elide began crying, shoving away from lorcan. “i’ll go with you, i’ll come with you–” the girl would. the girl would face cairn, and maeve… but terrasen would need that sort of courage. if it was to survive, if it was to heal, terrasen would need elide lochan.
whatever you do, don’t forget about how good raphael santiago was before he turned. don’t forget about how pure that boy was. don’t forget about how he wanted to get rid of vampires, probably thinking about his little brothers safety. don’t forget about how a fifteen-year-old boy wanted to fight against the beast, believing that god will help him because he was always a good catholic and he went to church every sunday so dios should be by his side, right?
whatever you do, don’t forget about how raphael was turned into this monster (or at least raphael thought so about himself). don’t forget about how he was left alone and killed his friends. don’t forget about how he wanted to kill himself because he hated what he became. he hated what he had done.
whatever you do, don’t froget about how guadalupe santiago loved her son. don’t forget about how she was ready to do anything, just to get her rafa back. how she believed he’s out there, missing his home. missing his mamá. don’t forget about how she was ready to give magnus all she had (even though she didn’t have much and she was barely holding on as it was), just so he would find her little boy.
but most importantly, whatever you do, don’t froget about how raphael loved his mother. don’t forget about how he decided to live just for her. don’t forget about how he pushed his self-hate aside just for her. how he hurt himself and burned himself by holding the cross his mamá gave him or walking through the sacred land, just so one day he could come back to her and show her his love and respect. don’t forget about how he would sacrifice literally anything to make his mother happy because she raised him and he loved her more than anything. don’t forget about how he would swear that he won’t ever drink human blood because that’s not something guadalupe would approve of.
whatever you do, don’t forget about how he craved blood, crying into magnus’s arms and saying that he can’t do this. that he’s not good enough, he’s not that strong. he’s doomed. don’t forget how magnus would hold him, stroking his back and whispering that raphael was even more than enough. “maybe you can’t see the sunlight anymore, rafa, but you have sunlight inside of you. you’re better than this. your mamá made you better than his, pequeño” magnus would say.
whatever you do, don’t forget that raphael went through SO much just so casserole clare would have sebastian kill him. just because. without any reason at all. don’t forget that the sh writers decided that he would bite izzy not once, but twice, after he swore he won’t do this. again, without any reason at all. just because.
whatever you do, you can’t forget that even though raphael had his mother and magnus, he saved himself.
raphael santiago saved himself. and he deserved so much better.
Go back,” said Granny. “You call yourself some kind of goddess and you know nothing, madam, nothing. What don’t die can’t live. What don’t live can’t change. What don’t change can’t learn. The smallest creature that dies in the grass knows more than you. You’re right. I’m older. You’ve lived longer than me but I’m older than you. And better'n you. And, madam, that ain’t hard.
Devin and I decided to go to the animal shelter today for the first time since we had to bring Rosie back and while talking to the employees, we learned that she was adopted yesterday!!
They said a man who was in his late 40’s was lonely and looking for a quiet, lazy companion and he saw her ad in the paper and fell in love. Words cannot express how incredibly happy I am that she finally found the perfect place to call home.
I’ve been asked so many times if we plan on adopting again and I never felt okay with it because it felt disrespectful to her to move on so quickly but I feel at peace with it all now, knowing she’s home ♥️
I’m having family and friends over tomorrow, and all I have done these past few days has been trying to tidy up and think of something to cook for them. I’m outting emphasis on the word trying, bc in reality I’ve sat and watched Hercule Poirot for hours and drank coffee, in the hopes the caffeine would kick start my numb brain. It hasn’t.
I’ve not been well for months, but that’s something I wouldn’t want to show, not to them. I don’t want to worry people.
All I want to do is live in my bed, hide under a blanket, read fics and scroll through tumblr. (Hello kids, this is the life of a middle aged trash)
Oh my god, what ever you do, dont think about sleepy courferre cuddles. The cutest thing ever, you won't recover
I actually think about this a lot. You’re right, I never recover.
I like to think about it being platonic, and one if them being so tired they pretty much have no filter at all and just absent-mindedly saying “I love you” and not thinking anything of it until the other says “I love you too” and then the cuddling includes kissing and it’s not so platonic anymore and they’re happy forever after that.