Chapter Rating: E is for Every Bad Idea You’ve Ever Had
Summary: This is how you turn a girl into a forest fire.
WC: 13,268
CW: mature themes, vulgar language, mentions of death, NSFW CONTENT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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[Jude POV]
Sleep falls away from me like water as I resurface into consciousness.
The first thing I know is that I am warm. The comfortable kind that feels like holding a steaming mug of tea between both hands on a brusque day. Or the soft spill of sunlight at the brink of spring.
Pleasant. Relaxed.
The second thing I know is that all of this is very suspicious. Usually, I’m cracked out of my dreams, a lightning strike straight into reality. Or otherwise dragged out of them like a deadweight through quicksand.
There is no peace in sleeping and there is certainly no peace in waking. Or if there is, I have never known it. Ultimately, this is what makes me open my eyes.
Continuar lendo
This is the way the world ends
Not with a Bang, but with a OMGGGGG
I keep thinking that she will call him Fairychild, like a word play with Fairchild and him being a literal fairy child.
I don't know why but that just seems like an annoiyng thing that she does but he secretly loves
thought about Ash being surnameless some more & I've decided the ideal thing that could happen is Dru gets possessed by the spirit of Will Herondale and tells Ash word for word what Will told Tessa at the end of tid ("you can have mine")
IT IS VERY REAL!! ALWAYS BE AWARE.
Don’t take them off when you immediately see it. Wait until you get to a different destination bc they’re trying to distract you by getting it off then abducting you. Same thing goes if you find something on your windshield, it’s a distraction so they have time to get you.
This made me cry
the waterloo letters: an excerpt
if i could spread it out on my desk, i’d find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and i’d smooth it away and you’d be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. i got the nomenclature now - saint’s names belong to miracles.
give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there’s so much of you.
fucking yrs,
a
ladies we need to start frantically and obsessively reading books in less than 24 hours again..remember how happy we were
a brothers love
me, going to my parents to talk about the book that i’m reading:
@booksociety’s LGBT+ pride event: Red, White & Royal Blue
Updated Flower Cards for Dru and Ash by the spookily talented Cassandra Jean!
Does anyone else starts to see how many books there are, and how every single one of them has the potential to destroy you and them is 5am and you start crying on Pinterest with your cat at your feet
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