#i’ll just…stare at this forever

[dance-in-the-morning-glow]

I’m absolutely losing my mind over how beautifully @madbalalaika brought Florence and Beckett to life in this piece. The tension, their expressions, the sheer chaotic energy — it’s everything I dreamed of and more.

This incredible art is based on a moment in Chapter 8 of Until the Legs Have Swung (aka my magnum opus, my pride and joy). If you love angst, questionable morals and a dash of sexual tension, you’re in for a ride.

@madbalalaika, you’re a genius. Thank you for making this masterpiece <3

[truth-01001001-liar]

Altar

[1mm4d13]

The eepiest of boys

[ittybittyluci]

So… I got and new phone liketwo days ago, and… and I- I did something… I think it may be the greatest thing I’ve ever done.

And I need to show everyone this because it makes me so happy, and I think it will make other people happy too.

(This was so much fun)

[hythlodaes]

o dear soul / flesh and bone

love alone / is your home

[aerospectrum]

pleeeease im begging weeping pleading on main for memes to distract me from the lame-o news I’ve been saddled with today ;__;

[achilleslyre]

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[bigboysteveharrington]

I wholeheartedly believe gym is one of the classes Eddie had to retake term after term and year after year. And every year, he’s convinced this is going to be the year he’s actually going to scrape by and at the very least not have to take gym again, even if he is stuck coming back for another year

And the thing is, he could fully pass gym if he just showed up and changed and participated and he knows that, but the whole thing feels like torture

So every year it starts off as just I’ll just smoke one cigarette and go to class late and then it’ll be less to endure. And then he’s dreading it and as slow as possible and then oops he’s already missed this much, may as well just skip the rest. It’s not like missing one class is going to fail him. And then it’s fine I missed last time so I’ll go, but I’m not changing and I’m just sitting on the bleachers

And then it’s that he showed up late and fully planned on changing and at least pretending to participate, but turning right back around and leaving after getting two steps in and finding out they’re doing basketball and the douchebags on the team are clearly way too into it and nope, not happening. And they’re probably going to be doing it all week, so he’s just going to miss the week and then he’ll come back next week and see what they’re doing then and he’ll actually change and look like he’s trying and everything will be fine

And then he shows up after a week off and changes and vaguely walks around during dodgeball enough to look like he’s trying and okay the jock assholes hit him with like 20 balls and definitely were aiming for the head and he’s pissed off, but at least every time they decide to all aim for him at the same time, at least he gets to sit on the sidelines for a wild. But then at the end of class, he still gets pulled aside and warned that he’s already failing and if he wants to stand any chance at passing this time, he needs to start showing up on time and changing and actually trying every day. And he’s pissed but he still convinced himself he’s going to show up and endure it to get through, but then the next day guess who’s smoking in the bathroom for the first ten minutes of class. And he figures they’re playing dodgeball all week and he’s already going to be in shit for being late so he may as well just skip for the day and have one less day of the assholes ganging up on him. One more day isn’t going to be the deciding factor on if he’ll fail or not. And then one day becomes two becomes three becomes the rest of the week. And when he goes back late the next week, he finds out just how low his mark is. And soon it’s well if I’m failing again this year anyway, there’s no way I’m going and sitting through a single class more. I’ll just try again next semester and then I’ll actually show up and do enough to make it through

Steve is unbearable when he finds out that gym is one of the classes he’s still left dragging himself through again. He’s not trying to be an asshole, but gym is the one class he didn’t just barely scrape by in. And sure, gym was easy for him and the one class he actually enjoyed, but that’s not the only reason he’s so incredulous about this information. He’s like “How do you fail gym? Don’t do you just have a o show up to pass?

And that’s mostly true, but Eddie has absolutely zero patience to listen to it or justify how he keeps screwing it up every time while he’s just hoping he’s forced himself to show up enough times for gym not to be the one thing that prevents him from graduating after taking it over semester after semester for three years straight

[lesbiansanemi]

Bad day. Horrible awful terrible bad day

[tvrningout]

good evening 👁️👁️

[frau-line]

the isosceles that Saturninus grabbed (he doesn't know what's coming)

Helping My Apostle With Spreading The Gospel 😂😂 (SOCIAL EXPERIMENT) (GONE WRONG) (GONE VIOLENT) (WHAT WERE THEY THINKING⁉️)

[seventh-district]

i’m not like other girls, my “Rest” stats are a heart rate of 110bpm and a HRV of 14 fucking milliseconds. :)

[malachitezmeyka]

Idk why I thought the new year would suddenly bring immense change to me as a person, it was such a childish belief, I can’t believe I let myself fall for it. The years go by but I remain the messed up anxious wreck who starts crying the second she’s left alone with her thoughts. The new year won’t change anything, nothing will

[bugdogg]

Off of work now it’s school time

[captain-cheeseboi]

I’m literally never recovering