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Fanfiction writer wanted!

I have to write it because of the tags I’ll use: It is an ANDREIL story, AFTG/TFC fandom.

Okay, here’s the thing, I have an idea for a fic but I know I can’t write it on my own, it’s a complicated story + my English vocabluary is limited, that is why I’m looking for someone who could be interested in writing it with me.

So, if you are a fanfic writer and love ANGST, SEMI-LONG STORIES (I was thinking something between 5-10 chapters),  COMPLICATED STORIES (a lot of twists and turns, a lot of planning, connecting the dots etc.) AND UNUSUAL AU’S please send me a message. And if you’re not interested, I would be so, so, so grateful if you could just reblog it. Thank you <3

There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two

we simply do not have enough fanart of ronan standing threateningly behind gansey while he monologues. gansey, oblivious in his excitement to teach. ronan, towering over him, an ominous dark cloud, making very direct and very uncomfortable eye contact with u, daring u to interrupt or make fun of gansey or say anything vaguely disapproving. he even drags his thumb across his throat. you know, to imply that he’ll slit ur throat if u do anything wrong. and gansey is talking about tree rings

imagine you're out for drinks with your mates spouting absolute bullshit about how you're gonna live forever and the palest rich boy you've ever seen comes up with a sick ass ruby around his neck and black robes and dramatic hair and is like oh you're going to live forever? in the most awkward tone imaginable and your mates are absolutely losing it but the kid isn't bad on the eyes and it's obviously the first time he's been outside of whatever castle he cracked out of so you tell them to shut up and play along and then bam it's been a hundred fucking years and you're still alive and this guy is back in the exact same fit and basically tells you you're immortal now purely to amuse him for one night in a century and you have to just roll with that for the next six hundred years because what else are you going to do

they’re not in love but they live together. they’re not in love but one of them will ruin all of his marriages for the other. they’re not in love but one of them will undergo an invasive brain surgery so the other one isn’t mad. they’re not in love but one of them would rather die than have the other one hate him. they’re not in love but one of them would give the other the last of their pills. they’re not in love but they can never stay away from each other for too long. except maybe they are in love, but they knew their narrative was doomed the second it was written

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "What I Did Wrong"

Text ID: His cheek against my cheek, / his mouth on my mouth, / his hands on my hair / to be gathered / close closer / This was the source of my suffering and joy

CAT by  By 九米 / Zhaobangni (1631123)

Un-ironically a big fan of this poster

The Lion Sarcophagus 

Termessos, Pisidia, Asia Minor (Turkey)

1st/ 2nd century CE

The lion monument is a funerary monument shaped as a Corinthian prostyle temple with three columns (tristyle). The walls and columns rise up on a base of four steps, forming a room of about 3 m. width and depth, within which an ornate sarcophagus is stationed. The unfluted columns were 3.66 m. tall, including base and capital, and 1.73 m apart, measured from center to center, their location is indicated by mortises in the stone slabs.

The entablature consists of a high architrave with an attached frieze and dentils cornices with masks. The decorations on the entablature differ significantly from what has been brought up in the drawing. On the frieze, the acanthus is not used but the bay leaf, and in the architrave crowned fillet continuous there are continuous tendrils instead of the usual palmettes. 

The sarcophagus is still in its original place and is badly weathered, but uninjured except for a hole in the middle of the front long side; this front shows two Beasts, it seems, lions and panthers, holding an amphora; above it a frieze with sea monsters divided into several fields; Tendril ornaments fill the narrow fields at the side, while a laurel thread is attached at the bottom. There is a second, very simple sarcophagus next to the monument on the third mare of the substructure, forming a wide heel; a place that probably indicates that a relative or Servant of the honored by the burial temple rested. The one on the large sarcophagus The attached inscription turned out to be illegible.

“There are other forces at work in this world besides the will of evil.”