"tb's only argument is that rhaenyra was named the rightful heir" no, it's not, but you're really bitter we have that point don't you

guess it’s time to post this again:

Cringe culture is dead How do we feel about a IHNMAIMS OC who was just some poor 20 something who was a repairman/janitor at the time of the machine apocalypse and lives am's walls like some sort of parasitic isopod.

To the anon(s) reminding me daily that Megumi is a minor and I'm disgusting to write for him.

Megumi is born in 2002 according to information. If my brain isn't failing me completely that makes him 20/21 years old this year. :))

Me scouring tumblr to find a fanfic writer after I read their fic:

we all know olivia would have called simone in a heartbeat 

I'm locking down into full succession mode this weekend, sorry if you all aren't into that, you're going to have to muscle through my blog for a while anyway.

this could be us

no…

this is us

you dont have a choice ♡

No, I don't care if you don't agree.

Daniel Molloy is a cutthroat little bitch and I love him

this is fucking wrecking my shit

Final chapter for Like it or Not is up! Thank you all for your support on this story! Hope to see you on the next one!

Eve of Destruction - Conclusion: Entre Nous.

One hundred heads turned and riveted their attention to a small, yet oddly intimidating Asian woman with a magnificent mane of hair and a reputation for killing members of their group with ruthless efficiency. They did not know much about her beyond this and that her name was Eve and she was the beloved of the most dangerous assassin that The Twelve had groomed. “You may not want us to lead you, but trust me when I tell you there is no one else who can.    There is no one coming through the door that can do for you what we cannot.” “There is no Helene coming through that door.” 

“There is no Lars coming through that door.“ “There is no goddamn Dasha or Raymond coming through that door!”

“And there is no damn chance Carolyn Martens is coming through that door because I personally sent that bitch to hell.”

One hundred heads were riveting their eye and ear on everything the angry Asian woman uttered.  Yet one hundred heads were carefully sliding one eye sideways to the serene Russian woman who was saying nothing, looking at no one and seemingly mildly amused by the whole proceedings. 

“Here is the long and short of it.  WE are running The Twelve now.  There will be no discussion, no debate and no decision to be made,”  Eve snarled with venomous contempt.  “We will provide you with the leadership, the guidance, and the sense of purpose the fools we buried never did,”   the ex-MI5 agent shouted and shook her fist.   “We have a plan that will shake the world.  Not only our enemies, but before we are done, we will become a force to be reckoned with.”

The conclusion to what may (or may not) be my final Killing Eve fic. (illustrations by alig bello, audiododdy, and chenckino) A03 link.

    “Since it is apparently not obvious enough, if I have had more than two parenting-related interactions with you, you are probably adopted.”

“she’s 22” is trending on twitter 🤦🏼‍♀️

From the “no publicity is bad publicity” school of PR engagement.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IIIIIIS???!!!

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