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doing things at the right age is literally a made up concept. you can start/pursue anything at any age. btw.
remember remember
Favorite Otps/Pairings: Colin Shea & Ally Darling (What's Your Number) “There's no contest. You're the most decent guy I've ever met. I think I love you, 21. I love you, too."
The most wild thing about Cassian’s feral and constant defence of anything Rhysand is that it could be such a beautiful pain rather than a confusing annoyance.
Like I love “MMC who only thinks about FMC” as much as the next person but why wasn’t Cassian allowed a SHRED of character development.
What if every time Nesta says something bad about Rhys it’s like a barely healed over scab ripping open beneath her nails. The agony of 50 years, half a century without his brother. The loss barely healed before war comes, the time never enough. Distant, they’ve still been so impossibly distant. In the same room laughing and drinking whiskey but minds entirely occupied with their own personal destruction and salvation, both bearing the name Archeron. They haven’t even had a single good day, a single complete day, where one of them wasnt heartbroken or war wasn’t beating down their door.
And the entire cauldron-damned time he was quelling rebellion in Illyria it was all he heard. Insults for the brother who gave everything to save them. Again and again, his whole life Cassian has had to fight and punch and bloody in defence of his brother. It’s instinct. He didn’t even think, lashing out with words as if his mate was Devlon. And he regretted it. Of course, the second the words left his mouth he regretted them, but … it was true, wasn’t it. In a sense, in a horrible way.
Everyone did hate Nesta.
Not the female herself, he knew, but what she reminded them of. She wore her trauma on her sleeve while they all choked and gargled on the blood still staining their hands and everyone hated her for it. Mor most of all, he guessed. An open wound, refusing to shut. It was why she was here. Why they were both here.
Fuck the money. Fuck the liquor and sex. It was the pain. The empty spot at the dining table, the aching absence in the pictures on the walls. They … well, he and Feyre, really, couldn’t stand her absence but her presence was nothing but a mirror. Reflecting everything still inside of them. Broken and raging and screaming insults at anyone who dared speak ill of his brother.
Habit, instinct, to lash out when one he loved was insulted.
He hated Nesta for hating Rhys. And he hated Rhys for hating Nesta.
Because what, in the almighty fuck, was he supposed to do with that?
When he loved them both so much.
Just because the days are repetitive at the moment, it does not mean you are not still making progress. You are not wasting your life. You still have time.
god i really fucking love the fated mates trope, i can't lie. there's something so beautiful about fate or the deity of the world crafting you and another person to be the perfect complement to one another. your souls knew one another before you even met. the universe saw everything you could ever be and then found someone to be the counterpart to all of those. it makes me imagine the creation of the characters from the "deity" or from "fate" as being so involved and caring. aligning characters like matching pieces of broken glass together, or sewing together two pieces of fabric. every jagged piece or hole or pattern or stitch is made for you to be with someone who can love you for all of those flaws and faults. that will always, always be beautiful to me.
Speak to yourself softly. Even when you are burning and all you want to do is tear it all down, you deserve kindness.
It’s annoying but the way you improve yourself is one tiny thing at a time
You can’t realistically stop all of your bad habits at once. So like. Pick one. Pick one thing in your life to work on. Eating slightly more vegetables or being slightly nicer to your coworkers or reducing the amount you drink. Something. And once that’s easy try something else.
you are constantly changing. you are allowed to not identify as who you used to be if it no longer represents you.
you’re allowed to take up space. you’re allowed to have fun. you’re allowed to live freely and deliciously. you’re allowed to live now.
my trick for getting through grad school is learning to navigate the quadrants with all their nuances
people really underestimate the importance of mastering that bottom right. quitting things is a skill! it can improve your life and open up new opportunities! add it to your arsenal today
The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.
- Mark Twain
True love goes beyond just feelings and physical attraction.