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Dreaming Death is book 3 in The House of Marchese Saga. https://books2read.com/Marchesebook4
Book 1 - Cheating Death - can be found here https://books2read.com/Marchesebook1
Tropes
Paranormal - vampires and shifters
True Blood Vibes
Why Choose/ Polyamorous
Fated mates/ Rejected mate
Fake engagement
Vampire Royalty
Small town/ Southern girl
Found family
Action/ Mystery / Adventure
Developing powers in a unique magic system
Sleep is for the weak.
Between saving my mate, hunting for my brother, and trying to overthrow an entire freakin’ empire, catching some Z's feels like a luxury I just don't have time for. Masquerade balls? Check. Daring escapes by every mode of transport known to man? Double check. A creepy Russian vampire who can't seem to take a hint? Ugh, major check.
Maybe I do doze off at times and wake up feeling like I lived an entirely different life. And let's be honest, staying snuggled up with Grayson in Dreamland sounds pretty darn amazing right about now. But the world needs saving, and that ain't gonna happen if I'm snoozing forever. I have to break the spell of these dreams, even if it kills me. While fueled by enough energy drinks to power a small city, of course.
Content Warning
Dreaming Death is a Why Choose Paranormal Romance containing MF, MM, and MMFM scenes. The heroine has multiple romantic partners. 18+ readers only due to strong language and spicy content. A complete list of content warnings is available on the author's site, www.sarahreynoldsbooks.com
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i’m publishing a new book! here’s the first chapter!
Dough is a contemporary M/F small town romance that’ll be available for purchase on December 23rd; HOWEVER! you can, if you like, preorder it right now, as preordering is a way of helping out independent creators like myself who don’t have a marketing department at our disposal. i’d be really, really grateful if you did.
here is the link!
and here, as promised, is the first chapter:
Chapter 1
Lucy Laufenberg’s Christmas display was, once again, the talk of the town.
Last year, she’d constructed an entire cookie forest, with wafer trees and coconut snow, through which a herd of gingerbread reindeer cavorted – one with a fat juicy cherry on its snout – their respective positions and size carefully calculated to create the illusion of depth. An architecturally-accurate cabin of pocky and marzipan had nestled in the background, a snickerdoodle pathway leading up to its front door, beside which stood a beaming fondant Mrs Claus.
Adorable, her customers had said.
Genius, the mayor had said when he’d come round for a photo op.
A waste of God-given talent, Pastor Carl of the local megachurch had said in reaction to the banner she’d put up over the display reading ‘Happy Holidays!’, and she was proudest of that.
This year, just to really fuck with Pastor Carl and his Facebook Flat Earth freakshow, the theme was cosmology. The Earth, a marzipan geoid, orbited a sun made from yellow cake, both elevated by thin, transparent plastic rods to seemingly hover against a black liquorice backdrop. The stars were one hundred and seventeen vanilla cookies, nestled amongst nebulas crafted from purple-pink candyfloss and dark chocolate pizzelle singularities.
To render her creation adequately festive, she’d added a bright red fondant sleigh being pulled by a fondant rocket ship, racing a pair of gumdrop meteors.
“Heck, kiddo,” said her Dad when she texted him a picture. “Guess that engineering degree wasn’t a total waste after all!”
The inevitable self-loathing spiral that line would have usually initiated was, thankfully, quickly cancelled out by the already-existing spiral of anxiety she’d been caught in all morning.
The magazine people were coming round at noon.
There would be photographs taken.
In between shovelling batches in and out of the oven, she’d dusted and polished every last inch of the shop. While one hand was giving a customer change and handing over a dozen hot croissants in a brown bag, the other was applying Tarte Maneater Voluptuous Mascara. When Antoinette arrived, dapper as ever in her waistcoat and tweed hat, Lucy left her in charge while she ducked into the kitchen to finish bullying her dense brown locks into an Amy Winehouse-style beehive decorated with delicate snowflake hairpins.
“Very nice,” said Antoinette, her white sleeves already rolled up and busy placing shortbread triangles into a pale peach box emblazoned with their looping logo: The Sugar Palace.
Lucy glanced at one of the six full-length mirrors that lined the shop’s walls to make it look bigger than it was, studying her gold nails, sparkling heels, and very favourite cute, deep green babydoll dress with frills and big, functionless wooden buttons running down the front, currently obscured by her apron. “Not too much?”
Her best friend and staunchest ally was firm: “No such thing as too much. You’re a goddess.”
“Aw.”
“Feel good? Feel powerful?”
“Yeah. Totally. Totally powerful.”
“Good. Now, there’s your coffee. Have a sip, then process what I’m about to tell you with patience and decorum.”
One month older than her, Antoinette Reynolds was the only childhood accomplice who’d stuck with Lucy all these years and Lucy was still ashamed that it had taken her so long to recognise that she had anorexia – long enough that her by-then business partner, ever proud and fiercely independent, had been well into her first battle with recovery when the truth had come out. The last half decade had brought marked improvement for them both, health-wise, though Lucy was still compelled by habit to check with a glance how brittle Antoinette’s nails were looking as she gently placed the mug in Lucy’s hands.
Lucy shut her eyes. Took a sip. Set the mug back down. “I’m prepared.”
“He’s back.”
“Back?” she hissed, spinning towards the shop’s front window. “No! No, no, no! He’s visiting his grandma in Atlanta! He’s not due back until tomorrow!”
Though her cookie cosmos partially obscured her view, through the candyfloss clouds and gleaming glass she could just about make out a thirty-year-old pickup with duct tape where its back window should have been and thick mud coating its tires. “Dammit. This is not okay, Ant. I went out of my way to ask his brother when he’d be back. The magazine people can’t see him. Absolutely not.”
Antoinette sighed, absently brushing a strand of her artfully messy bob out of her eyes. “Lucy, I get it. I do. This sucks. It’s a blow. But let’s be rational here, right, and let’s not make any hasty… Lucy?”
Lucy was already out the door.
He’s not getting away with this, dammit. He’s not.
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Her holiday displays were only one of many ways Lucy worked her ass off turning her little shop into the cutest thing this side of town.
The front of the building was painted duck-egg blue with creamy yellow stripes. Dense flowering bushes grew in wooden tubs on either side of the main window, dribbling purple petals everywhere. A small cobblestone path meandered down to the road, flanked by a dozen lawn flamingos wearing bonnets and berets. Off to the side stood a perfectly-pruned lemon tree from which hung a charming handmade birdfeeder.
To be clear: Lucy hadn’t been trying to make the colourless, featureless block across the road crummy by comparison. If anything, she’d been trying to draw attention away from its dowdiness.
Alas, the result was the same. As The Sugar Palace had blossomed, Murkins’ Laundromat had become ever greyer and meaner-looking.
(As had its owner, Antoinette was fond of saying.)
But you couldn’t get to Strut Murkins without first wading through an army of half-feral relatives.
A grubby adolescent nephew, Kyle or something, sat warming his ass on the pavement next to the truck like he was guarding it – like there was a single human on Planet Earth who might want to steal it – and smoking a cigarette Lucy tore right out of his mouth as she passed.
He leapt up with a strangled ‘The fuck? Bitch!’ that elicited an amused chortle from the tall man with the world’s most God-forsaken mullet striding out the front door carrying a bulging garbage bag; Bronco, Strut’s younger brother by a decade, twenty-something and looking, as per usual, like he’d spent the morning traipsing around the woods.
(Maybe he had. Rumour had it he was a poacher.)
Getting in Bronco’s face, Lucy snarled, “You let the kid smoke? He’s a child, for God’s sake.”
She punctuated her sentence by throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping on it, her sparkling heels failing to deliver the decisive ‘thud’ she’d have preferred.
“Hell with you, lady!” Kyle screeched.
Bronco shrugged, which was his default response to everything. “Eh. He’s a li’l shit.”
Then something else, low and incomprehensible as he glanced away. Like her, the Murkins clan wasn’t from round these parts. Some trailer park in Alabama – that was the rumour. Their accents supported it. Lucy got the distinct impression that those accents thickened, quite deliberately, when they were talking to people they didn’t like.
“You said your brother wouldn’t be back until Wednesday,” she insisted.
Another shrug. “Strut does what he likes.”
Bronco resumed walking, flicking his fuming nephew’s ear as he went by. Gritting her teeth, Lucy stepped inside the laundromat and was instantly assaulted by the only thing worse than holiday carols; holiday bro country.
‘That Christmas tree ain’t the only thing getting lit this year!’ sang FGL, making her wish she’d brought a baseball bat.
The twins were perched like exotic birds atop a tumble dryer, all gangly limbs and bangles, Priss painting her nails black while Barb groped her own left breast.
“Would you cut that out? Customers gonna think you’re a perv,” sneered Priss, tossing back her long bottle-blonde hair.
Barb, drabber and with a buzz cut, snapped, “The internet said this is how you do it! Catch ‘em early and the doctors can zap ‘em with a laser. Catch ‘em late and they gotta hack your tits clean off. I’m being fucking responsible, you whore. And you should be, too! You wanna work in Hollywood one day, yeah? How’re you gonna do that if they’ve hacked off your tits? Not like you’ve got anything else going for you.”
“Where’s Strut?” Lucy interrupted, before they could descend into one of their habitual screaming matches.
Seemingly at the sound of her voice, the baby, playing in a plastic laundry basket placed below the twins’ dangling feet, started to cry. Dee, real name Dorothy-Amber-Leslie Murkins, was the only member of the family with big, beautiful green eyes, doe-like and dewy. Everyone else’s were blue and squinty. Lucy endured ten seconds of silent, identical squints before giving up and stalking over to the back room.
“He’s busy!” Barb called.
“So am I,” muttered Lucy, pushing the door open and finding Strut Murkins standing there with his dick out, pissing into an empty Coke bottle.
Stream unfaltering, he growled, “Y’all mind?”
He was a broad man with close-cropped dirty blond hair whose body language had two settings – looming and skulking – and was, Lucy guessed, somewhere between forty and forty-five, with deep frown lines and thin lips prone to curling.
“Told you he was busy!” Barb chimed as Priss cackled. Evil little rats.
They all expected her to clutch her pearls and flee. Damned if she’d give them the satisfaction.
“A word, Mr Murkins,” she said icily, glaring at the bottle, because what was the alternative? Pretend it wasn’t there? “Please.”
At last, the stream trailed off.
Strut gave his dick a brisk shake before tucking it back into his pants and screwing the cap back on the bottle. “No time to chatter today, girlie. Some of us work for a living.”
He put the bottle down on the floor, just close enough to Lucy’s feet that its contents would splatter all over her shoes if it toppled.
Her eyelid twitched. Behind her, Dee was still wailing, atonal and shrill. “You have a bathroom.”
“Toilet’s fucked. Plumber won’t be here ‘til late afternoon. Nothing be done about it,” he informed her airily, then added, with a nasty grin, “unless a fine, charitable person like yourself feels inclined to let us use the one in your shop?”
Inspecting her nails, she said, “Mm. I’m afraid that won’t be possible today. Photographers from Transcendentally Domestic will be coming by. The shop needs to be pristine. The whole street, ideally. That’s why I’d appreciate it if you’d move your truck to somewhere a touch more discrete.”
She’d deliberately adopted her snootiest voice, knowing that it was the fastest way to piss Strut off and that pissing him off was the fastest way to getting what you wanted out of him. He’d explode, call you names, make threats, and then Bronco or the twins would reluctantly intervene and tell him to chill out and cooperate before someone called the damn police.
The police, she’d noticed, were the only people, the only entity that not a single member of the family cared to fuck with. Antoinette’s leading theory was that Strut used the laundromat to smuggle cocaine in and out of town.
True to form, storm clouds were already gathering on Strut’s face.
“Hell’s wrong with my truck?” he growled. “That’s my legal goddamn property. Can park it wherever the fuck I like, thank you oh so very much.”
“Well, no. You can park it where the law says you can park it. Now, at the moment, where it’s parked wouldn’t be a problem – if it weren’t for the picture, Mr Murkins. I believe we’ve already had a conversation about the picture.”
Dee unleashed a particularly piercing cry and Strut cursed and stuck his head out the door to yell, “Brats! Y’all deaf? Feed the fuckin’ baby!”
“Already did!” Barb hollered back.
“Then check her fuckin’ diaper!”
He turned back to Lucy with folded arms and a sneer. “Picture on the truck’s a damn masterpiece. Took Bronco three days to spray paint that shit on.”
“No, it didn’t. It’s an anime mermaid with comically huge breasts. It looks like it took half an hour and as I have told you before, it’s not in keeping with the neighbourhood’s tone. I run a bakery renowned for its cookies and sweets, Strut. I have little, impressionable children coming in every hour of the day. What will their parents think, seeing that… that monstrosity?”
“Eh. Frankly, you got off lightly,” he drawled with a shrug. “Bronco’s a furry. He wanted to make her a sexy fox ‘til I put my foot down.”
“Regardless. Please move the truck. At least until the magazine folks have come and gone. Then you can move it back, with my blessing.”
She graced him with a tight smile.
Scratching his stubble and pursing his lips, he said, “They’re gonna – what? Do an article ‘bout that weirdass school science project you got in your window? Why? Who gives a shit?”
Prick.
“Transcendentally Domestic is currently putting together a series on small female-owned businesses and the challenges of managing a start-up in this economic climate. It’s actually very interesting.”
Bronco burst into the room, almost knocking over the piss bottle and brandishing a phone. “Strut! Call for you. Think it’s Sergio.”
Taking it, Strut gave her a final glance, grunted, “Answer’s no,” and stalked out.
“Your lesbian friend’s looking for you,” Bronco told her, oblivious to her clenched fists and gritted teeth. “Says the magazine woman’s here.”
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I’m in love with this book, its characters and its story
I hardly ever pick up a book if it doesn’t include at least some smut. This book however, doesn’t contain any. In most cases that would put me off but I saw fake dating and hockey then the sprinkle of ‘brother’s best friend’/’childhood crush’ and fake dating and my interest was peaked.
Imagine stars hollow from Gilmore Girls, the nice little town. Now picture a guy that is the equivalent of all of the best bits of Rory’s boyfriends. That is Logan Barnes. This man, omfg this man, is the perfect book boyfriend.
I was given the pleasure of reading this book a little bit before it officially came out and honestly what an honour it has been. The ending of this book was so cute that I cried! Literal tears were leaking down my face!!
Honestly no matter how much I gush, my brain physically cannot find the words to explain how good this book is. I'm talking it came out today and I am ready to buy a paperback! What I will tell you though is:
Hockey player/Social media manager (she's also an ex figure skater)
He only truly smiles around her
HE PLANS A DATE AND PART OF IT IS TO A BOOKSTORE AND AND AND HE PICKS A BOOK FOR HER AND SHE PICKS ONE FOR HIM!!! And god when is it my turn! They’re not even dating at this point and I have never fallen in love with a man so fast before in my whole life and I have so many book boyfriends I could have one for every day for the rest of my life.
Childhood crush
A {redacted} to {redacted} by Taylor Swift on the ice after getting the rest of the players to hand her a bouquet of individual roses with the thorns removed so she doesn't cut herself.
A cat called Evil Demon Spawn (Mr Eds for short)
#apollo’s book review#arc reads#books#fiction#reading#sports romance#hockey romance#hockey player x ex figure skater#hockey player x social media manager#mf romance#m/f romance
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captain's warm hugs! (id in alt)
#opfanart#one piece#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#nami#usopp#sanji#my first nongun art in 8 kabillion years. i watched opla recently and it resurged smth deep within me...#idk who of my first followers are still here but one piece has been like T_T urgh. my beginnings... i love this series so much#LUFFY especially - zoro is my favorite but luffy is the heart of the show!!! inaki's performance was really fun and carried that same#vibrancy - it made me sooo happy to see... and in general the romance dawn crew has always been dear to my heart uuu... the la gave a lot o#good bits between the og trio but i def wish we couldv seen more with usopp & sanji too. but maybe.. if we ever get a season 2 :'D#anyway i love the straw hats steadily getting used to luffy's shenanigans and even liking it at some point. the warming up part of all thei#friendships is so dear to me and its just a natural blossom of comfort and trust. and some of these mfs are Touch starved fr....#ruporas art
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If We Were Us
K.L. Walther
Overall, a very cute and light read with lovable and relatable characters. One of my favorite things about this book was how I was as able to connect so deeply with some of the situations and feelings that the characters had. Charlie’s journey of discovering himself was particularly relatable and refreshing to read.
That being said, there were a couple things I found frustrating with this book. It was a quick read, but there were a whole school’s worth of characters that were hard to keep track of. Everyone had either dated, had history with, or had feelings for, pretty much everyone and I couldn’t keep any of it straight. I would’ve liked to have to have more time to understand all of the dynamics, or have a smaller cast of characters to really focus on. There were also a lot of emotional backstories that were kinda mentioned briefly and then never really gone into.
One of the biggest things I thought was missing (SPOILER) was Charlie’s coming out to his friends. This was a huge conflict for him for a big portion of the book, and there was a huge lead up to it happening, and then it just kinda didn’t. He decided he was going to come out, and then it just time jumped to months later where everyone knew and was cool with it. It was a pretty disappointing build up and I would’ve loved to see his friends being supportive after Charlie had been worrying about their reactions for months.
Sage and Nick’s relationship also wasn’t my favorite. There was so much that could’ve been there for childhood friends to lovers and best friend’s brother that could’ve been included, but it felt super rushed and a little flat.
There also were a lot of time jumps that happened unexplained that left me pretty confused and rereading the same page to figure out if I had missed something. This is a young adult novel, so I wasn’t expecting any graphic sexual scenes or references, but it almost seemed like the author couldn’t decide if they should be included or not. The characters would be going on a walk to a secluded area, and then in the next sentence of the same paragraph, they’re suddenly already walking back to school. But them later in the book there’s direct implications of two characters having sex with mentions of a condom. It was just a little confusing.
The critiques definitely shouldn’t deter you from reading this though. If you want a light, cute read with some really good characters and a boarding school coming of age, then I definitely recommend! This is a book that I feel would really benefit from a sequel as well, and if the author ever wrote one, I would definitely read it!
Review: ⭐️⭐️⭐️
#book review#romance books#lgbtq+ books#mm romance#mf romance#young adult romance#if we were us#kl walther
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The Assassin's Dragon | W.M. Fawkes, Sam Burns
The final entry in the #FireAndValor series by @samburnswrites and @FawkesWrites is excellent, I went through it twice in a row.
#LGBTBooks #BurnsAndFawkes #LGBTQRomance #RomanceAndFantasy
The Assassin’s Dragon (Fire and Valor #3) W.M. Fawkes, Sam Burns published 23rd July 2020In Atheldinas, everyone’s secrets have been uncovered. Tristram is a half-dragon, Nicholas is a villain scheming to take the throne from his cousin Roland, and eternally sharp Bet is nothing less than a hero.The cost has been high, and now Tristram is forced to amass the armies of Llangard to save his king…
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#Book review#Book series#Books#Bookworm#dragon#Fantasy#Fire and Valor#High Fantasy#LGBT#LGBT Romance#Magic#MF Romance#MM Romance#Paranormal#Sam Burns#Shapesshifters#The Assassin&039;s Dragon#W.M. Fawkes
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painted one of my fav gerard images! reblog to hit him with hammers
#dont look too hard at the bg#mcr#my chemical romance#gerard way#mcr fanart#mcr art#gerard way fanart#my chem#my chem gee#my chemical art#mcrblr#i think this was like 2008 or sum what mf era was that#HEEOW DO YOU TAG MCR ART FUUCK#ratboyart
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Ooooh, THE DUKE GETS EVEN by Joanna Shupe is only $0.99 right now and trust me when I say you want this #historicalromance!
Me: Such an amazing read. Gives-no-fuck heroine. Hot. A hint of some kink. No complaints here. 5 Stars
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Praise for Courting Death
“Sunday may be my new favorite heroine with her sassy attitude and unexplained awesomeness. She’s becoming a total badass and I’m here for it!” -Elle
“What I loved the most though, was the humor sprinkled throughout the book! The references to song lyrics and smexy times were hilarious! Also, the FMC is so open and accepting. This and book one are some of my favorite reads of this year!” -Kat
Found family, forbidden love, demon uprising? Just another Sunday
Never split the party—it's the adventurer's first rule of survival. But my jaguar and vampire are off on their own journey, and I miss them like crazy.
We’ll journey from Mississippi to the vampire courts of Europe to bring them home while discovering wild magic and ancient enemies along the way.
▪️Mixed Group of Shifters and Vampires
▪️Alternating plotlines playing footsie
▪️Funny, relatable FMC with a faulty danger meter
▪️MF, MM, and MFM scenes
▪️Action Suspense and Mystery
▪️LGBTQ+ main characters
▪️Multiple POVs
▪️100K words with a medium cliffy
http://books2read.com/Marchesebook2
#sarah reynolds#courting death#marchese book 2#paranormal romance#lgbtq+#mf romance#mm romance#mfm romance
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I write books! And I don't need AI to do it! :D
You can check Dough out here.
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Holy smokes Mrs Sheridan Anne what have you done?!!!! This series is by far one of my favorites and the characters are just everything I love Brie and Tanner so much I loved the character growth in this book and I am even loving all the side characters as well and I hate a few too lol Tanner had me swooning so hard for him this book was just more we get more drama more angst more emotions more spice just more more more and a ending that left me devastated and speechless I already can’t wait for the final book in this story!
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I can’t say I’ve ever wished for someone to be bitten right on the tip of their junk by a giant bull ant before, but Tanner Morgan—the only man capable of making me want to scream and cream at the same damn time—just might be the guy to change that.
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He’s infuriating in every way possible, and out of all the massive changes in my life, I thought living next to him would be the worst thing I'd ever have to deal with.
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Finding out what Colby Jacobs did to Tanner's sister was sickening, but then realizing my best friend of thirteen years played a part in his crimes … I have no words for that kind of betrayal. Erica and Colby are dead to me, but apparently, I'm not quite as dead to them as I’d have liked to be.
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Those words have plagued me since the moment my hands were bound behind my back, and Addison's secrets were betrayed to half the senior class. Being arrested for rape and attempted murder was not something I thought I’d ever have to deal with and I knew at that moment that this would be the biggest fight of my life.
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Yknow aromantic and asexual need to start being shown as two different labels more often. Cuz like we aroace people are cool and we have the power to destroy god right, but like aroallo people and alloace people are just as fucking cool.
What is this whole "one cannot exist without the other" bullshit. That kinda shit is only supposed to happen with like life and death. light and dark. peace and chaos. we don't need that, cuz we're all just pure chaos. you want peace look elsewhere, bc aro without the ace and ace without the aro is very welcome into our aro and ace spaces of madness and maniacal plotting to take over the world.
#mfs are just mad because “wHY aRe yOu hAVinG sEx wiTHouT rOMaNCe” and “WhY ARe YoU hAVinG rOmaNce wiThouT sEx”#like bro stfu people will pick and choose whatever they want in a relationship#as long as all parties consent what the hell does it matter#aromantic#aro#asexual#ace#aroace#aroallo#aceallo#alloaro#alloace#queer#lgbtq+#lgbt pride#pride#aro pride#ace pride
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now that season 1 of PJO TV is out can we admit that Percy and Jason were never the real bromance it was always Percy and Grover. or is it still too early.
#sorry i'm just a percy grover bromance truther#percy had beef with jason day ONE#meanwhile him and grover r the types of mfs to get married as a joke#percy grover u two have my heart#percy jackson#grover underwood#pjo#pjo tv show#this isnt against the pairing btw#i get shipping jase and percy but#they r not bromance to romance be fr 😭
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give em hell kid, alpharetta
#😭😭😭😭😭😭#what give em hell in a little crop top does to a mf#mcr#flashing gif#my chemical romance#gerard way#*
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RAY SIGHTING OMG ?? HES ALIVE OMGEE <333
MY GIRL IS BACK FROM THE WAR :DDD
#ray toro#ray sighting omg ??#emotional support guitar god#he is back#mf i missed u#i missed u so#mcr#my chemical romance#my chemical fucking romance#my chemical ray#i would die for ray toro#mcr rox#i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure
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