Any tips for making sure that Spys won't get ya? I tried fire
Worked only for a week.
Got something that might last longer?
well.. constant vigilance. or at least some decent observation skills and situational awareness!

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Any tips for making sure that Spys won't get ya? I tried fire
Worked only for a week.
Got something that might last longer?
well.. constant vigilance. or at least some decent observation skills and situational awareness!

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Grey arcade carpet.png also the one that was like your art forget the color (was it yellow?)
Originally I want going to draw the replies but now I will,, but,,, well
(I’m replying to the first anon that went in my inbox btw)
I got uh,,, some
AAaaaaa :’D
Let’s :))
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“ABBY SIGHTING IN CANCUN” AS IF SHES BIGFOOT
ehcanadianhedgehog replied to your photoset: my hair looks like every 90s anime hairstyle
Callum the 90s anime boy
*raises mug filled with juice* Tis I...,,. the anime boy with the high waisted jeans and big shirt tucked in
snippet !!!! :)) thank you to my lovely wonderful sash @fruityindividual for the tag MWAH xx
another snippet from my slow going rory-goes-to-harvard-season-5 au thing :)) this was a bit silly and v fun to write....featuring rory experiencing the going-back-to-uni scary feelings!!! i think i've posted a bunch of snippets from this atcually so far so i might link them all here just to stick them all together :)) OKAY here it is (i am NOT SCARED at all gosh....)
Union Station New Haven stood a stark red brick monolith with big fat windows for eyes and people running out through them like so many tears. Rory and Luke and Lorelai watched it from the street, silent, appraising. Between them: one suitcase, one backpack and a Black White & Read tote bag. Inside sat the whole of Rory’s life, compressed and college-ified. She clutched the tote until her knuckles turned white.
“Should we…go inside?” Lorelai said, still quiet against the roar of cars and people and trains and goodbyes and hellos.
Luke said nothing. Rory let herself have one small, shaky exhale before snatching up her mom’s hand and replying: “Yeah. Yeah, let’s go in, god.”
It was like entering the land of the suitcases. There were suitcases horizontal against the floor, snoozing with napping travellers across benches, and suitcases running alongside impatient young people like lap dogs and suitcases cradled in arms and suitcases standing alone and suitcases flying across the floor like angels broken free from heaven. Luke trailed Rory’s case along behind him. It made a little clinking sound and had patches sewn across the cover. She had pricked her fingers for it; she adored it.
“Coffee!” Lorelai yelled, too loud in a too-loud place. “God, coffee, abort mission, we have to stop, hey Luke, hey hey Luke. Did you even hear me? I said –”
Luke sighed. “Yes, I heard you.” They paused. It felt wrong, like climbing on the baggage carousel in the airport and catching a ride. People zoomed past them anyway. “Okay, okay. We still have a bit. Let’s stop this crazy woman before she gets us kicked out…”
The coffee shop, a tiny wall-hole that appeared in almost every waiting room, train station, airport and transitory space ever, sold only paper cups of papery coffee and the sickliest blueberry muffins you’d ever had. They bought two of each and perched themselves on one of the great wooden benches that seemed to span miles. It was like being in mass prayer. Rory tilted her head up and the roof stretched up into oblivion. She wondered how she’d feel going back to the city. She wondered if her head would explode.
other snippets from this au: here + here
tagging (nooo pressure as always!!!!) @fatemy-friend @stellaluna33 @drowsyanddazed @sarabethsilver @disasterbiwriter @ernestonlysayslovelythings @pancakehouse and anyone else who has a wip i would loveee to read it please tag me!!!! okay MWAH love u all have a gooooorgeous weekend xx

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Why would i mind? If you want to give your king a present then I'll allow it.
-Izana
Oh.....okay, but....what do you like? You have to tell me, I need your direction of course. I can't do it without you helping me in some way.
also i really love how different wangji and xichen are. you can tell the two apart rather easily. yes, we know xichen is much more social and smiley than his brother. but i like thinking about the less noticeable things. especially in regard to the rules, to the way either one takes them. wangji took them exactly how they were, followed them according to how they were written. while i believe xichen has a more in self made, and flexible belief in them. i think it'd a product of their age gap when lan qiren took them in and raised them in his own brother's place. like they were both in different places mentally. so their uncle's teachings stuck differently.