digital footprint is

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jmoonjones · 1 year

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my bbs relaxing before nesta week hits

#nesta archeron #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #nessian #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #acomaf #acosf #acowar #nesta #in this house we love and respect nesta archeron #my au cassian stands up for his mate #acotar art #acotar fan art #booktok

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swoleisthegoal · 4 months

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Weekend Vibes

#bodybuilding #guys #frat house #frat boys #athletes #team mates #weekend vibes #week end #bros #bruh #jock #male beauty #male friendship #male affection #alpha muscle #jock strap #men #str8 #gym rats

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rockingrobin69 · 9 months

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Beast of a thing

“What can I get you?” asked a loud voice, and Harry rubbed his face till his eyes burned.

“Hmm?” was clearly not the right answer.

“Coffee? Seems like you might need one. And something to nibble on. Sweet or savoury?”

“I,” Harry said, which wasn’t that much better. The—person?—who kept pestering him was smiley and extremely bright-eyed. Leaned down to him over a dark-blue apron, half-conspiratorial, half amused.

“Sweet, I should think.”

How rude. Harry crawled in here to die peacefully, not be badgered about fucking coffee. But a few seconds—minutes?—later there was more bustling, and someone placed a cup right next to where he was holding his head. It smelled hot. It smelled good.

Before he could even make the decision, Harry’s hands grabbed it and—oops—spilled a little, never mind. Yeah, it burned. Yeah, whatever. Harry raised the cup with a shaky fist and sipped something horrible and scalding hot. He felt, absurdly, and for the first time in—he felt a little bit like a person again. How fucking embarrassing. How fucking inaccurate.

“There you go, darling,” this time armed with a scone. The smell of clotted cream made Harry’s eyes roll back, made him choke. The jam was even worse, so sweet he nearly gagged. “This should cheer you right up.”

He nearly, nearly laughed. Was too busy growling, rubbing his pointy teeth against his inner lip. Something in his expression must have finally registered with the perky waiter, since they hurried back, tray cluttering as they hit something. Harry could finally go back to his—

“What now?” to the movement from the corner of his eye, but—the smell hit him first, hit harder. Lemon zest and evergreen forest. Something so pleasant it made Harry whimper, made him close his eyes. The newcomer used this reprieve to sneak into the seat next to Harry, so close their knees were touching.

“What do you want?” Harry asked, or whined. It hurt behind his molars, it hurt in the pit of his stomach. The touch, the unbelievable pressure coming from deep, deep inside.

“Hello to you too, Potter. You’re not an easy man to find.”

“Not an easy man,” Harry managed.

“Not a man,” Malfoy countered.

“Not,” Harry, “interested. Go back to the Ministry and—”

“So you really haven’t heard? I quit.” When Harry chanced a look, Malfoy was busy examining his fingernails. He looked—he smelled—he—was an onslaught Harry couldn’t, wouldn’t withstand.

Instead of whimpering again, of being pathetic: “So what do you want? Why come all this way if it wasn’t some…”

“Scheme?” Malfoy uncrossed his legs, leaned back. Too fucking much; Harry’s mouth watered already. “Plot? Who said it wasn’t. Maybe I’m hunting you down all for myself now.”

“Why,” Harry growled.

“Maybe I didn’t like the way you left.” A rustle: Harry didn’t need to look to know what that sound was. “Dear Malfoy, I hope you’ll understand—”

“Enough.”

Malfoy’s gaze burned on his skin. Malfoy’s everything burned. “—there’s nothing else I can do—”

“Enough. Please.”

A bang, too loud; his fist on the table. The coffee cup trembled, didn’t spill. “Oh, is that too much? Hearing your own stupid words? You can take it, sweetheart. We’ve not even got to the good part yet.”

Harry tried to take cover behind his hand. “Please, it’s—”

“I think you might be my mate,” Malfoy quoted in the iciest tone Harry’s ever heard, “Which is exactly why I have to go—”

“I did!” hiding, hiding. “How could I stay, how could I do anything when I knew I’d be putting you at risk? The Ministry won’t stop. And even if—even if they did,” in this horrible, shaky voice. “What I’ve become—”

“A fucking idiot, you mean?”

Harry looked up.

Malfoy’s lips were so thin. “I don’t care what you are. I don’t care what they tried to make you into. You think I might be your mate and then you run? Sentence yourself to, what, a miserable, lonely existence just because you’re scared?”

The shudder took him so hard he nearly fell. “I can’t hurt you,” Harry said through gritted teeth. “I won’t.”

“You have, arsehole,” with exasperation that seemed oddly fond. “Come on, Potter. You didn’t even do me the courtesy of asking.”

“Asking?”

“Veelas have mates too. You’d know if you bothered to stick around.”

“They have—” something whirled in his belly, in his chest. Something sickening and bright. “Wait. Are you saying—what are you saying?”

“You can’t hurt me.” Malfoy bent closer. “Not in the way you imagine. Not if you stay and work it out like an adult. I won’t let the Ministry use you as a weapon. I won’t let anything—I’m saying you’re an idiot, and I’m an even bigger one, and that if you’d run from me again, you’ll regret it.”

A smile burst, baffled and hot between his cheeks. “You… are you serious?”

“You think I came all this way for a joke? I only commit to things that are worth my while.” His grey eyes, burning. “Are you worth my while?”

Helpless, he grabbed Malfoy’s hand. The scent of him in Harry’s nose, heavenly and far too strong: everything he could hope for, that he tried to escape. “Please,” Harry croaked.

Malfoy hummed, leaned back. Used his free hand to steal Harry’s scone. “I’m staying across the road. When you’re quite done—”

On his feet. “Done.” The edges of Malfoy’s lips twitched.

“Very well.” He got up, cast a look from under his endless lashes. “Potter. If you leave again—”

“I won’t,” Harry promised, and meant it. Won’t be able to, now that he had Malfoy back in his arms, smelling and looking and being like that. Now that Harry felt alive, and like a person, and also not. Better than any treat, sweet or savoury. Bitter and sour, lemon zest and evergreens: his Malfoy. His mate.

For my dear @generalpizzaengineer and their prompt 💖

#drarry fic #1k #creature fic #Us-Against-The-Ministry but vague #running away #break up/make up #light angst with a happy ending #rockingrobin69 #werewolf harry #veela draco #mates #(wow i don't even mean the friend kind OR the flat/house kind! who even am i?)

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dreamsandstars24 · 1 month

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🫖HUSH🫖

my little Gwynriel fic because I am listening to a House of Wind library ambience and it has teleported me to another realm. Just fluff because it's quick but my Valkyries are here and they make me soft. Anyway, enjoy!

Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn were in the library. That had been as much as Azriel's shadows had reported to him before frantically going in the direction of the library.

With a sight, with Rhys and Cassian behind him, he made his way to the library, fully aware of the quietness that was inside the place. Once he reached the closed doors, he knocked softly and opened the door, ready to go in, but the scene he found froze him in his spot, and a part of him noticed how his brothers stopped and took the scene in.

For starters, the library had cushions everywhere of every colour with piles and piles of books filling the floor, teapots whistling softly on a small stove, and the three most feared Valkyries spread throughout the place.

Nesta had found her place on the window, sitting on a cushion so big that it appeared as if it could swallow her. Her feet were tugged in under her, and a frown had been set on her brow as she read the book she was holding between her hands and supporting with her legs, the name of which was impossible for him to see.

Emerie, on the other hand, was near the bookshelf. Her wings were relaxed, and the smell of floral oils seemed to emanate from her. She had a thick blanket covering her legs, but her feet peeked under it as a soft smile was plastered on her lips.

When Azriel found Gwyn, he had the urge to laugh out loud. She was on the floor, lying on her back, as an invisible hand kept the book right on top of her. Her feet were moving happily, her hair like a valley of flowers under her hair and pooling on the floor, a soft blush on her cheeks as her lips moved quietly following her reading.

With astonishment, he noticed how his shadows were moving around her, caressing her skin in subtle ways. Her fingers moved against them as if she could feel them between her hands.

She looked peaceful. She looked beautiful. She looked safe.

With his heart on his throat at the sensation of having witnessed something beautiful, he turned to his brothers, motioning for them to keep quiet with a finger on his lips. Both Cassian and Rhys nodded, their eyes soft as they stared at the females, who seemed at peace in their own space, undisturbed and happy in their quietness.

Reluctantly, they moved out of the room and closed the door quietly behind them to not bother them.

Azriel took a deep breath, taking in once again the petrichor smell that surrounded Gwyn, and stepped away, knowing she was safe.

His shadows, however, stayed with her. Making sure she was safe, holding her in the way he secretly wished he could.

#gwynriel #nessian #emerie #nesta #gwyneth #azriel #rhysand #cassian #house of wind #mates #acotar #sjm #sjmaas #grwynriel fanfiction #fluff #short and sweet #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn

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blmpff · 3 months

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✨ Various Tropes: Wait, Don't Go (1/?) ✨

TITLES IN ORDER: 1. Semantic Error (2022) 2: Kiseki: Dear To Me (2023) 3: La Pluie (2023) 4: My Personal Weatherman (2023) 5: 7 Days Before Valentine (2023) 6: Happy Merry Ending (2023) 7: House of Stars (2023) 8&9: Love Class 2 (2023) 10. Middleman's Love (2023) 11. Love Mate (2023) 12: Tokyo In April Is... (2023)

#TITLES IN ORDER:#semantic error #kiseki: dear to me #la pluie the series #taikan yoho #my personal weatherman #7 days before valentine #happy merry ending #house of stars #love class 2 2couples #middleman's love #love mate the series #tokyo in april is...#shigatsu no tokyo wa #various tropes #wait dont go #wait don't go #part one #blmpff

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fazcatz · 1 month

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I just know every time those articles came out during WAD era of Dan describing his and Phil's relationship, Phil would be like "Whyyyy can't this mf just describe our relationship like a normal person 😭"

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gwyns · 3 months

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mate. the word you're looking for is mate

#its 2024 and sjm is still making her ships mates huh... wonder why that is.... its almost like she loves the trope or something #hofas spoilers #crescent city spoilers #house of flame and shadow spoilers #cc3 spoilers #kenzie reads hofas #crescent city #ruhn danaan #lidia cervos #ruhn x lidia #daynight

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