Post-Summit fluff drawn to make myself smile, because Jasper and his hypothetical route may or may not be hurting all of my feelings (at this point it’s less ‘tugging on heartstrings’ and more ‘using them to play the guitar part of a particularly mournful ballad’).
Calanthia totally remembers that comment about a quiet place to read, looks until she finds it, and then is neither quiet nor reading the whole time she’s there. (The solution to this is to give her a history book; she will happily shut up to read a history book. This will, tragically, not solve her lack of decorum. You solve that by looking stern and disapproving and this is me shoving everyone into a happy ending AU where everything is heart eyes forever.)
All That Jazz is already the catchiest song in existence and the fact that I actually did a routine to it and had to listen to it about a hundred times is just unfair and absolutely guaranteed that it would be burned into the deepest parts of my brain for the rest of my life
this year is the year i ditch bras and go for bralettes or completely braless and ditch jeans too! i’m tired of tight pants unless they’re leggings or super flowy pants i don’t want em. free bird from here on out
Oh, how I miss the sweet warmth of being a seraph, always aglow with holy fire, even if I could turn it down to approach other siblings. I was constantly warm and it never hurt, I just felt loved and pure. I wish I could feel that again, just once, just for a minute. Let me be holy again. Let me be bright again.