“Stupid.. stupid.. I swear he’s some angel with that damn grin..” never mind the fact that she’s wearing some maid outfit, but the fact she’s using some sea shells she gathered to craft something of her own. The girl wanted to make these for her friends and allies from the get go, but never had the motivation to do so out of fear. Now here she is trying her hardest

anonymous asked:

as soemone who actively supported shals until a few months ago, people change and learn, please don't hold stuff from months or years ago if they don't still have these views

yes exactly. moral purity is such a gross concept and just because you’ve done Bad stuff in the past or will do Bad stuff in the future or are doing Bad stuff right now, doesn’t mean that you’re always going to be a “bad person” so like

please just understand that people are changing constantly and don’t call them a “bad person” for something they did over a year ago

I know Castor is fun to talk about because he’s really impulsive and no one knows if he’s a hero or a villain but I NEED TO TALK ABOUT ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVS


She’s a trans lesbian, a Muslim, has 3 dogs (Harriet, Lamp, and Fuzzle), and is trying very hard to get into the college of her dreams!

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{ thank you dear, and to you as well ! }

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047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them." Feysand please

I don’t know how coherent this is, because I’ve written over the course of 5 months. It’s a little over 1k, and unedited. Modern AU. Enjoy!

Feyre knocked on the closed bedroom door. “Rhys?”

“Come in,” he sighed, and she opened the door to find him sitting at his desk, head bowed.

“If you’re working on your thesis, I can wait,” Feyre said quickly. She wanted to ask him, wanted to have it be done with, but at the same time, she didn’t want to ask him at all.

“No!” Rhys said, straightening to look at her. “Don’t leave. Save me from this torture.”

She laughed, but it sounded more nervous than it should have. “Okay. Um, what are you doing this Thursday?”

“Thursday? Nothing, why?”

“Do you want to go to a party with me?”

“What sort of party is on a Thursday?” he asked, confused.

“My sister’s wedding,” she said, and shoved the crumpled invitation at him.

He took the heavy floral-printed paper, and she talked as he read it. “It’s this Thursday, 12pm. I have a plus-one, and since Mor is gone visiting her girlfriend right now, I figured I’d ask you.”

“Feyre,” Rhys said slowly. “We’ve known about Mor’s plans for months. You’re bringing this up five days ahead of time. I don’t have an issue going, but I don’t want you to feel like you’re required to invite me.”

“I’m not!” she said hurriedly. “I wasn’t planning on bringing someone, especially with how small a wedding it is. It’s just that… well, my ex is friends with my sister’s fiance. And he’s going to be there with his… wife.” The woman he had cheated on her with. The woman her ex had insisted was just a friend, even when Feyre could tell that wasn’t true. The woman who had been terrible to Feyre since meeting her. The woman who had taken her engagement ring, her wedding, her life. “I don’t want to face them alone.” Her voice became quieter. “I don’t want him to think that I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over him. Especially with how things ended.”

Rhys hadn’t moved in yet when Feyre’s last relationship had ended with her ex’s infidelity, but she knew he had heard enough about it both from her and his cousin, their currently missing roommate. She just hoped it would be enough for him to take pity on her.

He gave her a reassuring smile. “Let me find my suit.”

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