ENDLESS LIST OF FAVOURITE CHARACTERS ♡  Buffy Summers

Does anyone else just thinks about the future and wants to throw up?

so did you lay in bed blasting fireflies by owl city as a kid staring up at the ceiling while imagining running away to a happier place bc you grew up on fairy tales and make believe stories since you didnt really have the best social skills due to undiagnosed neurodivergency and thus didnt have a lot of friends so you spent all that extra time you had induldging in fictional stories and then grew up believing maybe one day youd get to go on a magical adventure like those stories had so youd spent so much time just longing for an escape and to go somewhere you understood bc you didnt understand people but you did understand all those stories you read or are you normal

Lyin’ isn’t better than silence
Floatin’, but I feel like I’m dyin’

Follow me.

I admit to rushing through the environment on this picture. I’m still feeling sick and my eyes were pretty angry at me for making them stare at a screen to finish it (which, I suspect, is why I made this scene so dark. Lol). But I tried to nab the humor of this, one of my favorite moments from RWRB. :)

“Oh my God, what are you doing? I can’t even look at you.” - Alex, Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

(PS: If you’ve left me an ask, I promise to answer as soon as I’m feeling a bit better!)

You broke my body and soul

OH MY GOD! THANK YOUUUUU

I loved it

Can i please get a

Ash and Dru meeting in TWP

PLEASEE

Also thank you for volunteering yourself as tribute i cannot create so i will Just have to wait for you guys

I think their first meeting would be a fight

Send me tsc drawing requests

@booklover-sleeplover @cassandraclare

Tessa to Maryse

Dear Maryse,

As one mother to another, I’m writing to you for advice. It’s been many many years since I was raising children, and when I say many years, I mean more than a century. And now I find myself in that position again. Although we have not talked frequently, I have often thought what a wonderful mother you must have been and continue to be. After all, your children have turned out so wonderfully. Isabelle is so brave, Alec such a leader, and Jace, well, I can only tell you that I know what an excellent example of a Herondale is, and he is one.

I also know that you have experienced profound loss and grief, and that you understand it.

I am writing to you about Kit. He too is a Herondale, and I believe that he will be an excellent example of one as well. But like all Herondale men (and the girls, too, believe me I know!) he is very private and secretive. On the whole Jem and I wish nothing but to respect his privacy. But when comes the time when worry requires one, as a parent, to intervene?

A few nights ago after dinner I stopped by Kit’s room to give him his phone (he is forever losing it and leaving it somewhere!), and I found that he was not there. Glancing out the window, I could see him outside, standing in our front garden. He had his back to me and appeared to be staring off into the distance, but I could tell by the way he was standing and the movements of his shoulders that he was agitated. Concerned, I followed him outside. I came up behind him quietly, not wanting to startle him. Perhaps I came too quietly. I realized immediately that he was talking to a ghost—I’ve had experiences of such things before. As is always the case in this kind of situation, I could hear only his side of the conversation.

Kit said, “If you keep trying to talk to me about this, I’m not going to be able to see you anymore.” Then he said, “Of course I believe in forgiveness. But some things are so terrible that you never want to revisit them.” There was a long pause. I thought maybe it was over. And then he said, “Don’t you understand? Everytime you bring him up, it tears another piece out of my heart.” Then he turned around, and of course saw me, standing on the path outside the house. He didn’t say anything, just gave me a sort of betrayed look and ran inside.

The next day of course he just pretended that nothing had happened. I just don’t know what to do. Should I leave him alone to work through this on his own? I always figured there must be ghosts at Cirenworth—Kit has informed me that there is a ghost dog that he plays with sometimes, a retriever I think —but I can’t imagine any of them as malicious or hurtful. And indeed it didn't sound as though he were afraid of the ghost, but as though the ghost brought back dark memories of his past. Perhaps of his father? I just don’t know what to do. Jem thinks we should let him work it out on his own, as he is a teenager, but then I remember my first two children, when they were teenagers, how there were times when they did need my help. (I am very much hoping that Kit is not having a tempestuous affair with a ghost, as I’m not sure I could go through that again.)

It’s keeping me up nights worrying. If there’s any advice that you have, I’d love to hear it.

I’m enclosing a picture of Jace and Clary with Kit and Mina, last time they visited. They look so happy!

All best,

Tessa

because this is who they are, they fight harder. they are warriors.