WHEN INEJ THE WRAITH GHAFA SAYS SHE LIKES IT WHEN MEN BEG THEN WHATTTT THEN FUCKING WHATTTTTTT

No thoughts, just this. IT'S THE RAW FKING EMOTION FOR ME-

“And you think it was sunrise I was waiting for and not my queen. Do you not hear her footfalls? She has never quite managed the trick of hiding them as well as one of the Folk. Surely you've heard of her, Jude Duarte, who defeated the redcap Grima Mog, who brought the Court of Teeth to their knees? She's forever getting me out of scrapes. Truly, I don't know what I would do without her.” 

~ How the high king of elfhame learned to hate stories

I feel like everyone on tumblr is just the same person in slightly different fonts. Like we all love books, simp over fictional characters, want to live in a cottage in the woods, want to learn old forgotten languages, love kitties, know specific details about random stuff, like pretty rocks, want to run in an empty castle wearing a gown, love taylor swift and lorde and hozier, are anxious and mildy sad, love iced coffee or tea, and are sick of waiting for our teenage dream.

Ps ~this isn't me trying to generalize, it's just an observation lmao.

Everyone has that one piece of writing that completely changes their view of the world and enlightens them. For me, it's when Margaret Atwood wrote-

"Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur."

Rereading pjo as a coping mechanism isn't enough, I need Percy Jackson to drown me🥰🤪

“Senior year. And then life. Maybe that's the way it worked. High school was just a prologue to the real novel. Everybody got to write you -- but when you graduated, you got to write yourself. At graduation you got to collect your teacher's pens and your parents' pens and you got your own pen. And you could do all the writing. Yeah. Wouldn't that be sweet?”

― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

It's the first of December and I'm trying to bring out my "in my heart is a Christmas tree farm, where the people would come/to dance under sparkling lights" feels but the allure of "hey December, guess I'm feeling unmoored/can't remember what I used to fight for" is magnetic😔

"YOU LIKE HER, DOES SHE LIKE YOUUU???? BOTH OF ARE SWOONING OVER EACH OTHER -_- "

mobius my man you're making your feelings prettyyy obvious here ngl

SOMEONE ON TWITTER SAID THE PARALLELS BETWEEN PERCABETH AND KANEJ~ two guys who can always sense when their invisible gf is nearby :')

"Kaz is... I don't know, like no one I've ever known. He surprises me." "Yes, like a hive of bees in your dresser drawer." Jesper laughed. "Just like that."

"So what are we doing here?" asked Inej. "Jesper turned back to the sea, feeling his cheeks heat. " Hoping for honey, I guess. And praying not to get stung." Inej bumped her shoulder against his. "Then at least we're both the same kind of stupid."

"I don't know what your excuse is Wraith, I'm the one who can never walk away from a bad hand." She looped her arm in his. "That makes you a rotten gambler. But an excellent friend." "You're too good for him you know." "I know. So are you."

~Leigh Bardugo, six of crows