Richard Papen Is The Kind Of Guy To Say “i Know A Spot” And Then Take You To A Run Down Apartment

something I like about Blue Sargent is that she’s so believably seventeen years old. she misses her mom and yearns to keep her friendships and also to pursue her future and grow. she insults her cousin to her face but loves and is very protective of her. she wears fingerless gloves to cemeteries to look cool even though she knows trying to look cool will bite her in the ass, she monologues about how if she opens her pink switchblade she’s sure she’ll cut herself as a sensible teen but also monologues about how she looves the idea of herself as a badass with a switchblade, and then she does indeed open it and cut herself and connects it to her emotional hurt. she’s both self-conscious and confident, and highly pretentious. She’s a one thousand year old condescending brat who wishes she was surrounded by fellow one thousand year old condescending brats at all times. she’s impulsive and idealistic and empathetic and sensible and stubborn and judgemental and curious and compassionate and playful and fiercely loving. she’s a fanciful sensible thing, she’s good but she’s not nice, she’s brave because she’s full of fear. I love her

i cannot merely read words, i must consume. give me a sentence and watch as i carve it into my bones, tucked safely right over my heart

this man is so Art Heist Baby James coded, it’s not even funny anymore

walking through a forest wondering if the trees are shit talking about me in latin

they hate me don’t they?

the most devastating trope in my opinion is when characters spend the whole story haunted by a ghost or entity only to realize at the end that it was themselves the whole time

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

Gansey’s moment of “she makes me quiet” when all Blue has ever been for others is an amplifier will never not live rent free in my mind

THANK YOU!! this is exactly what i was looking for, they were just trying their best but they absolutely adored that little boy

i feel like at some point everyone just started making hope and lyall out to be bad parents and idk if i like or agree with that. how do you think they were as parents to remus??

OKAY SO I AM SO PASSIONATELY AGAINST THIS RHETORIC. it is me and holyall against the worls od fanfics that characterise them as bad parents.

they were the good parents. and sure they had their flaws, but all parents do.

i think remus grew up in north wales, probably somewhere near llandudno but not actually in the town. hope worked as a teacher part-time in one of the local secondary schools and if remus hadn’t been accepted into hogwarts, she would’ve probably ended up being his english teacher. every friday remus would come home from primary school to freshly baked challah that hope would bake for each shabbos and every sunday she’d make french toast with the left over challah for breakfast (challah french toast is superior). lyall did his best too, he would take remus to the park whenever remus asked, would let him stay up to watch tv or listen to music, and the two of them did their best to spoil him with the little money they did have, although they were quite tight most of the time.

they’d go on camping holidays where they’d hike and swim and have a camp fire. hope is the driver of the family and refuses to use magic to travel anywhere, and lyall agrees every time. they’re constantly listening to music in the car together, the three of them adore music, they’re always singing and messing around with goofy impressions of whoever the singer of the song they’re listening to is.

after full moons, hope would always make remus chicken broth and lyall would do his best to heal remus’ wounds with magic (although he was never the best with medical spells) and they’d do everything they could to make remus feel safe, loved, and secure although lyall’s guilt would be eating him alive every time the full moon happened.

as remus got older and wanted more independence, they started to clash a bit, they were always protective of him after greyback bit him, but they always eventually work through whatever shit they have going on this time. and when remus realises he’s gay, he’s still worried about them not supporting him but they only care for his happiness, not whether or not he’s with a girl or boy

when the leaves start changing colors and it’s looking like drop everything and move to vermont to join an elite major at snobby school before ultimately joining a cult and killing your friends

i used to pretend what i went through was normal but i don’t think life should’ve been that hard at the ripe age of 16