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satincas:

someone give me an au where dean works in a grocery store and cas is a disgruntled businessman who frequents the store during his lunch hour.

and poor dean, with his one pierced ear and his forearm tattoo, has an absolutely enormous crush on the dark haired man who comes to his…




rebelleleader:

When ‘princess' became 'Clarke


My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name’s Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I’d still beat you, no matter what you call me.


flare25:

YA Lit Meme: 10 Series or Books
↳ [6/10] Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas

“My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name’s Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I’d still beat you, no matter what you call me.” 


paddfoott:

YA book challenge | Characters from a series you’d want to meet (2/4)

Throne of Glass - minimalist character posters



weetart:

Best power couple.


skyenapped:

"You know they had a pool going, right?"

Harvey raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

"How long we’d last."

"Who did?"

"Everyone." Mike shrugged, smirking. "Donna. Louis. Jessica. Pretty sure even Norma got in on it." 

"Norma bet on our marriage?"

"Apparently."

They stood quiet for a few minutes, just watching the crowd, full of friendly, familiar faces as everyone mingled and laughed and looked blissfully dizzy on wine. 

"So, who won?" Harvey eventually asked, a curious glint in his eye. 

"What?"

"Anyone think we’d make it through the first year?"

"Oh." Mike smiled. "Jessica."

"No kidding? What’d she say, six and a half if we’re lucky?"

"She didn’t pick a number at all."

Harvey paused in thought and then said, “That’s…very Jessica Pearson of her. Also cheating.”

"Louis made the rules extremely vague. She played the man," Mike explained fondly. "When they all wrote down their predictions, she drew one of those symbols. You know, that means forever." 

"Infinity?"

"Yeah, that’s it."

Harvey grinned and shook his head. “Seven years,” he said softly, just loud enough for Mike to hear over the all the chatter. There was a little marvel in his voice, but he wasn’t surprised. Proud, but not surprised. He always knew they’d make it.

"Seven years," Mike echoed, turning to face his husband. "Happy anniversary, Harvey."