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3, 18, 37

hi gorgeous!! 💖

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

1. van helsing (2004?? the one w kate beckinsale and hugh jackman). this movie was formative for me

2. constantine with keanu reeves

3. tie between howl's moving castle and suddenly 30/13 going on 30, probably

18. do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

ghosts im kind of neither here nor there on? like they could, they couldnt. aliens though? hands down an alien truther. absolutely insane if you believe we are the only planet full of intelligent life in a universe full of galaxies and planets.

37. share a secret

before i feel safe / feyre & lucien (tamlin mention!!) / 332w (again, i wrote this on my phone so sorry for the lapslock!)

“you’re thinking too hard.” lucien reached his hand to bat at where she was tearing at blades of soft grass, deceptively comfortable without even a blanket to cushion them from the ground. she should have packed one anyway, instead of storming from the house with just her riding boots and a defiant streak a mile wide.

it was a surprise to see lucien saddling both their horses. it was less of a surprise when, half an hour later, she considered those knife tipped ears probably heard her grumble out of bed that morning, cursing the sun’s aggressive rays, and the decorative but useless gossamer curtains.

there was no doubt he’d heard their disagreement. gods, the crash of the crystal decanter still rang through her ears.

“feyre, i can hear you moping from here.”

she sighed, keeping her eyes to the clouds. lucien did the same. “is he always this—“

“stubborn? hot headed? blind?”

feyre didn’t want to pick one. and it felt cruel to suggest all three. but tamlin was. all three and more. it hurt to look at him and see the monster when all she wanted was to know the male beneath. in her time at the spring court, some things had shifted between them, boundaries irrevocably crossed.

“he’s got a lot on his mind. believe it or not, protecting you is unsurprisingly high on that list. you are our guest, after all.” lucien curled his little finger around hers, a childlike reassurance. despite his snark and sly charm, his displays of affection were much more subtle. a new route for their rides, quiet contemplation on sun dappled hillsides, space.

she paused, and then quietly “do i have to let him?”

i can take care of myself.

he didn’t mention the naga, or the bogge, or the suriel. or how close she’d come to being another dead girl across the wall.

he kept his eyes to the sky still, glinting gold illuminated by sun.

SORRY I'M SO LATE TO THIS CB BABE!! no more moving slow (working title lol) is a cute little thing... no conflict... just cute, i promise. the first snippet i posted for this fic was a while ago and it's here. the below is a tiny (TINY!) cut from the same scene. because it's my favourite so far.

“Lucien,” Elain tested the name in her mouth, letting it curl around her tongue. “It’s lovely to meet you, but I’m going to need that hand back.”

2, 3 & 28

good morning!!!! (it’s 1pm…)

2) pls excuse the office supplies!

3) howls moving castle, van helsing and snowpiercer! i could cycle the three of these for eternity.

🖍️🧭❤️

HELLO SWEET ❤️❤️❤️

🖍️- “Mother guide my hand,” Her prayer fell to the quiet stone, resonance fluttering like candle flame. “I will break my vow today.”

🧭- the tides carry you back to me!!