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(Every time I read about Victor I love him more)
(Same dude.)
(Y'all are being too kind to me today lol)
(Every time I read about Victor I love him more)
(Same dude.)
(Y'all are being too kind to me today lol)
(No dude you just make really good colors)
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(I'm gonna cry tysm-)
"Thank you. I really don't deserve your help."
"You and I both know that's a load of bull, Victor."
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(yes. That. I was on my phone)
(english is hard mox)
(Typing is hard)
I'm just going to randomly pop into this discussion to share this wonderful line without context. (And YES, it's the last sentence I wrote in my book)
“Shh! Pretend like you were never sleeping!” Venus rushed out, helping her sit up before Levi reentered, the two girls disappearing into the setting sun.
“You’d go deaf, or at the very least have severe hearing problems from being below that thing when it fires.”
(Mojack that's even better with your premium tag)
There was no conservation of matter when it came to life. People and relationships could be destroyed, ruined beyond repair.
"Why is none of this concerning to you?"
For the first time in years, Willow spoke as she pointed the gun at Dr. Riddle's head, "Go to hell you bastard."
The end of the day. Everything died down. The silence was suffocatingly comfortable. The silence was beautiful. The silence was. . .unusually.
"Wow, Oll, I guess you could say that you really shot yourself in the foot with that one," Jon said lightly, and Oliver glared at him. His foot was still elevated and throbbing, but the blonde medic had assured him that he'd be fine in a few weeks.
"Jonathan Revis, that is not an appropriate way to talk to your general," Oliver replied with a scowl, but Jon just smiled.
"Hey, I took a bullet for you before your oh-so-elegantly ricochet. I'm allowed a bit of friendly mockery." He was right, so Oliver didn't bother to reprimand him again.
Cleo sighed, dropping the bloodied cloth and folding her arms over her chest.
I was the Unseelie King, a powerful fae, feared by many–but the look on that Bruja's face made me feel damn small indeed.
Moon, slay me now.
"You still have a dagger in your shoulder, Vian."
Shit. Her voice was so, so cold. Keeping my eyes pinned on the ground, I wished that bandit's aim had been much better. A dagger through the heart would have been preferable to Cleo's anger.
"Are you going to leave it there?"
"I'm considering it."
There was no conservation of matter when it came to life. People and relationships could be destroyed, ruined beyond repair.
Whoa.
There was no conservation of matter when it came to life. People and relationships could be destroyed, ruined beyond repair.
Whoa.
Thanks?
My single motivation for understanding chem is because Victor is a chemist, I don't understand a single damn thing in that class but I try my best so I can have him sound like he knows what he's talking about even if I don't
You're welcome.
Legit.
The door to his bedroom door opened, but Mason was fast asleep and didn’t hear it open.
The door to his bedroom door opened, but Mason was fast asleep and didn’t hear it open.
The door. . .to a door?
(Yes, it was for a weird prompt that I got. . )
(Oh okay.)
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