#am I?

[through-the-forests]

[Ze hears the muffled humming, relaxing slightly]

[EMERGENCY CONTACT. VITALS OF "OUTIS" UNSTABLE. SENDING COORDINATES.]

[Coordinates attached]

-@through-the-forests

[Des' eyes widened. He rushes to grab health and regen potions and throw them in his bag along with the bandages he already had.]

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" [He rushes out the house to the coords.] "O-Outis??" [He calls, voice whimpering slightly.]

[reblogandlikes]

I'm convinced I'm not the target audience for the acotar series because I just saw someone say that they're rereading it and somehow love Rhysand more...? The first time I can understand the lack of introspection and caught up in the hype, but the second time? Seriously? Do people honestly think as Feyre and the IC does about him and are unable to see past the false persona of "amazingness" when he's a terrible leader and throws his power around to those who rightfully challenge him as a form of intimidation?

Maybe because they know where they story ends, they're now reading everything from a 20/20 romantic lense because they "understand him", but even with this understanding, to me, makes his entire personality even more underwhelming, forced and unnecessary. Oh so powerful, yet barely does anything substantial with it. Then what's the fucking point of you other than to fill a "morally ambitious", super powerful, dark haired quota trying to convey feminism, but not actually?

And then, when I'm critical, I have to check myself and ask if I'm being bloody pompous, but no. No, I'm not. The love for Rhysand is baffling for the genre he is in, and i think that's one of my main gripes. Dark romance, sure. But not in a series that has the audacity to hammers down "abusive" behaviour on one character but not the other in the books and by fans in online spaces. It's so weird. If you have fae's, let them be viciously so, because they are not human. Their behaviours and customs should be the differences highlighted. That should be the appeal, or am I wrong? Not for the faeness to used to be OK in one moment, but not in the next because it doesn't suit the convience of the plot or may paint your beloved in a bad light. You've then just convoluted your own world, sjm, and takes away character depth.

I'm tempted to say that I've aged out of sjm's storytelling style, but i've witnessed fully grown adults eat this shit up. But age has nothing to do with this, and I'm just honestly at a loss. I feel like an outlier. Like, I'm just not getting the appeal to these favourable characters and get frustrated when things are clearly unjust or misrepresented, yet others swear ones actions and behaviours are perfectly fine yet hate to see it in others. You can't just pick and choose when shit is ok or not, especially when the characters have very similar reasoning behind their actions. Maybe I like shit to be nuanced too much, which would explain why it irks me of being told what to believe in contrary to evidence.

It's ok to like whatever book you want, but just dont lie about the content within or delude tourselfninto believing characterisations that are false because even authors fall victim to their own character bias. *Sigh* So I'mma chill and go tackle the books on my tbr.

[cits-kirby-brainrot]

Laying down the foot work of how Matter works in my imagining, don’t mind me.

[dollyiia]

pomegranates are so beautiful and worth the mess, maybe im beautiful and worth the mess too.

[dumblr]

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

[solarisquid]

Okey, but could we talk about how the Asmodean Crystal came in a box that closely resembles a ring box and how that could possibly foreshadow a future plot line where Blitzø tries to make up for his mistakes with Stolas AFTER Stolas loses his powers and titles and so Blitzø asks Fizz and Asmodeus for help and they give him a ring with an Asmodean Crystal so Blitzø asks Stolas to marry him in the same spot Stolas gave him his Asmodean Crystal and then they go on a honeymoon around Earth???

[k-odyssey]

Later that day...

[jaylienpotter]

So Regulus writes poetry, everyone knows that.

HOWEVER!

Few talk about the absolute filth that is his secret erotic poetry.

Sirius one day found his journal and glanced bc of how fucking nosy he is and immediately regretted it.

[cheezyratz]

I could 100% see Casey and Leo kissing and when they pull away Leo unironically says “good golly” and Casey laughs so hard he falls to the floor and his stomach starts to hurt

[youchangedmedestiel]

My coworker who's watching Supernatural finished the 3rd season and told me that she hopes Dean won't die at the end of the show...

That at least Sam and Dean both die at the same time and not only one of them, so they don't have to live without each other.............

Should I tell her to stop here?

[charseraph]

[morverenmaybewrites]

A Crown of Bone Preview

Pairing: Changeling! Reader x Fae Lord! Zhongli

Imagine being a changeling child and living your life in quiet yearning. 

It is a life of hollow hunger and a longing for something you cannot quite name. 

You had been found in the dead of winter, or so your mother tells you, a half-fey child abandoned in a snowbank. She has told you this story many times before. Sometimes in fond reminiscence, more often in hushed whispers, her eyes fearful and haunted as she recalled your unnatural stillness, the way the snowflakes that landed on your skin did not melt, 

You don’t answer whenever she tells these stories; she is already frightened enough. You do not tell her that while you had been found during winter, your first memories were of spring. 

Except it is not the spring of Snezhnaya, where you had been raised. It is not the cold sun, finally rising after months of not showing its face. Nor is it the first tentative buds of snowdrops, pushing their way up from the melting snow.

The spring you remember is brilliant, bursting with vivid color. You remember walking underneath trees whose leaves were the color of fire, you remember the taste of wine against your tongue. 

And sometimes, in those odd moments between dreaming and waking, you would remember seeing the gold of someone’s eyes and the curve of black, gleaming bone. 

You do not mention this to your mother, who is already half-afraid of you. Nor to your father, who gazes at you with a resigned sort of acceptance. 

Instead, you keep it to yourself, tucked away against the curve of your ribs, right next to your slow-beating heart. A secret that is half-yearning and half-memory: someone had left you there in that snowbank, and there are days that you think that they did not do so willingly. 

[phivega]

same

[fallenangelkitten]

Who can I mail my polaroids to

[sincerlycas]

Am I the only one that doesn’t care no matter how good the fic may be, I can’t read it if it’s no x black reader?