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professorambrius · 1 year

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I posted 149 times in 2022

That's 6 more posts than 2021!

21 posts created (14%)

128 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@clintfbarton

@katsdisturbed

@villainquoteoftheday

@animusrox

@citizenscreen

I tagged 148 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 128 posts

#in remembrance - 39 posts

#my post - 19 posts

#halloween - 17 posts

#birthday - 16 posts

#actor - 16 posts

#actress - 11 posts

#halloween 2022 - 11 posts

#christmas 2022 - 10 posts

#batman the animated series - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 85 characters

#fun fact: tony jay was the voice of frollo in disney's 'the hunchback of notre dame'!

My Top Posts in 2022:

Happy 4th of July!

1 note - Posted July 4, 2022

Just days after the passing of Angela Lansbury, Ron Masak passed away.

He took over the role of sheriff on Murder She Wrote after the departure of Tom Bosley. While I perfered Amos, I did like Sherifff Mort Metzger. While he was able to stand on his own two feet a little bit better then Amos, Mort still ended-up needin Jessica’s help in solving the crime.

A fun fact, Ron Masak appered in Murder She Wrote as another character in one episode before coming back as Sheriff Metzger later on.

2 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

I’m beyond shocked. The best Batman actor has sadly passed away.

Kevin Conroy was Batman. He was Bruce Wyane. Every Batman comic I read, that is the voice I hear. He provied Batman’s voice in countless works in series and films and played an older Bruce Wyane in the ‘’Crisis On Infinite Earths’’ Arrowverse special.

Kevin Conroy was a truly wonderful person. He loved his fand and loved interacting with them. He helped so many people and did so without recognition. He helped feed First Resonders in the days after 9/11 and visited sick fans who loved Batman. His costars all loved working with him and it was impossible not comming away from meeting with feeling so much better then you were before meeting him.

There will never be another Kevin Conroy.

Rest In Peace.

2 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

I can still remenber watching ‘Life With Louie’ back on Fox Kids.

Louie Anderson was a true deligth to watch and he could always make you smile.

Rest In Peace Louie.

3 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Estelle Harris was a delight to watch. She had a great sense of comedic timing and of course there was that voice. That very loud voice.

5 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

First time I've done so let's look at the numbers!

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #My post

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nightingaleflow · 2 years

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Do your main character consider laws flexible, or immovable? for wyan

All three of the WYAAN trio consider laws to be flexible to some degree due to various less than pleasant encounters with the law in their younger years. Holly is the one who leans the most towards this side because she feels the law failed her when she needed it the most, but Mariana and Evie are right behind her, having had to unnecessarily fight for justice (Mariana) or having received inadequate justice (Evie).

Thanks for the ask! <3

Ask me about my WIPs

#ask nightingale #abalonetea #WYAAN #Who You Are At Night

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soldmylifetorobins · 2 years

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Oh I see so we're giving good old Bruce a coward way out, huh?

Oh, for fucks sake! Either kills him off or work out a better redemption not this bullshit!

#dc #batman #bruce wyane #titans season 3 #netflix titans #titans #teen titans

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gothsugarbunnidisco · 10 days

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decided 2 recreate a poll from quizilla circa 2005!!

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funkervogt · 4 years

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i literally could not watch scorpys among guys gamelpay it was infuriating how airheaded he was

#there is literally nothing in his head #wayne was sort of getting the hang of it but still stupid #gir kept unmuting as traitor #Holly........awesome and loves to kill<3 #i was mostly watching miras perspective and ive already talked about her genius gameplay #i wasnt paying attn to much of anybody else oh except trog who would go 'hmm?~' whenever he was traitor and being accused of killing someone #Oh and a really good baaulp moment where he was like i was gonna kill wyane but mira that- that RAT was watching me so i ran up and killed h #er #I am going to stop tqlking about 'streamers' now because im going to have a bread roll. i for real cnt wait till next time they play amongus

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afro-hispwriter · 2 years

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Future(Pattinson!Bruce Wayne)

Bruce Wyane x Black!Catwoman!Reader

The Batman

a/n- i was scrolling through TikTok and i saw a snippet of the comic “Catwoman 80th Celebration“ and ingot inspired by the certain part that was poste. And for this im putting Bruce and Reader at at least in their early 30’s and married.

warnings- language, sickness, throwing up, slight angst

The bathroom was your best friend at the moment. You were haunched over the toilet, emptying your insides.

"Shit." You groan and lean against the wall. You started to doze off against the wall when a loud knock came to the bathroom door.

"Y/n!?" You hear bruce on the other side of the door.

"Are you ok? You've been in there for a while." You leaned over and flushed the toilet before standing up and opening the door.

"Ya, Bruce I'm ok." Bruce looked at you suspiciously but decided not to pry.

"Alfred has breakfast set up." He says and you nod.

"Ok, let me brush my teeth and get ready so we can go on patrol after." You say and before Bruce could even answer. You shut the door and locked it. You turned and faced the mirror and ripped the bonnet off your head revealing your baby hairs. You were extremely tired so all you did was throw your braids into a bun and walked out of the bathroom.

Bruce was sitting at the huge dining table wondering where you were. He saw you out of the corner of his eyes and looked up.

"Great I'm starving." He says and immediately starts throwing together his plate.

You and Bruce haven't been married for long. Only 3 years, but had been dating for 8 years prior. It took Bruce years to warm up to you, to talk even. It has always been the two of you and Alfred. But maybe it was time to expand.

"Bruce. Can I ask you something?" You ask him as you begin preparing your own plate.

"Go ahead." You smiled and wiped your hands on your thighs.

"Have you ever thought of expanding our family?" Bruce immediately stops eating and looks at you. He knows what you mean by that. But he just can't, not now.

"What like a dog?" He asks acting clueless. You could tell he was evading your question.

"Bruce, you know what I mean."

"Y/n." He starts and sets his fork down. "We can't, you know we can't. Not with what we do."

"I know but what if I stop and stay home."

"Y/n it won't matter, we have the enemies. Not just as Batman and Catwoman, we have enemies as Bruce and Y/n Wayne." Bruce slid out of his chair and dragged his plate closer to you. He grabbed your hands with his and kissed them. You looked down at your lap when Bruce kissed your cheek.

"Hey, I'm not saying we cant at all. Just not now, in the future when Gotham is safe."

"Safe?" You scoff. "When will that be? 15-20 years, when I can't have kids anymore?" You pulled your hands away from him and he groaned in frustration and turned back to his plate, as did you.

After breakfast was over, you had stormed off with tears running down your face. You passed Alfred and the way you entered your and Bruce's room and slammed the door. Alfred sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He approached Bruce who sat there in silence.

"What happened?" He asks and takes a seat next to him.

"She wants a kid." Says Bruce and takes a sip of juice.

"Well, that's great news, right?"

"No, it's not, she doesn't understand that we have a life that isn't safe or live in a city that isn't safe. What if the kid gets taken, or fuck, killed." Alfred stayed silent and let Bruce rant to him. "And it may not even be from that, what if she has a miscarriage, what if that miscarriage takes both of them. Or something happens to her, anything." Alfred thought for a minute before setting a hand on Bruce's shoulder.

"Bruce, these are all the worries any parent has, and that's ok." Bruce thought for a moment before standing up.

"I'm going on patrol." He says and starts to make his way to the elevator.

"Bruce." Calls Alfred from behind him. "Talk to her, really."

"I'll try."

Bruce had suited up and was waiting for you.

"Let's get this over with." He hears you say and he sees you walking towards him in your tight suit. He unlocks the charger and you both slide in.

"Y/n I-." He starts but you raised your hand.

"Don't not now please." Bruce stayed silent and began speeding off through the streets of Gotham. He drove into an alley and parked the car.

"Let's go up top." He says and you nod. As you climbed up the stairs you suddenly felt very out of breath.

Come on. Not now.

You made it to the top when you haunched over on your knees.

"Do we need to go back?" Bruce placed a hand on your lower back.

"No, no I just-." You felt bile go up to your throat and you slapped a hand on your mouth. "I'm going to throw up." You started taking deep breaths, as you hated throwing up.

"Shit I have a Batbucket in the car." He says and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"It's just a bucket with a bat on it..." He jokes and you want to laugh but you just couldn't.

"Not the time Batty."

"Sorry, I'm just trying to help." After he said that you launched forward and heard the splash hit the roof. Bruce Immediately came to your aid and took the cat mask off and held your braids back. "That's it I'm taking you back."

"But patrol-."

"It can wait." He says and picks you up bridal style.

He carefully went down the building and opened the door to the car. He placed you down in the passenger seat and drew the seatbelt out and locked it(he doesn't even wear a seatbelt himself). Bruce slid into the driver's seat and immediately took his helmet off, since the car is so dark and tinted, no one was going to be able to see inside.

"Tell me what's going on, you've been throwing up for weeks, and every time I try and ask you what's wrong you just ignore me." Bruce was trying not to get frustrated but you saw him grip the steering wheel.

"Bruce can we just go back." You groaned and held your stomach.

"No, we're not leaving until you tell me." He saw you place a hand back on your mouth and he turned back to the back of the car and grabbed a bucket. He handed it to you and you rolled your eyes and swallowed.

"Huh, you actually have a bucket with a bat on it." You laugh but wince at a sudden headache. Bruce took his right glove off and placed a hand on your forehead.

"You don't feel hot."

"Bruce I'm-." You started but you dug your face in the bucket and heard the liquid hit the bucket.

"Do not say you're ok because you-"

"I'm pregnant." You cut him off. Bruce slowly takes the information in and leans deep into his seat and starts the car.

The drive home was silent. Bruce needed to get you home, and maybe to a hospital. His hands were shaking, he still couldn't believe it. But he was blind, you showed all the symptoms of pregnancy. Once he pulled into the cave and parked the car, you immediately opened the door and climbed out, bucket in hand.

"Y/n can we talk about this?" Bruce calls for you and you bear the heavy footsteps behind you.

"This isn't how I wanted you to find out." You say and head towards the elevator.

"Was I ever going to find out?" He grabs your arm gently and tugs you back. He wanted you to answer but you stayed silent. "Wait is that why you wanted to know what I thought about kids?"

"Yes, I wanted to know how you felt about it." You clicked the button of the elevator and watched it open. You entered and so did Bruce.

"Would you have told me if I said how great it would be to have a kid now?"

"Yes." Bruce sighed and leaned against the wall.

"But I didn't, so what are you going to do?" He points at your belly and you hung your head low.

"I was going to make an appointment." You say and Bruce straightens up. He knew what you meant by an appointment and it made him feel a pang in his heart.

"Bruce you're right. This city this world isn't safe for a kid, maybe in a few years we can just adopt." The elevator dinged and opened its doors. "I'm going to go shower."

The hot water felt amazing on your skin. You brushed your teeth again for what it felt like the hundredth time. Bruce has shredded his Bat-suit and threw it on the bed. He opened the door to the bathroom and saw the catsuit on the ground. He took his boxers off and opened the shower door. You jumped when you felt his hand caress your back.

"It's just me." Bruce wraps his arms around your body and you turn around and look up at him. You could see the eyeshadow slowly roll down his cheeks as the water hit him. "I want this." Bruce kisses the top of your head and you wrap your arms around his torso.

"Alfred helped me see something, all these worries I have, happens to anybody. I shouldn't have thought about myself only, this is your life too."

"Are you sure?" Bruce lays his cheek against your head and nods.

"Ya, I do and baby I'm sorry if I made you feel bad in any way."

"Is Bruce Wayne... apologizing?" You joke and he chucked and presses his forehead against yours.

"Ya, ya."

"So we're going to do this?" Bruce separated from you and slowly and carefully, got down on his knees. He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed your belly.

"Guess we are."

9 months.

9 months of pain and happiness.

But now, your little girl was born. You and Bruce had agreed to keep the pregnancy a secret, you don't go out much anyway. But just a month ago they saw you leaving the hospital after a check-up and the news and rumors began. But you and Bruce forgot all about it.

"She's beautiful." You say and Bruce kisses your hairline. Her light brown skin shined under the lighting. Bruce had tears running down his face.

He never thought he would get to experience this moment.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. What name were we thinking so we can write it here on the tag." A nurse asks, smiling at the two of you. Bruce leans down and kisses his newborn's head before turning to the nurse.

"Helena. Helena Wayne."

A/n- this is my first time writing for Bruce. I do plan to write more for him.

#robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #x black reader #black!reader

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elivanto · 2 years

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thank you so much for the audio clip of eli! really love his accent hes so cute ;_; one more question: if its not too much trouble, you've mentioned before making a case for eli being queercoded and id love to hear more of your thoughts on that!

queercoded eli??? [cracks knuckles] [rubs hands] yes. yes. i can do that.

it's really just my interpretation and projecting onto a character i identify with - as always - but i'm gonna find a few nice quotes for you >:)

here we go!

honestly a lotttt of it is based on that as readers, we perceive him to be very aware of himself and his role in the empire, and that a lot of the time his point of view deals with that he knows exactly what to do or not do to be accepted or scoffed at or whatnot (notwithstanding that he’s somewhat of an unreliable narrator sometimes but that’s a whole different post fhkshfs)... that was uneloquent but you probably get what i’m trying to say.

also him being incredibly uncomfortable with everything core-world/imperial command-adjacent. this is just general stuff, but the way he reacts to things has me thinking boy, that feels so familiar it hurts.

“Scarecrow,” Eli murmured. Parck sent him a sharp look. “Is this something you people do out here?” “Some farmers still use scarecrows to keep birds out of their crops,” Eli said, his face warming. You people. Parck was letting his Core World prejudices peek out. (thrawn, chapter 1)

and

“Maybe he lobbed the blaster packs in with a catapult or something.” Wyan raised his eyebrows. “Through the weather canopy?” Eli winced as he looked over at the still-smoldering mass of burned grass. No, of course not—a lobbed-in explosive would have bounced off the canopy and never made it to the table. Stupid of him. “I guess not, sir.” “You guess not, sir,” Wyan echoed sarcastically. (thrawn, chapter 1)

the way he reacts to thrawn is... interesting, too. (this isn’t me being a slut for thranto i swear) (but granted, almost every character reacts to thrawn this way, it’s unavoidable lmao)

His skin was blue, his eyes a glowing red, and his hair a shimmering blue-black. Eli stiffened. Back home on Lysatra, there were myths about beings like that. Proud, deadly warriors that the stories named Chiss. With an effort, he tore his eyes away from the face and his mind away from the old myths. The prisoner was dressed in what appeared to be skins and furs, apparently sewn together from the indigenous animals of the forest where he’d been living. Even marching in the center of a rectangle of armed stormtroopers, he had an air of almost regal confidence about him. (thrawn, chapter 1 - yes, again)

and like the experienced literary analyst i am (/s), i deduced from these few lines that smol eli had a huge ass crush on the very brave and handsome jedi knight anakin skywalker:

“I can hardly wait,” [Eli] said. “Change of subject. Did you really meet General Skywalker?” “I did,” Thrawn said, his voice going distant. “It was an interesting time.” “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to tell me? That it was interesting?” (thrawn chapter 3)

ANYWAY. this here is probably my favorite part of the entire thrawn novel:

“It is a word I have not heard before,” Thrawn said. “Ensign Vanto?” “I don’t know it, either,” Vanto said. His tone is cautious, but interested. “Some slang thing, I’d guess. Probably means ‘idiot.’ ” Angel takes a step toward Vanto. His expression is suddenly furious. His hands form into fists. “Listen, pretty boy—” (thrawn, chapter 8)

pretty boy. pretty boy. PRETTY BOY. if that ain’t queercoding i don’t know what is.

let’s jump over to thrawn: treason - just thinking of it makes me giggle but. first, this passage:

Eli took a careful breath. “Death troopers,” he echoed, just to make sure he’d heard Thrawn correctly. “Is there a problem?” Thrawn asked. Eli looked away from him at the preparations going on all around the bridge. What could he say? That death troopers were the elite of the elite, in both competence and fanaticism? That they hated traitors and renegades even more than Ronan did? Or that Eli himself was exactly the kind of person that men like that would normally shoot on sight without a second thought? (thrawn: treason, chapter 9)

i honestly couldn’t breathe for a second when i read that last line for the first time. i know that narrative-wise it’s meant to refer to the ~traitor~ thing but. you feel me. queer person having to work closely with elite enforcers of a fascist empire? panic.

and now the funny part that i’ve posted about far too many times made me giggle thinking of it because - god - i just-

Eli had long noted the stormtrooper aversion to showing their faces in public. Especially when they were faces like these. It wasn’t that Pik and Waffle were ugly or disfigured in any way. On the contrary. There was a symmetry and chiseled dignity about their faces that Eli had rarely seen in other human beings. Add to that their bigger-than-average size, their lean but well-defined musculature, and an unusual sheen to their neatly trimmed hair and they would be ideal candidates for Imperial recruitment displays. (thrawn: treason, chapter 11)

what the fuck, eli. what the fuck. what are you doing ogling death troopers like that. lmao

aaaand on a final note, please look at his lil face in the thrawn comic:

...that’s a twink, sir.

#ask #anonymous #eli vanto #my sw meta #thrawn #sw lit #star wars

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daggxrsanddrxamers · 3 years

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lighters and candy, i’ve been a fool

Wesper fanfic, cuz i'm currently in love with them<3

Fluff, 1123 words

Wesper goes apple picking, that's the plot, warning for intense fluff

Wylan had noticed jesper working himself to the bone, what with trying to explain everything in the books related to the business to him, still working at the crow club sometimes, and just the stress of living in a city like Ketterdam, Jesper didn’t look too well rested.

And that would never do, would it? Wylan wanted to do something special for him, a perfect date, free of stress, away from the continuous noise of the city perhaps. He had contacted Colm Fahey, asking him if Jesper had any childhood memories he had favoured a lot, or a moment which he cherished.

Colm had chuckled and told him about a young jesper going out to pick apples every year, riding on the shoulders of his father, with his mother’s angelic voice singing everything from ballads to popular folk songs. The story had brought an inexplicable warmth to Wylan’s heart.

So he’d gone out one day, and found this beautiful apple orchard just outside the city, the branches were laden with apples now and open to the public.

So today, Wylan was gonna drag Jesper out with him, no matter what happens. It didn’t take much to convince Jesper to go out with him and soon they were strolling down the streets hand in hand, wide smiles plastered on their faces.

“So, where are we going?” Jesper asks, swinging their joined hands between them, a sunny smile on his face.

Wylan, caught up in staring at him, forgets to answer for a second. “It's a surprise, why would I tell you now?” he says with a cheeky grin.

Jesper laughs and pulls him closer, walking along with him towards wherever Wylan’s gonna lead him. The amount of trust Jesper puts in him, makes his world light up in all the prettiest colours there ever can be.

The walk is short, and they eventually reach the gates, but Wylan’s face falls seeing the gates closed, the orchard having been closed off to the public for the day, he turns to Jesper with a sad smile on his face.

“I...I wanted to bring you apple picking” he blushes “Your father said that that’s something you always loved to do” he shrugs, “Guess we can’t go, today then.”

Jesper laughs and brushes some hair away from his face, “Who said we can’t go in anyways?” and right then if Wylan could freeze the twinkle in his eyes, and take t out everyday to see, he would.

“What do you mean? The gates are closed, though.”

A bright grin spreads across Jesper’s freckled face, “We broke into the ice court, darling, don’t tell me you’re afraid to break into an apple orchard of all places?”

Realization dawns in Wylan’s eyes and he falls in love with this brave, golden boy all over again. “Let’s go, then, scale a few walls?”

And then they're running towards the wall, bright laughter ringing out behind them, like a trail of love and happiness, Jesper vaults up onto the wall and then pulls Wyan up, they jump down on the other side, but Wylan trips, and they land in a tangle of messy limbs and sharp elbows. Jesper looks like he’s about to say something sarcastic, but Wylan kisses him, effectively stopping all effective communication on his part.

They break apart and sit up, still laughing, and reluctant to move away from each other. Wylan wishes that he could stop time forever right here in this perfect moment, Jesper’s brighter than sunlight smile, his for all of time.

They slowly get up off the ground, and Jesper takes off running towards the nearest tree, calling for Wylan to follow him.

Wylan laughs and runs after him, keeping up with his long legs, proving to be a challenge, but Wylan’s up for it, and he catches up soon enough.

Jesper swings himself up using one of the low hanging branches, and Wylan can’t get enough of how he looks, silhouetted by the bright sunlight, the picture of confidence, as he walks across the branch with a wicked confident smile on his face, that makes Wylan’s heart skip a few beats. It can’t possibly be good for his heart to try and beat itself out of his chest, could it? He wonders absentmindedly to himself.

“Will you just stand there gawking or will you help me with apples, love” jesper teases, from the branch, while expertly plucking a ruby red apple and throwing it down towards Wylan.

He catches it with just a small fumble and grins up at Jesper, “I sure as hell can catch your wonky throws while gawking.”

“Game on, then you pyromaniac”

“I might be a pyromaniac, but you can’t deny that I'm your pyromaniac,” Wylan says while trying to catch the dozen apples Jesper throws at him in quick succession.

Jesper jumps down from the tree with a soft adoring smile on his face, he cups his face in his hands and kisses him lightly, it reminds him of buttery sunshine and beautiful days, when the skies are blue and he can get lost in the symphonies of his flute.

They break away, giggling and laughing, and go back to apple picking, always near each other but not quite sticking to each other, like two suns, forever pulled to each other, a system in perfect harmony.

They finish picking apples, and meander back towards the gates, rather than climb a wall this time, they sneak out from the front gates, guilty smiles on their face, Jesper seems to walk more freely, Wylan notices absentmindedly, as if some invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

As they walk side by side, Jesper brushes a shoulder against him and asks, “So you asked my father where we could go on a date, huh?”

Wylan’s face flushes red, “I..I did, he said it used to be a childhood memory,” He looks up at him inquisitively.”

A soft smile replaces the mischievous smile on Jesper’s face as he says in a soft voice, meant for recollecting rose tinted memories and whispering secret daydreams, “My mom, she made it a tradition, every year we’d go to the same orchard, it was the one day i had my parents all to myself, you know.”

Wylan nods along, watching Jesper sink deep into his memories, he knows they’ll have a thousand traditions like that, that they’ll make their own memories, already are making them. If you’d told a younger Wylan that he would get to have this life, he'd have told you that fairytales don’t come true, but right then Wylan felt his life come pretty close to that perfect fairytale he had always dreamt of.

Tagging some of you, who i think would like this...tell me if you wanna be removed or added

@wilhxlminxx @im-someone-i-guess @herondalesunsetcurve @jesper-fahey-supremacy @theshadowhunter (idk if you read soc yet)

#fanfiction #soc #s&b #six of crows #shadow and bone #wesper #wesper fanfic #soc fanfic #soc fic #wesper fluff #grishaverse #apple picking date #jesper fahey #wylan van eck

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