just sink your fangs into my neck, man. it won’t be weird. i promise

in my richard papen era(failing academics, in need of friends, romantising things i don't even understand)

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10000 years ago we were cats purring next to each other in a patch of sunlight. you dont remember but its fine

daydreaming about seivarden when she’s feeling all right. she grins. she swaggers. she says “kiddo” and “our tisarwat” and sings old love songs she barely remembers, off-key. she puts her booted feet on breq’s bed and presses her shoulder against breq’s shoulder. she promises ekalu she’ll be good—she’ll try to be good. i adore her.

the 3ish interactions that Tisarwat and Seivarden have are so fucking funny. suicidal teenager mad because Mom’s (Breq’s) situationship is being nice to her and doesn’t know that she was briefly a 3,000 year old tyrant. well-intentioned side piece (Seivarden) trying to be nice to the step-kid and mildly baffled as to why a 17-year old has access to top secret military gossip. there is absolutely no situation like it. thank you Ann Leckie.

Reading Ancillary Mercy rn and Seivarden has really been on the journey of all time. In a coma. Woke up. Whole family dead. Only person who recognises her is her former company car, who's decided to go and shoot the president. Not kill, just shoot. The car shoots the president several times. The president gives the company car her own company car. Seivarden can come along. Seivarden is in love with her former company car. The company car never liked her. Her company car is now in love with another company car. The company cars are openly discussing this in front of her, including Seivarden's own feelings for one of the company cars. Sequence of events of all time.

i will find lesbians in any piece of media

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

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