Your An Orphan? Of Course! I'm An Orphan, God I Wish There Was A War Then We Could Prove That We're Worth

Same, my mom shouted 'it's Draco Malfoy!' Scaring me and my dad and after that, I Couldn't see him as anything else but a snobby thirteen year old xD

LET ME TELL YOU THIS. WATCHING DRACO MALFOY ON THE FLASH IS REALLY FUCKING WIERD FOR ME

I think that they were both just lost in grief, that when they found out they were Caranam, that that bond snapped the same time the mating bond did, and they didn't realize it

did Rowan not pick up on the mate bond with Aelin because Lyria was never his mate? because he thought he knew what a mate bond felt like BUT HE DIDNT????

Oh. My. God. I really want this xD. I think every fangirl should have this!

I'm not even the biggest fan of HP but I LOVE fantastic beasts! It is amazing!

I haven't even seen Fantastic Beasts yet...

I’m dreading actually seeing it. Cursed Child was such a let down for me. The older I get and read/see/think about the hp universe, the more I find my love for it dying. Which is depressing on so many levels. It’s sad that I’d rather read fan fiction of hp than actual canon.

Woooooow. 'How to ask a girl out'. Good job people.

How-to questions each US state Googles more frequently than any other state.

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Another reason I'm glad i'm an only child xD

My brother said Hamilton is the most uncreative thing he’s ever heard and I wanna sCREAM

This is part of the reason I want to learn German, my family is from Germany and I want to cuss out my friends a lot more and they will have no idea what I'm saying

I love german - seriously

“Jemanden festnehmen” means to arrest someone

 While “Jemanden fest nehmen”  means to fuck someone hard. ｡◕‿◕｡

I've read all of them about five times, (except for Empire of Storms) and I'm still crying when I read them

“I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.’” How could I not adore a staff-wielding, lotus-blossom-and-nutmeg-smelling, Wyrd-using princess? She is so elegant and badass at the same time. I am very curious to see more about Eyllwe and Banjali specifically. (Just finished the first novel in the series!)

Now this is friendly xD

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Aelin once called Gavriel Uncle Kitty-Cat

Elaine's reaction killed me!

{fic} Not That Straight

Ao3

Lucien has finally been invited to join the guys’ night out, and it results in new information about Rhys’s past.

“I invited Lucien, by the way. He’ll be here soon.” Cassian announces as he takes a seat at Rhys and Azriel’s table at Rita’s. It’s their monthly night out together, just the guys, while their wives and mates entertain themselves elsewhere downtown. “I know you don’t like him, Rhys. But he has, like, no friends. He could use this.” Cassian takes a sip of his drink and endures his high lord’s silence. “And last time we didn’t invite him, it apparently upset Elain and Nesta gave me crap about it for a week,” he adds.

“I never said I have a problem with Lucien coming with us,” Rhys says coolly. “That’s perfectly fine.”

Cassian dips his fingers in his glass and flicks beer at his High Lord. “Don’t do the passive-aggressive thing, Rhys. Not cool.”

Azriel watches them calmly, looking, as always, as though he has about eighty relevant secrets under his belt that he’s choosing not to share.

“I’m not, as you put it, ‘doing the passive aggressive thing.” Rhys says. “I am genuine in my sentiment that he should come out with us, but you’ll forgive me if I’m not entirely comfortable around him.”

“Because of what went down with Tamlin?”

“Not exactly.”

Cassian lowers his drink. “Is there… something else?”

Rhys puts a hand flat on the table, drums his fingers lightly. He does not answer.

Az cocks his head at him. “Is there something else, Rhysand?”

“If you must know,” Rhys says carefully, “Lucien and I have had… relations… in the past.”

“Well, yeah, of course,” Cassian says, slightly confused as he picks up his beer again. “He was the right hand of that asshole, you guys ran into each other plenty.”

Az and Rhys look at each other.

“Cassian,” Rhys tries again, “I mean that Lucien and I have had sex.”

Cassian spits beer across the table. “What?” He chokes, messily wiping at his chin. “You’re kidding.”

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