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[ineij]

#‘ VANITY ˛ ( as if we wear crowns. ✶ #baby gorl

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jesper  fahey . 

      NO, THEY ARE NOT THE SAME — jesper would probably survive eating chocolate covered chili peppers.  or, at the very least, he’d be tasting something other than … cheese grease.  but that was beside the point right now; he’s clearly offended her culinary skills, and, well — jesper kind of feels a little bad about that.

“ i can make them, ”  he challenges back, eyes narrowing on that forkful of pasta like it’s insulted his mother.  is there no escape from this, a cheesy fate?  probably not.  better to just bite the bullet.  “ alright, fine, fine!  give it here — but afterwards, you are soooooooo trying a chocolate chili.  no backing out once i eat this, either.  do we have a deal? ”

there’s a brief pause between his proposition and her response,   to which she spends the first few seconds drawing out the silence as she glares at him,   attention promptly returning to her meal and taking a stab out of it and pushing it into her mouth.    she chews the food angrily,   passionately,   fervently         —         with purpose.    she even takes her sweet time reaching for her glass of water and taking a sip before she releases an      aaahhhhhh      exhale,   finally shifting her attention back to him.         

❝  if i end up destroying the lining of my stomach over your chocolate covered chili peppers,   you are paying for the medical bill.    and you will need to take on my job for the time being.    cloak and all.  ❞         she’s entirely serious.    though she doesn’t think the chili peppers would actually do a thing to her,   it was the combination that was madly unappealing to her.        ❝  the deal is the deal.  ❞          with a simple and effortless push,   the platter is slid over to his side of the table and she nods.        ❝  eat up.  ❞ 

#pistolslinger #˛ ⠀ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐯. ⠀ ⠀ modern⠀ ⠀ ‚ ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ and she was free. #THE RETURN OF THE ALMIGHTY PASTA DEBATE ............

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moxxie .          @rebelwove​

𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝚄𝙵𝙵. and there may or may not be frustrated tears in his eyes as he curls up his fingers into a tight fist. did it really fucking matter if there were tears in his eyes? no. it fucking didn’t not when their dick of a boss as standing there like the douchebag he is talking about MOXXIE’S GOD DAMN SEX LIFE WITH HIS WIFE. and then just fucking walked away to get a fucking coffee. and didn’t even bother to ask of moxxie wanted one too !! where was the respect ???? there was none. he tries to force air into his lungs again.

𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚓. he shouldn’t go off on inej. he shouldn’t go off on inej. 𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽’𝚃 𝙶𝙾 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙹.

𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. that was gonna leave a bruise for sure but he was too fuming to care. his voice somehow ends up scarily calm ❝ oh yes. I’m being very very serious. I genuinely want to know if someone took an eggbeater to blitzo’s skull when he was a child and 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙰𝚈 ❞

pointer effortlessly spins the tip of the knife against the metal table,   body leaning to the side the lightest as chin rests over her palm.    the posture is lax,   bored almost,   the day had been slower than the others.    inej wonders if blitzø had done something to stop the flow of their business.    it wouldn’t have been the first time but it did make her the slightest bit concerned,   especially knowing the rent in for the suite could not be held up if this pace went on much longer.    it’s a usual day to listen to bickering between her co - workers,   and she almost regrets tuning into the rantings of one mister moxxie.        

❝  an eggbeater ?    that’s vividly specific.  ❞         nose wrinkles at the image that forms in her head immediately after,   brows furrowing as she grimaces.         ❝  you’re even calling him blitzo.  ❞        brow rises as she emphasizes the   ‘ o ’   in his name,   which was meant to be silent.       ❝  what did he do this time ?    you know that he’s just      ...    like that.    maybe he did get an eggbeater to his skull,   maybe he also had a bad start to his day.  ❞          skillfully flicking her wrist so the knife spins from the top of the table and landing comfortably in the palm of her hand,   she sits upright,   a show of her attention.        ❝  did he spy on you and millie again ?  ❞ 

#rebelwove #i need a tag for hb verse but oh my god #i am actually losing it i love moxxie

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absolutely furious !!!!!!!!

#i finally updated my mac to the fucking idk whatever the new os is and #i can FINALLY see those invisible emojis in my tags !!!!!!! #EMBARRASSING !!!!!!!!!!!!! #i either need to archive and remake or just redo tags but im )))):<

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jyn  erso .  @vicioushope​

jyn pauses, studying the other woman’s face, trying to gauge the level of sincerity in inej’s eyes. over the past few weeks she’s worked with the other woman, jyn’s come to understand this is just how inej operates. she tends to say what she means, not often bothering with schemes or lies ( unlike kaz, who is a pain in the ass to decode ) ; she prefers it this way, hating the mental energy it took to dance around what she really wanted. after a beat, jyn dips her chin in a nod, agreeing silently. truthfully, she’s grateful for inej’s help –– she hadn’t been lying when she said she isn’t good at the sneaking around shit. “ more than pathetic, ” she adds with a glint in her eyes, flashing a half-smile at the other’s aggressiveness. “ all i’ve got is a name and the place we met at to make the deal. antje de vries. an alias, no doubt. ” from what she’d heard in the criminal underground, her contact had been trustworthy in the past –– seems like she’d tipped off the right people to spread lies or jyn had been the only person who’d gotten fucked over. regardless, she should have done better research, should have known the amount of money offered for the contract was too good to be true. “ –– and so long as it’s not kaz, fine. ”

there’s a flicker of it,   of utmost amusement that dances over the wraith’s lips         —         she’s tried to practice being more stoic,   expressionless,   especially in the ruthless and cold environment of the barrel.    but in moments like these,   she finds it difficult to hold back the twitch of emotion,   the slightest hint of human functioning         —         something that screamed amidst the chaos of the bar,   of the clamor of such a noisy city     :     i feel strongly,   i allow myself to be more than the dust this world wants to crush me into.        ❝  more than pathetic just further convinces me.    a level worse than pathetic,   my,   we must really do something about that,   then.  ❞          there’s a sliver of poshness in her structure,   cleverly delivered as she continues to flip through the pages,   hoping the nonsense would start to filter correctly into her brain,   as if she could decipher its content the longer she inspected.         ❝  the name sounds familiar,   alias or not.    i might have heard it through the wind a few nights here and there.    nobody is truly invisible,   not with me.  ❞         she’s confident,   the words spoken with ease and certainty.    gaze follows the path of her finger as the pointer glides along the written content,   only to stop once she recognizes the symbol,   the characters.         ❝  scratch that,  ❞          she hands the book back over,   skillfully flipping the hood of her cloak over her head.         ❝  i might have a lead.    follow me.  ❞         and so she snakes through the crowd,   making her way out the backdoors. 

#vicioushope #˛ ⠀ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐯. ⠀ ⠀ main⠀ ⠀ ‚ ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ her future was waiting above. #the GORLS ARE BACK

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it feels like the calm before the storm,,,,,,,,,,,, i just know we’re gonna get some grishaverse news ......... its coming ......... 

#me ? excited for the gv revival and mutuals (including me) returning? yeah #also me ? terrified and not rlly in the mood ? yeah #LMAO

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OF  INEJ  GHAFA,      AND  HER  FUTURE  WAS  WAITING  ABOVE.    //   005:   MODERN.

#‘ EDIT ˛ ( 𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. ✶ #‘ VANITY ˛ ( as if we wear crowns. ✶ #the way i shouted when she posted these #gOD #SHES' FEEDING THE INEJ AGENDA #GOING MF BONKERS #FERAL #BARK BARK BARK

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wow it’s been over a year since i made all my gv blogs brb gonna sob

#‘ OOC ˛ ( more like hurricane tortilla. ✶

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#˛ 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐣 ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ we never stop fighting. #just the VIBES

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OF  INEJ  GHAFA,      AND  HER  FUTURE  WAS  WAITING  ABOVE.     //     004:   MODERN.

#‘ EDIT ˛ ( 𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. ✶ #‘ VANITY ˛ ( as if we wear crowns. ✶ #meant to post these right when simone dropped the photos but got distracted #BUT ANYWAYS IM GOING FUCKIN BONKERS BRRRRRR BARK #LOOK AT HER #INEJ CORE IN MODERN #INEJ !!!!!!!! CORE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

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how in the hell . is this blog almost a year old 

#bro it feels like the show aired last month

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AMITA SUMAN ph. Joseph Sinclair

#‘ VANITY ˛ ( as if we wear crowns. ✶ #me slut ? me slut

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no saint ever watched over me, not like you have.

redbubble prints | ig | twt

#‘ AES ˛ ( a dangerous girl. ✶ #GOD !!!!!!!!! #this art will never not go hard #calicoture u absolute gem

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                              A  GOOD  MYTH  IS  HARD  TO  KILL

                he'd  broken  his  leg  dropping  down  from  the  rooftop .   the  bone  didn't  set  right ,   and  he'd  limped  ever  after .   so  he'd  found  himself  a  fabrikator  and  had  his  cane  made .                                            it  became  a  declaration .                    there  was  no  part  of  him  that  was  not  broken ,   that  had  not  healed  wrong ,   and    there  was  no  part  of  him  that  was  not  stronger  for  having  been  broken .                        @DUIVAL .    written  by  ruby .

#‘ PROMO ˛ ( 𝐯𝐢. ✶ #RUBY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #THIS IS SO SEXI OMG #ALSO WELCOME BACK #U HAVE BEEN MISSED !!!!!!!!!!!

[ineij]

𝐰𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧  ,

wylan  found  inej  sitting  on  the  steps  that  lead  to  the  mansion’s  back  garden,    two hands wrapped around a cup of coffee and a blanket draped over her shoulders to fend off the morning chill.  the whole picture was strangely domestic,  in a way that wylan was still struggling to get used to after these past few days with the three of them living together in his father’s mansion,  in a way that made his heart swell with fondness nonetheless.

“  ‘ morning.  ”   wylan’s voice was laden with sleep as he sat next to her,  wincing just a little at the pain in his still-healing ribs.  inej offered one end of her blanket and he accepted gratefully,  tugging it across his shoulders as she scooted a little closer.

wylan dragged a hand down his face,  fighting back a yawn as he stared out at the canal.   “  are you always up this early or did you hear jesper’s snoring too?  ”   

when there came no reply he glanced over,  and almost jumped at the way inej was staring,  brow furrowed like she was studying him.  wylan was suddenly self-conscious,  and he felt compelled to sit up a little straighter,  to fix his posture.  the bruises he’d been left with after the auction had mostly faded by now,  but was there something on his face?  was it his breath?

after a moment,  he spoke.   “  uh,  do  i  —  ”

“  did you do something different with your hair?  ”   @ineij asked suddenly.

for a moment wylan only blinked,  and then he snorted.   “  no,  i  —  i  washed it,  probably?  ”  he tugged a hand through his curls.  admittedly,  it had felt good to wash what felt like months’ worth of dirt and grime and barrel off of him,  but now wylan felt his cheeks flush even as he laughed.   “  ghezen,  was it that bad before?  ”

the first night,   she couldn’t get herself to sleep.   not in the way she knew she should be able to.    it felt too easy,   undeserved,   even though she knew it was utter foolishness to even think such a thing despite the absolute madness they all endured.    but old habits were harder to break,   the hyper - vigilance coating her nerves as clenched fists readied for the most prominent dagger that laid on her form.    and then it got easier,   it was unexpected as she felt what must have been actual slumber,   to feel the heaviness of her limbs after giving into exhaustion.    so she wakes up later now,   no longer chasing the sun’s first appearance through the deep indigos of the early skies,   no longer feeling that need to hurry.

it’s quiet,   quieter than she’s used to,   when she makes her way to the garden         —          when she listens for the bustling indistinct chatter,   the makeshifts of calamity.    comfort swells within her as she hears the shuffling of feet behind her,   and then the voice of familiarity that the mansion had been lacking.    it still feels unreal,   that they can live and live without worrying about their next move,   when all that would matter was properly brewing coffee or choosing a meal from the vast collection.

she blinks,   feeling the breeze on her cheeks as she studies him,   gaze flickering from the fading bruises,   the easing tiredness around his eyes,   and then that head of hair.         ❝    no !    not bad.    just different.    ❞         she reassures,   a laugh escaping her throat.         ❝    it’s nice,   feels more you.    ❞         it bears a resemblance to the first night they’d met,   when he was prim and proper and she worried for the sake of his survival.    nimble digits clutch her end of the blanket,   still adjusting to the weightlessness from where her knives used to be.         ❝    the magic of water and soap,   what wonders !    ❞

shifting her gaze from him back to the garden,   she allows her eyes to flicker shut just to embrace the easiness that graced them.    a moment passes before she’s slowly leaning her side against his,   the hesitation not as heavy now as it would have been before.    there’s comfort in it,   now.         ❝    why are you up this early ?    was it jesper’s snoring ?    ❞

#henddriks #˛ ⠀ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐯. ⠀ ⠀ main⠀ ⠀ ‚ ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ her future was waiting above. #i love them #also ignore that this is so long idk why i did this :clown:

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“The knowledge that they might never see each other again, that some of them—maybe all of them—might not survive this night hung heavy in the air.” SIX OF CROWS by Leigh Bardugo

#YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #THEM #FINALLY GETTING WYLAN IN THESE SETS

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no why did i burst into tears seeing the cast video

#shut UP