something I like about Blue Sargent is that she’s so believably seventeen years old. she misses her mom and yearns to keep her friendships and also to pursue her future and grow. she insults her cousin to her face but loves and is very protective of her. she wears fingerless gloves to cemeteries to look cool even though she knows trying to look cool will bite her in the ass, she monologues about how if she opens her pink switchblade she’s sure she’ll cut herself as a sensible teen but also monologues about how she looves the idea of herself as a badass with a switchblade, and then she does indeed open it and cut herself and connects it to her emotional hurt. she’s both self-conscious and confident, and highly pretentious. She’s a one thousand year old condescending brat who wishes she was surrounded by fellow one thousand year old condescending brats at all times. she’s impulsive and idealistic and empathetic and sensible and stubborn and judgemental and curious and compassionate and playful and fiercely loving. she’s a fanciful sensible thing, she’s good but she’s not nice, she’s brave because she’s full of fear. I love her
ronan lynch so crazy he quite literally made a child out thin air so he could baby trap adam at 18 years old
rip kafka you would’ve loved big thief’s vampire empire
My favorite plot twist in trc was Ronan being an absolute fucking loser. Like wdym the stoic spontaneous bad boy listens to EDM and wants to be a farmer??? And people are SCARED of him??? Please.
reading fanfiction isn’t enough anymore, i need to cradle him safely inside my ribcage
Kaz Brekker invented love. in this essay i will-
when the leaves start changing colors and it’s looking like drop everything and move to vermont to join an elite major at snobby school before ultimately joining a cult and killing your friends
just finished the movie serendipity for the first time and now I’m obsessed with it, would anyone be interested in a wolfstar serendipity au if I started writing one?
She is 5 apples tall (at most)
love is buying your favorite chocolate out of habit cause i saw it at the store
(a short poem for a friend who will never know how dear she is to me. i’m sorry i don’t know how to tell you. i’ll have to hope the chocolate conveys what words never could)
sofia (they/them)dead wizards and a morbid longing for the picturesque
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