save gansey, save me

[inritum]

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

[ghostdog07]

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

[deathklaue]

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

[doryishness]

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

[victoriaringsinyourears]

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

[lenshade]

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

[themixedbagofwhat]

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

[wodkat]

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

[acstiel]

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

[juststrokemyglabella]

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

[adweeb-deactivated20160228]

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

[mydeadcarcass]

I WISHED FOR SNK MERCH THE FIRST TIME. I GOT A JACKET.

I WISHED FOR MY GIRLFRIEND THE SECOND TIME. I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.

[openyourthird-eye]

THIS WORKs I WISHED I WAS MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA AND GUESS WHAT GUYS IM MOVING TO NC IN AUGUST I PROMISE U IM NOT LYING

[ariya-art]

guys ok ur probably thinking that this is all just bs right? WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT I WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD CHAT ME AND HE DID AND IM FREAKING OUT not even kidding i swear on my grampas grave this works

[haihl-blog]

I love this it always works for me yey thank u shooting star :’)

[phoxae]

woah the notes let’s hope my wish comes true

[fem-usa]

I know my wish

[noodlekuki]

Well, here goes nothing.

[demonsdonothaveemotions-deactiv]

May my wish come true

[mitochonsrion-blog]

Reblogging this again, hope all my wishes come true 💘

[superspicy-deactivated20180722]

I wish otayuri canon 😌🙏

[arutinmy]

All my hopes up!

[thotenthusiast]

FRICKITY DICKITY I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WISH FOR

[oreowhiskers]

I wished to go to kinky boots and I’m going…

[thotenthusiast]

WAIT WHAT SMUGGLE ME IN YOUR SUITCASE

[misanthropicals]

hope my dog gets less sick and i grow taller

[imdeadnotstupid]

I WISH TO GET A LEAD IN MY SCHOOL MUSICAL!

[mikefaistdaily]

Didn’t want to just post every vid seperately, so here’s the goldmine that is Mike Faist’s old vine account.

[merryfates]

Non Quis, Sed Quid — Story by Maggie Stiefvater

She’d been dating the demon for about a year. No, maybe not a year. Maybe eight months. Her father told her once there was a big difference between eight months and a year. If you were told you were going to die in a year, he said, and Death knocked on your door in eight months, don’t you think you’d be a little put off?

So, maybe eight months.

He hadn’t said he was a demon when they first met. She’d just assumed. He drove a black-on-black-on-sulphur-on-more-black Harley bike, which wasn’t particularly demonic on its own, even with the eerie little silver wide-open eye sticker on the fender. But he also had great black tattoos creeping down the back of his neck, clinging to each knob on his spine, and more tats knifing over his left shoulder. He had a baby knife curved like the claw of a raptor hidden in the lining of his boot and he had a habit of shouldering people out of his way. He also spit and hissed when things surprised him, like she had.

When she said, you’re a demon, he’d smiled at her, and asked her out for dinner. Eight months ago. Maybe a year.

He had habits that were not necessarily associated with being a demon but also weren’t particularly associated with being human either. He sucked the insides out of fruit — lemons were his favorite, but he’d settle for limes or oranges or pomegranates if he couldn’t get lemons. That was all he ate, with the notable exception of Nerds candy, which he consumed chiefly after sex. He liked to lick his palm if he knew he was going to be meeting someone new; she was well acquainted with the smile that he wore when he shook hands. The demon called anyone in a business suit the ruling class and he keyed BMWs. He sprinkled salt around the toilet and the bathtub and the sinks and the pitiful water feature in her garden. He hissed Latin to her in bed while he locked her to the mattress, his hands cuffs over her wrists. He loved insects. He rescued spiders from the house and redirected earwigs and also sometimes made ants fight each other on the sidewalk. Love from the demon sometimes just meant attention.

Four months in, she took him to meet her grandmother, because she liked to shock her grandmother, and the demon drove them to her favorite restaurant. Her grandmother said, why does he have to drive like a demon all the time? There’s no fire. Oh, he replied, but there is. He shook grandmother’s hand without licking his palm first. This pleased the demon’s girlfriend.

They made a good pair, she and the demon. She’d never dated anyone for more than a few weeks before him. He was a good influence on her sleep and work habits. The demon asked her why she hadn’t stolen any cars since the day they’d met. She said she wasn’t car thief, she’d just happened to be stealing a car when he met her. Which wasn’t the same thing. You had to do something most of the time, she said, in order for it to define you.

He asked her why she called him a demon then. And he licked his palm, because they had a party to go to that night.

She said, because you sure as hell aren’t an angel.

The demon wasn’t good at holding down jobs. He got into arguments over arbitrary rules, he misplaced paperwork, and he stood on his desk and shouted anarchyanarchyanarchy. He would crawl home after being sacked, conciliatory but not guilty, and wait for her to pet his hair and tell him that he was in the right, or at least, if not in the right, that she worshiped him, or if not worshiped all of him, at least certain parts of him.

Her mother lived in fear that they would get married. Her father said, for that, he’d have to enter a church. Still, they didn’t know that the demon brought home rings to his girlfriend all the time. He’d lay next to her in bed, sliding them onto her fingers, fat, ugly ones, thin, pretty ones, rings studded with jewels and rings engraved with someone else’s initials, and he’d whisper about the women whose fingers he’d cut off to bring them to her.

Later, she’d find the jewelry store bags in the trash can in the bathroom.

Plants didn’t like the demon; she hadn’t been able to keep one alive in the house since she’d begun dating him. She asked him to replace them, after they’d died, but he would merely look at the half dead vines and snarl at them. Snarl was perhaps too light a term. It was something that started too low for human ears to hear and tickled all the hairs on her neck to attention and made the dogs next door go crazy with whimpering before he was done. Then she’d just buy another plant herself.

One day he said, we’ve been together a year now. She said, eight months. He said the devil is in the details and then he asked her if she was afraid of him. He added, before she could reply, that he had eaten his last girlfriend alive until even her blood cried on the tile. She said, that’s funny, that’s what happened to my last boyfriend as well. The demon smiled then, and he took her palm and licked it.

“Time to meet the family,” he said.

__________________

story originally posted September 6, 2010

image by shane gorski

[maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20]

eventually I will run out of favorite short stories and have to repost UNfavorite short stories to Merry Sisters of Fate, but until then, the favorites continue.

[imdeadnotstupid]

the raven cycle aesthetic

[maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20]

dear stiefvater: has the fandom ever influenced the outcomes or the way things are presented in your novels, or have you always stuck to what you had originally planned? urs, chelsea.

Dear pynchism/chelsea,

As a commercial writer, I learn a lot from reader reaction, but only in between projects (a series counts as one project in this case), i.e. when a thing is done, I take a look at reactions to see how it landed and if I did what I hoped to accomplish. I do not do a similar reader-check while a project is in progress, because that is the way to both madness and a diluted, anemic series or novel.

This is how I try to write.

urs,

Stiefvater

[maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20]

Today is Slytherin Pride day. We all know you are a Slytherin how are you showing your Pride?

Dear sarah-irwin,

urs,

Stiefvater

[maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20]

adams a slytherin?¿

Dear manicpixidreamer,

Never has the sorting hat been so sure as Adam in Slytherin.

Adam - Slytherin (arm-eating ambition, strategic connective tissues, friends as assets, assets as friends)

Ronan - Gryffindor (look below the posturing, my friends, when does he really risk himself? for others also rah rah Team Principles Let’s Go Team)

Noah - Hufflepuff (blink182 sticker on a brand new mustang and petting Blue’s hair where else would he go)

Blue - Ravenclaw (because she wants to find Something More and is described by Gansey as credulous and curious; her quest is about who she is in the world)

Gansey - Gryffindor (because he wants to BE Something More and always puts his questing in the backseat when other people’s welfare is on the line; his quest is about who he is to people)

Kavinsky - burn burn burn

Henry - Ravenclaw (allegiance to knowledge only, quick and curious, peaceable and think-outside-the-box)

tl;dr I’m right because I’m the boss and I make the rules fight me but prepare to suffer for it because I’m a Slytherin myself etc.

urs,

Stiefvater

[imdeadnotstupid]

I wish you could be kissed

[imdeadnotstupid]

Blue: My ghost, where'd you go?

Noah: I'm right here!

[imdeadnotstupid]

If you could be kissed, Jane.

If Blue’s so called curse was broken, and Gansey wasn’t dead.

Imagine this.

Blue sat on the thin sheet that Gansey had laid out in front of her, as she watched the remaining lights in the sky go out, like lightbulbs. She was instantly surrounded by billions of stars, as she stared up into the sky, hugging her knees to the chest.

Gansey was the first to break the silence. “Jane?”

“Mhm?”

“Remenber when I wished you could be kissed?”

“Of course.” Blue replied, looking down from the skies. Her gaze met Gansey’s, as she felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach.

“I told you, that I wished you could be kissed.” He muttered, inching closer. “Under all this.”

“That was a promise, Jane.”

Blue was so glad that she could be kissed.

So glad.

[imdeadnotstupid]

Gansey: A few months ago, my best friend, Noah Czerny was proclaimed dead....

Noah: I know I'm a ghost, but quit telling everyone that I don't exist!

Gansey: Sometimes, If I listen really carefully, I can still hear his voice...

[imdeadnotstupid]

Greenmantle: Fuck that Blue girl!

Gansey: I'm trying !

Greenmantle: What

[imdeadnotstupid]

Blue: I need someone to call me at midnight just to listen to my voice, someone who will love me even though I’m cursed, and someone who would be willing to take the risk of just one kiss, just one.

Gansey: Hello.

Gansey: It's me

[imdeadnotstupid]

That moment when Gansey is actually dying, and Blue and the raven boys hover around him. Blue crouches down to Gansey almost dying figure, and she can barely speak.

“Gansey.” She manages to choke out, before bowing her head. “You’re such an idiot.” She says half laughing, half crying.

Gansey just looks up at her with his eyelids half shut, and he chuckles.

“I know.”

And then he’s gone.

All you can hear are the ravens crying from above.

[imdeadnotstupid]

blue sargent the magnifying glass that focuses the sun

Instagram: schreavestalker

[maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20]

Is there any chance of us one day learning Ronan, Blue, Noah and Adam's middle names?

Dear spideysdaddies,

Ronan Niall Lynch

Blue af Sargent

Noah Nooooooooo Czerny

Adam Lizard Son Parrish

urs,

Stiefvater

[imdeadnotstupid]

Gansey: *dies*

Blue: I swear dick gansey III if you don't come back to life right now I'll whack your car with a golf club

Gansey: OkAy okAy iM not DyIng

okAy