SOMEONE DID IT!!!

every time I try and write fanfic my friends start hating each other and I end up having 3 hour long calls, its so late, I just want to write about addy getting hugs, help

Oh no, I got a new rare pair, and by rare pair I mean it literally only exists and makes since in my head, help

start here, caitlyn siehl // untitled, fortesa latifi // rien ne va plus, margarita karapanau (trans. karen emmerich) // black iris, leah raeder // the thorn merchant, yusuf komunyakaa // monster movie, nicola maye goldberg // a key to common lethal fungi, marge piercy // give me a god i can relate to, blythe baird // crimson peak, dir. guillermo del torro (2014) // the house of hades, rick riordan.

I finished and ouch, I made myself cry

Yall im about to write the angstiest obx fic ever, im making the season 4 ending so much worse

Hehe

“It’s dark when they bury JJ. It’s dark when there’s a sharp pain in her lower stomach and Sarah knows, right down to her bones, what’s happening. They should never have gotten used to good things.”

hope is a skill

judith grimes embodies funeral by phoebe bridgers and no i will not explain

James T Kirk and Leonard McCoy, Star Trek Beyond (2016).

Martyr and Icarus, a story.

Icarus, another young mortal full of hopes and fears calls hesitantly, Icarus, tell me a thing, please. This human, so flawed and such a helpless dreamer, has bright eyes that can shame gods and a smile so sharp and beautiful that stars don’t shine at all; an impossible love breathes within bones and flesh, like fire.

Was love worth the fall, Icarus? Please, tell me it was, I hope it was, this mortal, youth that is heroic and shattered and slightly afraid, pleads to the sky, pleads to the sea. Hope is almost as dreadful and tricky as freedom, love is even worse.

Oh, Icarus, I think I want to love something divine so hard, I think I want to kiss something divine so much, this young mortal sighs and blinks with tears like shards of glass and blood alike liquid gold. A boy with wings made of wax and flesh as soft as a rose petal cries, for fate is unfair, fate is always so unfair.

Run away from your monster of a lover: they’re going to eat you alive soon, and this night isn’t a night for tragedies, Icarus whispers softly all the things he wishes he’d known.

"Whats your favorite memory?" questions are such bullshit I literally don't remember that shit it just occasionally comes to me in divine flashes and leaves indefinitely