Ivaniacornio

Hey! Mi nombre es Ivania , soy una escritora en proceso (en realidad muchísimo proceso) , lectora empedernida , fangirl sobresaliente (por no decir loca maniática obsesiva de hombres ficticios) y una estudiante de aprendizaje moderado (en realidad paso tres cuartos de mi tiempo durmiendo). Me he pasado la vida entre las páginas de los libros escapando de la realidad y tratando de poner todas las locas ideas de mi cabeza en una sola historia , bueno , en varias historias. Disfruto las largas siestas donde te despiertas sin saber en que año te encuentras , escuchar música hasta quedarme dormida , comer galones de helado en un día y consumir cafeína hasta que considero que estoy en un plano existencial superior al promedio. Nadie dijo que fuera sana , pero hasta el momento sigo viva , así que debo estar haciendo algo bien.

[wildeflowur]

💕Types of boys💕:

I always see these posts but I’ve never seen one about boys so I decided to make one!! 💕💕

Sunrise boys: sitting on the rooftop at dawn, eyes that are always bright, slumber parties full of laughs, taking pictures with the flash on

Stained glass boys: open curtains, centuries old buildings, watercolor paintings, dragon wings

Lemonade boys: the reflection of light on water, burying your feet in the sand, iced tea, backwards hats

Log cabin boys: fireplaces, warm hugs, soft flannels, baking cookies perfectly

Lavender boys: fuzzy blankets, waking up in the morning without an alarm, foggy days, cappuccinos with fancy designs

Constellation boys: freckles, holographic highlighter, going on late night drives, walking barefoot on concrete

Moonlight boys: dried roses, the color of the sky during dusk, handwritten notes, dancing in the kitchen at 2 am

Peach boys: juice boxes, the feeling of sunlight hitting your skin, thrift stores, taking pictures with friends

Thunderstorm boys: watching the raindrops roll down the car window, oversized hoodies, pink cheeks and nose from the wind, passion

Asphalt boys: the wind in your face while riding your skateboard, comfortable silence, scraped knees and knuckles, trusting few but trusting them with your life

[fairest-star]

oh, the girls of moonlight, with their witchcraft books, dark hair and black dresses, sitting outside in a full moon just to watch their queen rise, on her full glory. they have notebooks full of drawings of the creatures of the shadows, and they protect them with spells casted under the night sky.

oh, the girls of sunrise, whispering softly in your ear as you wake up, with they sleep-drunk smiles. their blond hair and pink lips lighted by the delicate sun of the first hours of the day, the smell of fresh coffee and bread in their kitchen, and all of the calmness of the dawn are in their souls.

oh, the girls of noon, eating in fancy restaurants in lunch time, waiting to go back to work as they look through the window, thinking about the electricity and tiredness of the city. they have a nude lipstick on while reading a science book, and their jazz are louder as the sun shines brighter, peaked on the sky.

oh, the girls of the sunset, with their kind yet angry eyes, watching the pink and orange color the world. they write poems about non-lived romances and wishes for the day they will be real. old indie plays on their cellphones as the sun goes down, and the golden of the world lift up their souls like god lifts up humanity.

[sourdiesel]

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.

[bluexgreen28]

Fanfic websites

Wattpad: smut but for the younger kids. (+ An unholy amount of one direction bad boy fics)

Ao3: gay, Gay, GAY AND MORE GAY with a spice of angst and smut (weirdly professional too)

Fanfiction.net: I... think my mom used this site at one point... (holy shit, is this quality content?)

Tumblr: how much more smut before getting demonetized..? (Mwahaha THE WORLD IS GAY!)

Quotev: WHY SO MANY STRAIGHT FICS!!! AHHHHHH HELP ME!!! (Is this a quiz?)

[wlwaas]

- I don’t know, I don’t really have a type.

- That’s not possible.

- Exactly, everybody’s got a type.

[a-mood-an-aesthetic]

Types of people - oceans

Requested by @la-mort-dans-l-ame

Pacific - feels everything everything far too completely, larger than life, every c is pronounced differently and I just needed to work that in, quirky, has a short temper

Atlantic - very open minded, a kind soul, loves bringing people together, tries to act bigger than they are, really a shy bean, hufflepuff, is actually the most dangerous one tho

Indian - quite closed off, amazing friend, very private person, doesn’t like social media, way more important than they realise, Bengal tiger sharks, those exist., the quietest voice

Southern - argumentative af, likes their space, constantly involved in some form of drama, can be really mean, the cleanest ocean, pollution isn’t cool my dudes, young and naive

Arctic - the baby of the friend group, protect them at all costs, probably really short, some disrespectful hoes think they’re only a sea, won’t stand for this kind of disrespect

They are literally all hella polluted, try to reduce your plastic use as much as possible

[harry-leroy]

Edgar!

Thank you so much for the ask, Macy! I always love to talk about my son hehehe. I’m going to tag @princess-of-france too if she’s interested! (I know it’s been a while since we’ve done King Lear stuff on here…) 

do I like them:

My darling angel boy I love him to the moon and back 

5 good qualities:

independent, artistic, empathetic, gentle (but absolutely feral when he needs to be), honest 

3 bad qualities:

paranoid, superiority/inferiority complex, misanthropic 

favourite episode/etc:

I adore him in King Lear, and in L.E.A.R. I’m having to do some fixing with TEP, (which is why I haven’t been posting about it, but I haven’t forgotten it!) 

otp:

Edgar x Albany (otp: where have you hid yourself? - these two absolutely need one another, especially post-play, and there is so much that they can learn from one another. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop crying about these two). 

Edgar x Cordelia (otp: thou dearest best of men - [get ready for my TEP headcanons:] I like to think of them as England’s hope. They were going to pull the country out of the mess that Lear inherited, the mess that he made worse, they were going to make it better. That’s what they wanted, but God knows it would’ve never worked. These two take notes from one another in their actions, and it’s what ends up destroying them. Cordelia takes a stand against Lear after Edgar tried it all those years ago. Edgar sees Cordelia in armor and decides it’s time to take justice on the wrongdoings of his brother. And back in King Lear land [from the actual play] - I’d argue that Edgar’s first step into civilization after running away is joining Cordelia’s army. He comes back to the world for her, and guess who’s on the other side? Albany - the man he thought he could trust, and you can bet that drives an immovable wedge between them.) 

brotp:

Edgar x Edmund (do they destroy each other? Absolutely, but your Gloucester family sitcom idea has restored my faith in humanity and I’m going to write it one of these days watch me >-<) 

ot3:

Edgar x King Lear x The Fool (aka: your favorite pals to spend time with while braving out a storm - no but really, at this point in the play, everything is getting displaced, and Edgar (of all people) replaces the fool in this filial relationship and it’s just one more odd pairing that makes the night even more chaotic.) 

notp:

Edgar x Goneril (lol we were talking about this a whillleee back - it’s been 5ever since I’ve written for this play - but these two definitely have some things in common, and Edgar totally drives a wedge between her already struggling marriage with Albany - and he drives a wedge between her affair with Edmund. I could see her taking agency to hurt him in some way after she’s been so hurt all her life. She knows he’d never blame her, and I don’t know if she would be able to bring herself to do it.) 

best quote(s):

“He sent me to Princeton to find myself. But it was a waste of time and a colossal waste of money because you can’t find what doesn’t exist. I was hollow. I was air. I was nothing, so I found nothing.” - Edgar; L.E.A.R. (Act I) - (by the lovely @princess-of-france - the word ‘nothing’ is so powerful in King Lear and Claire has done such a wonderful job with Edgar’s character, pairing him with Albany was perhaps one of the most heartbreaking and yet most perfect ideas I’ve ever had the privilege of coming across. Hope you don’t mind me using your quote, Claire, but it’s so perfect for our darling Edgar.) 

“Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits.” - Edgar; King Lear (4.1.) - (I believe that this is the one time in the play that the word ‘scared’ is said, and to hear it now, from Edgar, looking at his blinded father, who has no idea who he is, that is powerful. It’s such a raw moment, because it’s not really Tom talking in the moment, it’s Edgar. Edgar is scared out of his good wits. He’s absolutely terrified. What on earth has happened to his father? Who did this? Why did they do this? He can do nothing but stare and hope for an answer. He’s absolutely powerless.) 

head canon:

Get ready for angst, kids. 

Edmund’s (especially before he joined the army) was prone to fainting when exposed to too much physical or even emotional pain. It was  delicate constitution he got from his mother, and he hated it. He got picked on by the other boys at school. He got called weak, and Edmund is anything but weak. Edgar, on the other hand, has never fainted before in his life. He’s incredibly strong, given the sometimes fragile state of his mind. His breaking point is wayyy past the normal person’s breaking point, and sometimes Edgar wishes that he could just drop out and have his body tell him to let go. 

[pistaschio]

The Seven Light & Their Master. 

K N I G H T S   O F    R E N 

[brieflygorgeouss]

overturn the violence

Pushing people away is easy. Keeping everyone at arm’s length, staying away from the touch. Andrew avoids physical contact when he can, reacts when it inevitably happens, lets the violence curling in his veins snap like a rubber band. It’s something that needs to be done. Something Andrew does. Not a habit, but a mechanism — it hasn’t been under his skin from the begging, but it surfaced eventually, right in the middle of every sordid thing Andrew’s been through and at the end of them all, too.

People look at Andrew and see brutality, think of him and picture a fight, a pattern of defend, push back, stay away, and Andrew doesn’t care about it enough to correct them. It is a fair point to make, with everything he’s done and everything he’s capable of.

There are very few people who look at him and see something else, something more. One person in particular.

Seguir leyendo

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Ghost Boy

[0517pm]

types of people as greek mythology characters I

aphrodite: seashells, a rose petal trying not to fall, the sigh of your loved ones, a cold coke in your hand, heart shaped sunglasses, walking on the shore of the sea, silk against your skin, whispers, yawns, bees, birds chirping, golden light, laying on the sand, loving yourself, caramel apple, sunkissed.

athena: time slipping through your fingers, staying up so late you hear owls hoot, the longest chess game, frustration, the taste of metal, angry frown, piles of old dusty books, dead plants, believing you are dumb but being actually the most intelligent person ever, playing chess on your own, ambition.

artemis: the wild, howling at the moon along with the wolves, running barefoot, the smell of wood, silence, loving nature and animals, isolating yourself, keeping an old toy you used to play with when you were younger, a swing, beetles, helpful, following the moon fases, being deeply in love with the forest.

persephone: always trying to improve herself, feeling as if you were not enough, falling in love with the things that are the oppsite of you, baking, radiant, never doing what people expect you to do, a picnic basket full of apples and peaches, flower crowns, independent and soft, cheek kisses, spring, blooming.

demeter: wet matches, obsessive about unimportant things, playing with your hair, the sun, always ready for a meal, silverware, riding a horse throughout the golden fields, cookies, the wind against your face, honey, a big hat decorated with flowers on your head, brushing your hair in the sun on a summer evening

hera: going to free museums, marble, loyalty, believing being in love is your weakness, minimalism, empty tea pots, white roses, good advises, travelling all around the world, roller skates in your bag, appreciating art, a message in a bottle waiting to be read, maturity and responsibility.

hestia: unmatched socks, vintage video games, timid, making the best presents, purple and red, coffee with lots of milk, trying to understand people, philosophical questions, writing love letters that will never be sent, wax, hearing the fire crackling and getting your sight lost in the flames.

[0517pm]

types of people as greek mythology characters II

ares: metal chains, a cigarrette hanging from your fingers, jet black sunglasses, winks, crying loudly, the smell of the campfire, intelligent although everyone believes they are dumb, watching the orange gloom of pollution at 4 am in the city, side smiles, ambition.

hades: hand kisses, side looks, wearing too many pairs of socks, cold, understanding love, silence and serenity, looking sad and feeling low, crying while being angry, hands on the chest, falling in love heavily, creating a wall for people to not hurt you, looking through a window while light rain hits the glass, half light.

poseidon: wrath, feeling the ground trembling at your feet, the waves hitting the cliffs, strong temperament, stormy, competitiveness, playing chess on your own, reclusive, feeling you don’t spend enough time with the people you love, hoping time passes by fast, not wanting to grow up, being as mysterious as the ocean.

zeus: dark circles under the eyes for reading too much, falling in love easily, pride, stadium lights, the darkness right before the sunrise, your breath drawing in the air as a white cloud, fog, cold stone, being both an intellectual and an athlete, poor self esteem, always comparing to others, creation.

hermes: easy laughing, mischievous, whispered secrets, having lots of friends, feeling as if you were a toxic person, the trees dancing with the wind, a bird chirping at night, the sound of the water running, having the trust of people, a brief silence interrupted, nature, knowing.

hephaestus: taste of metal, rough hands, a computer running slow, the glow of the fire, sharp eyes, burns, unloveness, looking tough but being actually very sensitive, long showers with water so hot the air turns to mist, old films, making special gifts for your loved ones, ill-feeling.

apollo: the Sun, marble, the moment you realize you have fallen in love, music, flowers in the holes of your ripped jeans, neck kisses, reciting poems aloud, sculptures, petting, laying in the green grass next to a lake and sunbathing, walking arm in arm with your lover through a sweet village in Italy, intense, suffocating.

[poetic-distortions]

" h o l l o w "

[knbpoetry]

“This demon

Doesn’t walk in my shadows.

No,

It wraps its self around me

And shoves its tongue down my throat,

Forcing me to never forget

The taste of my tears that night.

It runs its fingers through my hair

And pulls my head back,

Forcing me to hear continuously,

The sound of my screams that night.”

-K.N.B.

[ivaniacornio]

When I tell you that i’m done its cause im on my limit, not for you to push even further with fake trust.

Ivaniacornio

[fairest-star]

oh, the girls of moonlight, with their witchcraft books, dark hair and black dresses, sitting outside in a full moon just to watch their queen rise, on her full glory. they have notebooks full of drawings of the creatures of the shadows, and they protect them with spells casted under the night sky.

oh, the girls of sunrise, whispering softly in your ear as you wake up, with they sleep-drunk smiles. their blond hair and pink lips lighted by the delicate sun of the first hours of the day, the smell of fresh coffee and bread in their kitchen, and all of the calmness of the dawn are in their souls.

oh, the girls of noon, eating in fancy restaurants in lunch time, waiting to go back to work as they look through the window, thinking about the electricity and tiredness of the city. they have a nude lipstick on while reading a science book, and their jazz are louder as the sun shines brighter, peaked on the sky.

oh, the girls of the sunset, with their kind yet angry eyes, watching the pink and orange color the world. they write poems about non-lived romances and wishes for the day they will be real. old indie plays on their cellphones as the sun goes down, and the golden of the world lift up their souls like god lifts up humanity.

[ivaniacornio]

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