I’m Fucking Dying. I Got Roasted In The Best Way Possible.

my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.

i literally love tumblr

Currently thinking about how the only four people from district 12 to win the hungergames did so by "cheating".

Lucy Gray's scent being given to the snakes.

Haymitch ducking the ax after he ran to thr cliffside.

Katniss and Peeta's double suicide threat with the berries.

The thing is, none of it is cheating. It's survival. Lucy Gray wasn't even really responsible for her "cheat". Haymitch was on the verge of death and unarmed, using the only weapon the arena had to offer that would work in his favor. Katniss and Peeta were promised a win together, they won by the Capitol's rules, but the Capitol, being the Capitol, changed the rules.

Henry branwell and David kostyk would have been best friends breathe if you agree

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How Well Does the Shadow and Bone Cast Know Fan Slang?

"Wylan’s first thought was that this boy had the most perfectly shaped lips he’d ever seen. His second was that his father had sent someone new to kill him."

~ Wesper's first meeting in Crooked Kingdom

Or as I like to say. Wylan van Eck having his priorities in order.

First: be gay

Second: worry about potentially dying

GLAM KITCHEN💄🔥👄Puré de papa🥔 ✨here I am once again giving you my talents for free even though you don’t deserve any of it

Whenever I try to study or do homework, I channel my inner Eragon and get distracted by ants.

"I'm sorry, the old Advika can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh! Cause she's dead!"

-Me whenever Reputation TV comes out

I AM SOBBING 😭😭 THIS BOOK

In my mind palace/alternate history to the alternate history, Robin goes home with Ramy.

He travels with him all the way to India just to meet his family, to enjoy their hospitality, and to explore Ramy's home through his eyes. It is joy, because they never imagined that this luxury would be afforded them. Freedom. Solitude together.

Escape from Oxford doesn't exactly change their relationship, but it somehow magnifies it. For all that they know about each other, there are parts they can never quite see clearly, living in a city where Ramy is always performing, and Robin is always hiding.

Mischief, stubbornness, native tongues, old songs, memories, irreverence, childhood passions they laugh to remember, it all bubbles to the surface.

It is the first time Robin understands the word home in a very long time. The lightning and thunder between them rumbles. It transforms. It explodes into fireworks that Robin can hold in his hands, for just a moment.

In a quiet moment under a banyan tree, Robin scoots close to Ramy and says softly, without looking at him, "If I ever lost you, I don't think I could go on".

Ramy says gently, fondly, "There's no need to be morose, Birdie, we are young and free, which means that we are immortal," and he slings his arm around Robin's shoulders.

Robin wiggles closer, against his warmth, and insists that he means it. He can't say what he means, but inside he knows that he has lost so much, he truly thinks that his soul is too damaged, he wouldn't be able to weather it. Ramy is the embodiment of love, the very definition. He is home. He doesn't say it, though. He sits tongue tied. Ramy was always the brave one, not him.

Ramy looks at him quizzically for a moment. Then he promises with a gallant grin that even if he ever dies, he won't leave. He will haunt Robin in his dreams. They laugh, and somehow Robin is reassured. And then after a moment of peaceful silence, Ramy leans over and kisses him.

Brave Ramy.

Beautiful Ramy.

It is Robin's first kiss. Ramy's too. It doesn't matter that it is wobbly and awkward. It is soft and warm and it is love.