BUT THE QUOTE OH GOD

Nesta gritted her teeth, trying to haul Cassian up once more. A broken sound of pain ripped from him. “Go!” He barked at her.

“I Can’t,” she breathed, voice breaking. “I can’t.”

The same words Rhys had given him.

Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands - to cup her face. “I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.”

She didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her - lightly. As much as he could manage.

Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

—  A Court of Wings and Ruin (pg. 652)
Voltron characters as things my friends and I have said on Skype

Allura: sin o’clock came a bit early tonight. must be daylight savings

Coran: WHY IS THE RESTAURANT CROOKED

Hunk: the only notification i received was “vegetable porn proceed w caution" and i was like oh god what is Hayley up to

Keith: GO LICK A TYPEWRITER

LanceIM SO FUCKIGN DRUNK I CAUGHT A PING PONG BALL IN MYH ASS

Pidge: we don’t hate ourselves enough for a minion au

Shiro: Hey DO YOU like Burger King, because I could buy you 150 chicken nuggets for $20 and I think that’s a good deal

an incomplete list of lines in aftg that will always fuck me up

“Did you know I’ve never been skiing?”

“I told her what would happen if she raised her hand again. She had no right to look so surprised.”

“His father. Your coach.”

“Who said ‘please’ that made you hate the word so much?” “I did.” / “I was seven,” Andrew said. “I believed him.”

“If it means losing you, then no.”

“Go on, tell me again how I’m too unbalanced to understand normal brotherly affection and love. Tell me this is natural.”

“Good,” Neil said quietly. “So now you understand why Andrew killed your mother.”

“Do you honestly think that if I wanted to kill someone, whether it was myself or someone else, that I would fail so spectacularly at it so many times?”

“Neil,” Wymack said, “between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”

“I’m tired of being nothing.”

“Would it kill you to let something in?” “It almost did last time.”

“Neil? Are you all right?” Neil smiled. It felt like it tore his face open. “No. No, I’m not.”

“Thank you,” he finally said. He couldn’t say he meant thanks for all of it: the keys, the trust, the honesty, and the kisses. Hopefully Andrew would figure it out eventually. “You were amazing.”

“Everything I needed, you already gave me. You let me stay.”

“You are a Fox,” Andrew said, like it was that simple, and maybe it was.

“Wait, he chose Neil over you? That sounds a little serious for a fling, don’t you–” Nicky glanced at Neil’s blank face and faltered. “News to you too, huh?”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.”

“I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.”

“Stay,” Andrew said, and leaned down to kiss him.

This was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and Neil was never letting go.

Quotes I've Said While Reading Fics

“I WANT A DOOR!”

“OH MY GOD, YOU WANT TO DO HIM. GET IT RIGHT.”

“I’m done, I’m so done. I can’t read this.” *Exits out* *waits thirty seconds* “FUCK IT.” *starts reading again*

“THE HELL D'YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! GET BACK IN THERE AND STICK YOUR TONGUE DOWN HIS THROAT.”

“Ugh I hate this… But I’m too invested.
F u c k.”

“There’s a time that everyone reaches in their lives where they think ‘nothing can be worse than this’. This fic is that time.”


“Oh, wait, nevermind, I found a worse one.”

“Why did he have to die?! I hate this story!… Time to recommend it to all my friends.”

“Your gay is showing.”

“Ha! You’re straight!? Okay, pal, so am I.”

Keith (talking to Shiro): Sorry I’m late. I was… doing things.

Lance (barging in): HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN STAIRS

Keith: Push is such a strong word, I prefer to call it, “giving you a little nudge.”

Lance: Oh I’ll give you a little nudge when I put my foot up your ass!

Keith: HEY! Watch your fuckin language in front of our leader.

Lance: *From top of blue lion* The stress of my modern office has caused me to go into a depression 

Keith: *Using hands or megaphone* Depression? Isn’t that a fancy word for feeling bummed out? 

Lance: Keith, you ignorant slut

And my god, I hope you wake up one morning to someone who loves you like you’re a sunflower and they’re desperate to keep you alive.
I hope you dance with them in the small space of your kitchen floor, messy hair and tired eyes because you both been up all night watching movies again.
I hope you laugh with them in a way you never did with anyone else, head tilted back and lips apart as you let out every sound your laugh can possibly make and I hope to god you don’t try to cover your mouth. And if you do, because that’s okay, I know I sometimes do, I hope they stop you.
I hope they grab your hand before it ever comes in contact with your lips and I hope they hold it to their chest as they watch you with kind loving eyes. Because fuck, everyone knows you deserve it. And I hope you find someone who’ll accept you.
I hope they accept your messy hair in the early morning of the day and I hope they accept the way you sometimes talk too much and can’t seem to stop when you’re nervous or how you still cry yourself to sleep on some nights.
I hope they hold you and kiss you on the places where you’re most insecure at and I hope to god you let them.
I hope you find someone who makes you happy, even when you feel like sometimes, life is too hard for you. And I hope that when you both come across a tough situation and it comes down to a choice where you are one of them,
I hope they choose you. Every goddamn time, I hope they choose you.
—  A.M//for you
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I get the chills when each player raises the cup #greatestsport

  • Zen: Nice hands, MC.
  • MC: uh... thanks?
  • Zen: I bet they'd look better wrapped around my-
  • 707: wrAPPED AROUND THE BIBLE PRAISE THE LORD AMEN
ACOWAR SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS BELOW. DON’T BLAME ME LATER KIDS

Feyre: Everyone has a gay cousin

Mor: I don’t have a gay cousin

Feyre: Maybe you’re the gay cousin

Mor: Oh God I’m the gay cousin