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    A tribute to the cliquiest Titans that ever did exist, and also a tribute to my good friend Bea. Love ya.

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    short wt drabbles based on prompts from this hug meme

    feel free 2 send me one on tumblr. series title (and all work titles) is from apink's hug me

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    Collection of Jun-related fics, counting down a week from his birthday.

    If anybody would like to fight me for the #1 Jun stan title they can sure try.

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    because the only thing i love quite as much as arajin is lowkey/modern magic, some assorted arajin + magical realism/urban fantasy fics. no connection in the fics outside of that theme, all fics can be read standalone.

    1. life and death
    2. lost and found
    3. dreams and reality
    4. distance and proximity
    5. past and future

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    Charles, when uncertain, buries the uncertainty beneath extra certainty about everything else, which reads an awful lot like arrogance to anyone who doesn’t know better. Erik does know better. His mother doesn’t.

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    17 Jul 2019

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    Charles is his optimism and his hope for a future that includes laughter instead of rage.
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    Charles never wants anyone to feel alone or uncared for or unworthy of affection. Never, if he can help it, not anyone else.
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    That smile had lit up the room, along with the hollow places in the heart Erik’d nearly forgotten he had.
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    “No, we’re keeping each other, I think. I’m in love with him. I’m incredibly in love with you, Erik. Happy birthday, Mother, and we’ll see you at Christmas.”
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    Charles puts both hands behind his back, as if afraid even the thought of touching might shatter the glass. Erik feels his own heart threaten to shatter, too.
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    Erik holds him a bit more tightly, and says, “You make me remember how to smile,” and Charles’s arms go around his waist in return, extremely tight.

    if i want to quote every second line i will. lmfao this fic honestly always bowls me over like i truly have read little that is as perfect and astounding and touching and transparent as this and i want to be reading it at every point of my life

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    From the top of the cliff, Theon can hear the waves crash against the sharp edges of the rocks, can feel the wind comb through his hair, can smell the salt of the sea on his lip. Each collision of the water and the rocks echoes through his body, making him shake nearly uncontrollably so.

    He wonders, sometimes, what it would feel like to jump.

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    17 Jul 2019

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    There’s Robb, and he mentally steps off the edge again.
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    But he collects his anger and his grief and his happiness and his love and stores it away in little jars somewhere deep inside him and then forgets about them and never deals with anything.

    i am very very sad. this really.... hhhh

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    Raise a glass to sorrow; raise a glass to love. Drink when they are one and the same.

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    17 Jul 2019

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    An unbidden memory crowds to the front of Renly’s mind: chasing Loras on horseback, racing across the hills outside of Storm’s End, Renly laughing because no matter how well he rode, he could never catch Loras.
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    Love has turned Stannis to stone and Robert to storm, and Renly wonders, his heart heavy, what love will twist him into.

    i love renly baratheon so much and this hurts the baratheons are so tragic and so broken and i just want happiness for once in my goddamn life jesus christ

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    It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

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    17 Jul 2019

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    Erik. Do something. Charles said in the privacy of their heads.

    Yeah, do something Erik, tell your ecstatic mother you are not involved romantically with her new favorite son.

    … murder-suicide pact?

    You know it.

    this singular exchange altered my life for good

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    "I would like to date your sister," Azazel tells Charles after he makes a particularly fine point about Descartes' Discourse on the Method for which Azazel has no rebuttal.

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    17 Jul 2019

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    The scone Azazel is served from the finished batch is the lightest, fluffiest thing he's ever tasted. He honestly considers defecting.
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    He's become very protective of Charles, trying to help fill in the sad spaces in the mansion where Charles still looks like he can see Erik's ghost--the place across the table from Charles at dinner, the window seat on the third floor of the east wing, and now, it seems, the second leather chair in the library beside the disused chess set that Charles stares at sadly from time to time.
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    Azazel thinks, rather often lately, that he might be in love with her.

    everybody loves charles is a tried and tested hit with me