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Vase with Roses, Vincent van Gogh

call me the fucking ~internet police~ BUT I DIDN’T KNOW UNTIL TODAY THAT THERE’S LITERALLY A COMMUNITY OF “PEDOPHILE POSITIVITY” ON THIS HELLSITE

THERE ARE PEOPLE OPENLY ADMITTING THAT THEY ARE ATTRACTED TO CHILDREN/CONSUMING CHILD PORN ON THIS WEBSITE!?!??! THERE’S 13 YEAR OLDS ON HERE!!!

so my dudes, how to flag “maps” (minor attracted people aka pedophiles)

1. click “flag this blog”

2. click “this violates tumblr’s community guildlines”

3. click “someone is at risk of harm”

4. click “harm to minors”

Blossoming Chestnut Trees by a House, Vincent van Gogh

I do not own any of the dialogue or characters in this scene. They belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas.

So right after I posted the Court of Nightmares fic, I read the next chapter where Rhys falls apart and fights with Feyre and I realized I ended the CoN fic on too positive of a note for how he was feeling, haha. So this is to make up for that before I take a crack at Starfall (which I still have zero idea how or if I’m doing it; I keep changing my mind). It’s a more insignificant fic, but I don’t think I could move on to Starfall until I got it out of my system, so… here it is, I guess.

Also, this includes a completely improvised scene with Mor that is not in the book. So, yay Morrigan! She is really pissy and I took a lot of liberties with the scene, so I hope it’s okay.

Everything Out of Nothing

Leaving the Court of Nightmares felt like a curse.

Feyre had left me breathless on my throne, her touch and scent lingering all over me as I listened to the endless prattle of the courtiers. But when the moment came to actually leave, I choked.