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Imagine having this

And then this

And not rule the world with him together when he offered? Hm, Alina sweetie, pls reconsider your life choices sis.

Good morning! I’m salty.

I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.

This, right here? This is asking for consent. It’s a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it.

You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.

“Children are going to lie about their age” is probably true, but that’s the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.

If you’re not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, don’t fucking click through this. And if you do, for all that’s holy, don’t blame anyone else for it.

The Darkling, cruel and terrible villain, smiling at the camera while Alina, his sun wife and queen of Ravka, take pictures of him and his buddy.

Reading The Familiar right now. I am craving a pomegranate so bad😭

leigh bardugo was insane for writing “This was Darlington—scholar, snob, and pain in the ass. No mystery there. But she’d held his soul inside her. She could still taste him on her tongue.” and then proceeded to treat ninth house like her least favourite child

exactly

"But what was Darlington to Alex? A mentor? A protector? An ally? None of those words seemed sufficient. Had some soft-boiled part of her fallen for the golden boy of Lethe? Or was this something less easily named than love or desire?"

The tags are everything. Ben's eyes will be the death of us all.

The fact that Alina was walking around with her internal monologue like, “I tried to think of anything but the stormcloud color of his eyes” about the man she supposedly hated. Lol.

I love you samosas. I love you empanadas. I love you pasties. I love you dumplings. I love you pirozhkis. I love you savory food in a convenient little carb purse.