Booklover-sleeplover - Really Obsessed About Everything.

I Just spend 30 minutes trying to find a movie for my mom, just so i could find out it was the Doctor Who episode where he meets Shakespeare she accidentally whatched with me.

I love lying down on my bed, but there is nothing like lying on the floor and crying

Shadowhunter wedding vows:

“Love flashes out like fire, the brightest kind of flame many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it. Now place me as a seal over thine heart, as a seal over thine arm: for love is strong as death. And so we are bound: stronger than flame, stronger than water, stronger than death itself”.

“I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” to “all along there was some invisible string tying you to me” to “what if I told you none of it was accidental?”

like ok it was an accident. never mind there was a mystical force behind it. ok fine it was me this whole time.

Shit Just got real

“Vasilisa The Beautiful”

Lucie Herondale’s fairytale in “All the stories are true” by @cassandraclare and @cassandrajp

Vasilisa at the Hut of Baba Yaga, by Ivan Bilibin

By his first wife, a merchant had a single daughter, who was known as Vasilisa the Beautiful. When the girl was eight years old, her mother died. On her deathbed, she gave Vasilisa a tiny wooden doll with instructions to give it a little to eat and a little to drink if she were in need, and then it would help her. As soon as her mother died, Vasilisa gave it a little to drink and a little to eat, and it comforted her.

After a time, her father remarried; the new wife was a widow with two daughters of her-own from her previous marriage. Vasilisa's step-mother was very cruel to her, as-were Valilisa's step-sisters, but with the help of the doll, Vasilisa was always able to perform all the tasks imposed on her. When Vasilisa came-of-age and young men came trying to woo her, the step-mother rejected them all on the pretense that it was not proper for younger girls to marry before the older girls, and none of the suitors wished to marry Vasilisa's step-sisters.

One day the merchant had to embark on a journey. His wife sold the house and moved them all to a gloomy hut by the forest. One day she gave each of the girls a task and put out all the fires except a single candle. Her older daughter then put out the candle, whereupon they sent Vasilisa to fetch light from Baba Yaga's hut. The doll advised her to go, and she went. While she was walking, a mysterious man rode by her in the hours before dawn, dressed in white, riding a white horse whose equipment was all white; then a similar rider in red. She came to a house that stood on chicken legs and was walled by a fence made of human bones. A black rider, like the white and red riders, rode past her, and night fell, whereupon the eye sockets of the skulls began to glow. Vasilisa was too frightened to run away, and so Baba Yaga found her when she arrived in her giant, flying mortar.

Baba Yaga said that Vasilisa must perform tasks to earn the fire, or be killed. She was to clean the house and yard, wash Baba Yaga's laundry, and cook her a meal. She was also required to separate grains of rotten corn from sound corn, and separate poppy seeds from grains of soil. Baba Yaga left, and Vasilisa despaired, as she worked herself into exhaustion. When all hope of completing the tasks seemed lost, the doll whispered that she would complete the tasks for Vasilisa, and that the girl should sleep.

At dawn, the white rider passed; at or before noon, the red. As the black rider rode past, Baba Yaga returned and could complain of nothing. She bade three pairs of disembodied hands seize the corn to squeeze the oil from it, then asked Vasilisa if she had any questions.

Vasilisa asked about the riders' identities and was told that the white one was Day, the red one the Sun, and the black one Night. But when Vasilisa thought of asking about the disembodied hands, the doll quivered in her pocket. Vasilisa realized she should not ask, and told Baba Yaga she had no further questions. In return, Baba Yaga enquired as to the cause of Vasilisa's success. On hearing the answer "by my mother's blessing", Baba Yaga, who wanted nobody with any kind of blessing in her presence, threw Vasilisa out of her house, and sent her home with a skull-lantern full of burning coals, to provide light for her step-family.

Upon her return, Vasilisa found that, since sending her out on her task, her step-family had been unable to light any candles or fire in their home. Even lamps and candles that might be brought in from outside were useless for the purpose, as all were snuffed out the second they were carried over the threshold. The coals brought in the skull-lantern burned Vasilisa's stepmother and stepsisters to ashes, and Vasilisa buried the skull according to its instructions, so no person would ever be harmed by it.

Later, Vasilisa became an assistant to a maker of cloth in Russia's capital city, where she became so skilled at her work that the Tsar himself noticed her skill; he later married Vasilisa.

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MY OTP

Hope and Landon in bed.

When your weird obssession has become apparent to everyone but you just don't c are because this is so FREAKING AWESOME!!!! Thank you!!😁😁

A Hope x Landon board I made and am dedicating to @booklover-sleeplover who I’ve noticed has liked a lot of my post and also has a really cool blog and loves Handon.