Odysseus Absolutely Does Present A Threat To Penelope If He Perceives Her As At All Unfaithful, And I

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GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE RAGHGNRHWJWYTUQOWLDJIITJRBDIXL

i feel like an addict the way i literally itch for and crave diva!chemist reader and spencer asffghgjhklslasksjfagdj

diva reader brainrot has begun, stay alert, close your windows, watch the news, and stay tuned for updates 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🚨🚨

i hope im not just a mutual to you but also a really annoying stranger who is somehow always going through something

this is a disgrace

let me make it my own pretty please

westley in the princess bride was so funny for being like ‘talk about this dead guy you loved lol’ and getting the tea about himself

I hate when a doctor who post breaches containment and the notes are just full of people getting confused about numbers

oh so ur telling it's been Them since the start. it's been misty and nat the day misty took off her mask in the pilot and pushed her broken glasses up on her face and smiled. not bc she found power in the hunt or pleasure in the kill, the way we were meant to believe all the way back in s1, but bc she was able to help nat get away w the radio and find rescue. this is where the unwavering devotion starts. its like. nat is crowned leader in s2. misty kneels. nat punches misty when she finds out abt the transponder (and keeps the secret for 25 years) and in the wake of it? misty still fucking kneels. i feel insane.

pretty please read this gang, i desperately crave feedback

random oc x prince caspian that i decided to write😭 only a couple hundred words, but it's good, i promise

ONCE UPON A DREAM

Sophia was dreaming of Narnia. It was a nightly occurrence, having been so ever since she and the Pevensies tumbled out of the wardrobe after their 15-year rule. Tonight's dream, however, felt different somehow. It wasn't a feeling that could be accurately described with words, but Sophia felt it writhing in her bones.

Her footsteps were all that could be heard in the forest that surrounded her. Until all of a sudden, a second set of footsteps joined hers. She whipped around, spotting a boy next to her. He was her age, with dark brown hair and deep chocolate eyes.

His eyes narrowed at her. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my dream?"

She made a face at him. "I'm Sophia, and it's my dream. Who are you?"

"I'm Caspian, and I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's sleeping right now."

"Well so am I!"

They never figured out whose dream it was. Eventually, they forgot about the dream part altogether and simply explored the woods around them. After what felt like hours Sophia woke up, her head spinning, and her heart pounding.

She neglected to tell the Pevensies about her dream. If there was a reason, she couldn't find it. All the blonde girl knew, was that if this was how her nights were to be spent, she never wanted to wake up.

just a girl and her problematically older crush against the world

melissa had a KNIFE held to her THROAT and went oh i need to kiss this girl right now I'M CRYINGG