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As I said yesterday, I was writing a massive Rowaelin post filled with small fluffy scenes of them. Most are very domestic, and all are very lovely. My friend said it was better if I didn’t add smut to this, but I might write it if anyone has interest. Well, enjoy!!

Warnings: Cute

EMT/Farmbboy AU: Aelin took a job at a hospital in a little country town, one of its occupants frequents the emergency room enough that she would like to know him better.

~ Part 1 /// Part 2 /// Part 3 /// Part 4 /// Part 5 ~ 

Lelabah from the book Crescent City: House of Blood and Earth. On my second listen already and have so much fanart planned guys..... #crescentcity #hoeab #houseofbloodandearth #sarahjmaas #lelabah #digitalillustration #clipstudiopaint #clipstudio

(secret bonus: the other side of her tag)

it’s been a few weeks, I suppose we should check up on the AHSGSHGAFB?!

ajdhf.

well that’s just,,,

REXCELLENT

A (object closest to you on the left) of (last thing you spent money on) and (your current emotion)

First time doing something like this so I don’t know if it’s any good but here goes

They looked on at the carnage unfold before them watching as the others fought for the world. Unable to tell if they would win, knowing they could save all of them and the world with a single act. It would just cost them 1 life, theirs. It would not be a peaceful end either quite the opposite in fact

Thanks, @darthoffa for the story prompt! I got some inspiration and tried my best! I hope you like it! 

Saving the world wasn’t anything like the stories my mother used to tell me.

The Dark Lord was awakening, threatening the world and all who lived in it. Darkness spread, whole cities were overrun by monsters. Disease, death, famine, everything was twisted and wrong.

The world was dying, and needed to be saved.

The leaders of the different kingdoms came together, to discuss what to do. After much deliberation, it was decided that an elite team would be assembled, the most powerful people. They would travel to the castle of the Dark Lord and fight him there, saving the world.

Many sighed with relief, glad that someone was taking care of it. Others volunteered to help, wanting to participate, but they were turned aside. Only the most powerful, the strongest could be chosen.

And yet, here I was, trailing behind these legends.

I was not strong, wise or powerful. I had no knowledge of strategy or ancient legends, guiding the team with confidence and poise like Lord Gerrot the Sage. I had no powerful magic, able to summon flames or water with a wave of my hand like Lady Tertia the Sorceress. I wasn’t even a fighter, able to face wave after wave of enemies with nothing but a blade of cold steel in my hands, like my mentor, Sir Palon the Knight.

I was only a squire. A nobody. Someone to sharpen the weapons and carry the luggage. I cooked, cleaned, and gathered firewood; generally doing whatever I could to make the real heroes lives easier.  I counted myself lucky though.  I learned to handle a sword by the strongest knight in the world. Sir Palon had promised that in two years time, when I had turned eighteen, he would sponsor me in the yearly knight selection, so I would have a chance to serve the kingdom like he did. I trained hard every day, doing my menial tasks cheerfully, looking forward to the day when I could become a knight as well. A hero.

What a fool I was.

But still my heart yearned for some response.

My hand reached out in the dark, hoping to touch you.

But only emptiness was there to meet it.

I danced around the fiery pentagram, chanting in Latin while dripping blood from a small cut on my finger into the center of the drawing made of grave dirt and bone, all the while keeping an eye out on the clock on the mantel.

I only had 15 minutes before my casserole was done.

Finishing the chant with the ease of years of practice, I leaned back to avoid the plume of Hellfire that spewed from the portal that opened up. Changing out of my ceremonial robes, I got back into my comfy pajamas and checked on my casserole while the new arrival was settling in.

She stood about eight feet tall, her head brushing the light fixture on the ceiling in my living room. Her four arms ended in long claws that dripped venom, making me glad that I thought to put a stain resistant rubber mat underneath the summoning circle. Her eyes burned with the flames of Hell, the fire that continuously lived within her, the source of her power. She grinned at me when I walked in with a bowl of my freshly made casserole, showing rows upon rows of pointed teeth.

“Hey Kara, is there any casserole left for me?”

I waved with my spoon before sitting down to dig into my meal.

“Hey Baph, help yourself, it’s in the kitchen. I couldn’t remember whether or not Satan still had you on the meat ban so left side is vegetarian.”

“Nah he forgot all about that six months ago.”

“Probably shouldn’t scare the tourists by pretending to be him next time though.”

Baphotera, the sixth highest lieutenant in Hell, sat down across from me, laughing as she began to eat the casserole as well.

“Yeah, but it was too funny showing up at a Satanist meeting and telling them to “Go out and do good deeds.” She shook her head. “They were so confused!”

“Yeah, and Satan was pissed.”

“Ugh, I had to be a vegetarian for a year, don’t remind me.” She chewed the pasta with obvious relish. “Either way, Kara, I’m sure you didn’t summon me to help you eat your dinner, much as I appreciate the home-cooked meal. What’s going on?”

I stared down at my bowl, a little unsure of how to begin. “So… your brother may be a little pissed at me come tomorrow.”

“Valaac?” She cocked her head to the side, confused. “What did you do to piss him off?”

“Well… remember when we stopped talking last year?” She nodded to my question, obviously still confused. “I was really mad… and kind of drunk… and I maybe just sorta…” I paused and spoke out the rest in a quiet rush. “Wrote a book using him as the main character.”

Baph laughed loudly, one of her hands slapping her knee. “Okay, that sounds pretty funny, but why…”

“I finished it in the same night, and submitted it to my best friend Alice who’s in publishing. She thought it was hilarious that I drunk emailed her a book manuscript, and got the whole dang thing published and only told me today.”

“That’s… weird… but why would…”

“Look at it.” I handed it over to her, shuddering at the picture of a handsome, passionate looking young man with computer drawn devil horns added on that graced the cover. Baph glanced at the picture on the front with a chuckle, and then read the back cover, her green face turning more and more blue and she did.

“This… is a crappy teen romance novel.”

“Yep.”

“You made him into an intense brooding romance lead paired with the most Mary Sue female lead ever.”

My head ducked down. “Yep.”

“You used his real name?!!!”

“Umm… only the first half. They can’t forcibly summon him without the second half.”

“But he’ll still hear it when they try.  There’s going to be so many teenage girls trying to summon him once they read this… it will drive him insane!”

I scraped the bottom of my bowl with my spoon, but it was empty. “I realize that. It was the point of writing it… I think. I was really, REALLY drunk when I wrote this.”

Baph finally broke. She laughed, so hard that she fell out of her chair and rolled around on the floor. I let her go on, having time to do the dishes and put away the leftovers before she finally calmed down.

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lit lockscreens pt. 1/? → throne of glass

a small pack of minimalist quote lockscreens based off the throne of glass series! these are sized to fit iphones generation 6-8

SJM LEADS + NICKNAMES

“No, you won’t,” he crooned. “You liked seeing me naked too much.”

“Prick.”

If you keep a book, it auto renews two times. Then it comes up as overdue. If your overdue items exceed a certain amount, your account freezes. You can’t use any of the local libraries anymore until you return the items or claim them lost and pay for them. If someone else is waiting for the book, you can’t renew. Its that simple.

And guess what. Not only did we save money, but we /got more materials back/. More materials were turned in than declared lost as compared to before. There was no stigma to it. If you had already paid for the item, the money was credited back to you.

Because the people late fees actually affected were children and elderly adults - people unable to regularly get to the library. And the stigma of late items was dropped. Attitude and mindset are important.

we still have no late fees. And we are considered to be one of the top public systems in our state. People from out of state PAY to get library cards for a year because our online Overdrive system is amazing, and we have a ton of partnerships and interlibrary loan systems in place. AND we suffer less losses of both materials and patrons due to our “no late fee” policy.