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  1. Public Bookmark 10

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    She loved him (because who could look upon this man and not love him?), in her own way. In the end, that was what made the difference.

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    12 Sep 2021

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    “Hel is not weak. She is unflinching, unswerving, and austere. That does not mean she does not feel. Or that she does not love the light.” // i’m so grateful for this addition to the list of great ship dynamics i so dearly love w/all my heart. idc if this could fit in canon anymore (given recent developments in the mcu) but THEM

  2. Public Bookmark 4

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    zoya hones queendoms and draconic destinies. alina hones secrets shaped like citrus-coloured halves of sun.
    or zoyalina priory of the orange tree au, where zoya is crowned queen of ravka, and alina feeds her many hungers.

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    11 Sep 2021

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    “She remembers their shared dream. The twin glint of coronets, on the fair head and the dark. A crushed rose between their fingers. The moon in their eyes. Some day.“

  3. Public Bookmark 63

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    He can fight well, but he is no scholar—not like Zelda. Zelda, his best friend, the cleverest, most brilliant person he knows. Zelda, who grew up on books the way Link grew up with a sword in his hand.

    But they’ve fought Ganon and won, and there’s so much to do, now— to learn, to try in new ways. Link thinks there is no harm in reading Zelda’s books—in learning about the world he lives in beyond simply living in it.

    Reading her books turns into an interest in poetry, for he can’t help being stirred by old Hyrulian sonnets, more so than any other texts.

    His unexpected newfound interest in poetry turns into an exploration into writing some, for the hell of it. He isn’t very good at it—no, they’re not good poems. But they are sincere, if nothing else.

    Of course, he’d never show Zelda his poetry. Not when so much of it is about her.

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    29 Jul 2021

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    a beautiful comfort fic i like to read to cheer myself up whenever im having a bad day or when i just need a literary equivalent of a bowl of warm, hot soup. ilika ur amazing for this and i love u sm

  4. Public Bookmark 6

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    The mangoes were on sale today.

    riku, kairi, and mangoes - a sweet moment between bitter waiting.

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    15 Jul 2021

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    "'I’m a little sad.' She continues. 'But…it’s better now that I’m not dealing with it by myself. I have my dad, and my friends, and – you. Always you.' Kairi smiles, and Riku thrills at the fact that the light in her eyes hasn’t dimmed one bit. 'It’s going to be okay, because – because we’re working so hard. Wherever he is…we’ll find him. He’s waiting for us, I know he is. And then – and then we can sit on the beach and eat fruit together, until we get sick. Just like before.'" // this fic was so soft omg i loved reading this

  5. Public Bookmark 3

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    it is incredibly hard to live when everyone you know believes that you are the sole reason the abuse you went through happened, that it is all your fault. (it's not. it never is.)

    or, grant emerson learns the truth about the infamous tara "terra" markov, and decides that enough is enough.

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    13 Jul 2021

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    "'What did I do?' She repeats, louder. The tears flowing down her face. 'I was a child,' she says, quiet, her voice cracking around the last word. 'I was a child... I was a child!!' She screams, and screams and screams until it is incomprehensible. Until he worries about her losing her voice. Grant's vision blurs by his tears and he goes to her, holds her as she cries, as she comes unraveled in his arms, her hands clawing at and clinging to him. Ruined , she screams, ruined ruined ruined — Tara screams, tearing her wounds open, and his own heart breaks. (They are a reflection of each other.)"