* . ✧ fandom fam edits ♦︎ matthias helvar for @durmstrangs ♡
T H E L I F E Y O U L I V E, T H E H A T E Y O U F E E L – I T ’ S P O I S O N . I C A N D R I N K I T N O L O N G E R .
PJO ALPHABET EDIT MEME — a is for ANNABETH CHASE — you drool when you sleep.
CHAPTER. 01: I ACCIDENTALLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER.
A N N A L I G H T W O O D:
“Do you think he’s in love?” Anna said. “People can be awful when they’re in love.”
* info taken from anna’s official card.
* made for @meg-herondale
dykespeare-deactivated20181228
none of your faves are unproblematic. none of your friends or family are unproblematic. you are not unproblematic. there is literally no point during the process of learning about social justice type stuff and unlearning internalized bullshit and dismantling power systems at which you magically become enlightened and unproblematic. it does not exist. there is no tangible finish line, there is only endless, arduous work and it’s hard but it needs to be done.
Anonymous asked:
hey! which psd did you use on your mobile theme?
hey!! i’m sorry i’m answering this so late! it was a combination of psds by @/inspurations - i don’t remember which ones in particular i used though eek
“ no mourners. no funerals. among them, it passed for ’good luck.’ ”
― leigh bardugo
“ what would i know of family? my father sold me to the wild hunt. i do not know my mother. i have three dozen brothers, all of whom would gladly see me dead. mark, you are all i have. ”
― cassandra clare
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↳ requested by anon
doraelins-deactivated20200511
luminous genya, with her alabaster skin and g r a c e f u l hands. resilient genya, who had endured countless indignities and insults, but who always held her l o v e l y chin high. foolish genya, who had tried to be my friend, who had d a r e d to show me mercy.
(happy birthday, cari @zoyagenya ♡.) line art by cassandra jean.
neil josten / all for the game, nora sakavic
Scheming face, Inej murmured. Jesper nodded. Definitely.
I don’t realize it until I speak it. And it’s different from the times I’ve said it before, or the way I’ve hoped it, as if dreaming something enough could birth it into being. I know it now with a certainty that has fitted into the lost core at the heart of me, as hard and angular as my hope was soft and shimmering. The King will not have me.
“can you imagine a world where we’re free to be with each other?” “actually,” she replies after a pause, “I can.” “then take me there, Wren, please.” she answers, so quiet I barely hear it. “i will.”
"I’m not the S u n S u m m o n e r anymore. I’m not even A l i n a S t a r k o v .“
war doesn’t determine who’s right. war determines who remains.