‘‘𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵’’ — 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑜-𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑎, 𝑚𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐
330 notes
·
View notes
THE LORD OF THE RINGS:
Éomer and Éowyn
1K notes
·
View notes
— Babel, R. F. Kuang
86 notes
·
View notes
Robin Blyth and Edwin Courcey from A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske @fahye
“I’m wondering what sort of blind idiot I was, not to find you attractive when we first met,” said Robin.
Colour touched Edwin’s cheeks. The smile that tugged at his mouth was the same one he’d worn when Robin had admitted to being fascinated with his hands: faintly incredulous, but mostly pleased. It wasn’t an expression of regret. It did make Robin want to drag him back to the bed, pin him down, and murmur praise into his skin until it inked itself there like the opposite of a curse.
“Ah,” said Edwin. “Whereas I am neither blind nor an idiot.”
541 notes
·
View notes
Her map had been changed. Her coastline altered. Mors irrumat omnia. Death fucks us all.
179 notes
·
View notes
The Archeron Sisters.
153 notes
·
View notes