yeah it's a word

nyolofinwe  asked:

fingolfin for the shuffle meme? :0

it’s too late to say you’re sorry, say you’re sorry still
i stepped out with heavy heart to bail you out again


He’s shaking; maybe from the cold (he will always carry The Ice with him now) or maybe it’s from the laughter that presses against the back of his teeth like a scream. It tastes like blood in his mouth and as he parts cracked lips it spills out of his like a poison, black and hot and uncontrollable.

Fëanaro is dead.

Of course of course, the thought runs mad through his mind and the tears freeze to his cheeks, the corners of his eyes, jewels clumped in his lashes. You always had to have the final word, didn’t you brother?

I have a fever again so I may not be reading this right, but does anyone else think this summary is one of the most disjointed they’ve ever read? like, the sentences just seem thrown together without any thought toward coherency
granted, Goodreads can be edited by librarians who are simply readers or reviewers, but if this was written by the publisher (and I think it was, but don’t quote me on that)…? I don’t…????
also, who wants to make a bet for how smutty this book will be: pre-fae sj/m, or post-fae sj/m?

headband tae??? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

(ref cr. mbc)

I love that God is canonically bisexual.


More Women than Warriors by @steklir  (moodboard)

“The first time Clarke sees the Head Girl she’s sitting on a throne, presiding over her dominion with a piercing stare and a crown of braids in her hair. Her warriors are spread at her feet, a multitude of them, all long-haired and wild and clad in identical brown regalia. There’s something of the sacred about her, like the crimson cloak draped across her shoulders and her divinity are one and the same.

Or at least it feels that way”

British girls’ boarding school AU. Obviously.

The first and last words of each song on 1989.
  • Welcome To New York: walking through york
  • Blank Space: nice name
  • Style: midnight style
  • Out of the Woods: looking good
  • All You Had to Do Was Stay: people stay
  • Shake It Off: I shake
  • I Wish You Would: it's back around
  • Bad Blood: 'cause hey
  • Wildest Dreams: he said pretend
  • How You Get the Girl: stand the girl
  • This Love: clear to me
  • I Know Places: you stand with me
  • Clean: the drought was clean
  • Wonderland: flashing in wonderland
  • You Are In Love: one love
  • New Romantics: we're free

anonymous asked:

I feel like you haven’t had sex before or something because some of your reactinons aren't very realistic. If you're unexperienced why even bother writing?

Although I’m not comfortable with revealing the extent of my experience on here so publicly, I feel as though a lot of people hold a similar mindset and it’s something that I know holds a lot of potential writers back. So therefore to validate your assumption, no I have not. I don’t think you personally need to have experience to write what is categorized under as fan fiction despite it’s mature content. If you have the drive and desire to write, write. Regardless of what it is and whether you think you can follow through with it well, be it lack of personal experience or just underestimating your writing ability. That being said, yes, while I understand that my lack of experience might at times reflect in the reactions I write, I’m not simply going to stop writing. There’s a fine line between constructive criticism and outright discouragement and negativity. I appreciate you pointing out that my reactions may sometimes lack in being realistic as that is something I have been working on but saying I should stop writing is going too far. I’ve already seen how toxic Tumblr can be and quite frankly, I don’t want that negativity on my blog so please refrain from sending similar anons to me ever again, to anyone. It’s just downright rude and negative in every sense. 

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’s all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’m not jealous
because we’ve never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame - not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ve told
us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “print her, print her, she’s mad but she’s
magic. there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’t help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.
—  Charles Bukowski, An Almost Made Up Poem

ok listen, captain flint/james mcgraw was john silver’s backstory. he is the person that made him who he is. he says he was no one because he believes that to be true. he believes that he was ‘nothing’ before flint. his past wasn’t important, it wasnt what defined him. silver didn’t have a cause before he met him. until flint gave it to him, he had no story. in the same way flint had no story before thomas. no story worth telling, no story worth fighting for. so cant you see it? silver not telling flint his past wasn’t because he didn’t trust him. not because he didn’t love him. it was because flint was his beginning. he was where his war began. and how do you tell someone that? how would james tell thomas that he is the reason for all of it. how would silver tell flint that not only is he fighting for madi, but he is also fighting for him.


yerin and sinb’s waves

me, when i have a slightly better day than normal: and i also want to thank michael arden for not directing word of your body (reprise) as comedic, bless you 


Oh my gosh, this took long xD Slow computer and slow internet don’t work well that answering through my inbox s u c k s

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