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Misha. 19. Wring magic out of the ordinary.

[drewtanakagf]

"look, i didn't want to be a half-blood"

[daisybrekker]

Just wanted to make a post contradicting all of the antis and their mockery of us about the recent leaks...

*HOSAB SPOILERS AHEAD*

"Elain smells like jasmine and honey, not bread and roses." - We're not saying that Bryce could smell Elain's scent, but most likely the evidence of her hobbies.

"Why would Rhys give Elain & Azriel the townhouse if he told Azriel to stay away from her?" - Because it's highly likely that the events of ACOTAR5 (and maybe whole ACOTAR series) have already happened and that the whole love drama has been sorted out.

"How are you so sure it's the town house and not the House of Wind or somewhere else?" - I don't have to say anything because this post by @psychee92 explains everything perfectly.

"SJM wouldn't put anything important about ACOTAR in a completely different series." - As if SJM didn't hint at Feyre's pregnancy when Aelin was flying through the worlds in TOG...

"Azriel's shadows are gone because he didn't want to scare Bryce!" - Sorry to break it to you, but the guy literally hissed at her.

"Why would SJM give Elriel so much off-page development like them sharing a house?" - We never said that ACOTAR5 will start off where CC2 ended, did we? We're simply saying that it could be a hint for the future to come therefore we will see all the events leading up to Bryce's appearance in the ACOTAR world. Also, this post by @silverlinedeyes explains why time travel may be possible in the books.

"Elain wants nothing to do with daggers or violence." - 100% correct! The King of Hybern's death was caused by a heart attack when he saw Elain's beauty obviously. Definitely not a certain shadowsinger's prized dagger.

"Gwyn is connected to Gwydion because they both have similar names." - Well, I'm guessing that Elain is Aelin's long lost cousin since they have the same letters in their names, right?

[altargrl]

i have 2 phDs in psychoanalyzing my mother

[phaseme-out]

I am a shell, an empty husk that has long been devoid of life. I used to be so full of it. I used to read and read until my eyelids grew too heavy to hold up. i was Dante’s inferno, devouring every book in sight. I used to dream about being able to read every single book at the library. then I wanted to write so that someday, someone would be comforted by my words the same way I comforted by someone else’s. i thought if even one person felt the same way as me, then it would all be worth it. I wrote and wrote, and ended up with fanfictions that now make me cringe anytime I get a notification from a story that I wrote over 8 years ago now. i can’t look at it, I cant, but I have nothing to show for writing that is any better. I sold my soul to a program, where my writing is critiqued for succinctness. and I wrote and wrote until I had the fluff beaten out of me with red angry lines. somewhere along the line, I stopped writing for fun, I stopped reading anything that wasnt academic and now all l know how to do is write is articles and papers. I am the researcher they wanted me to be but I cant seem to find the girl who used to believe there was magic in words, in finding hidden meanings. now I must write and state my conclusions so clearly that there is no room for ambiguity. instead of being filled with life, I am now pouring from the cup, into others. its part of my job and I want to be good at it, but I dont know how to fill myself back up again.

- running on empty

[commander-anya]

when clarke griffin said “if you need forgiveness I’ll give that to you, you’re forgiven” when bellamy blake said “together” when clarke griffin said “take care of them for me” when bellamy blake said “you don’t have to do this alone” when clarke griffin said “I’ll do anything, I’ll stop fighting just please don’t hurt him” when bellamy blake said “we can’t lose clarke” when clarke griffin said “thank you for keeping me alive” when bellamy blake said “write it down or I will” when clarke griffin said “we’ve been through a lot together you and I” when bellamy blake said “I got you for the that” when clarke griffin said “it’s been 2,199 days since praimfaya I don’t know why I still do this everyday” when-

[city-of-fiction]

I think my favourite thing about books is how they shape us. Your book history is uniquely your own, no one else in the world has read the all the same books at the exact same times of their lives as you have, and all those books have changed you so intrinsically that you couldn’t erase their influence on you anymore then you could change your DNA.

[diomdes]

whenever i listen to a glass animals song i feel like i am behind the wheel of a convertible wearing very nice sunglasses and i am going incredibly fast but i am not driving somehow. there’s a neon pink haze over everything and the vague implication that something morally questionable is being done off-camera

[girlofdogs]

sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.

[questbedhead]

My new, totally uneducated guess for why humans tell stories is to keep them from getting bored and cranky while following a gazelle for four hours. No deeper mystery or meaning. Some folk needed a distraction while they tried to catch dinner so they just made some shit up. The end.

[technicallyoneofakind]

The equivalent of listening and singing to songs on your way home so you don't fall asleep at the wheel.

[questbedhead]

For millennia upon millenia, humans have had to yell creatively to keep on task 

[awaytoday]

theres a theory that the reason there are so many characters in folk tales who weave/spin is because weavers/spinners were bored while they were doing the repetitve work that doesnt require much brian power for experienced workers. e.g. the greek fates, rumpelstiltskin, sleeping beauty pricking her finger on a spindle.

so the weavers/spinners were telling stories to pass the time and then they were like 'yo but what if WE were in it.'

also interesting that making up a story as you tell it is called 'spinning a tale'

[nicolauda]

in Australian Aboriginal English, telling a story is also called "yarning."

[dct239394cvvd098dffgggp]

'kids these days have it easy' thats the point thats the point thats the whole point we're here to make it better for whoever comes after you sad selfish self absorbed puddle of wank

[catlaila]

I stand at that statue and claim the bodies whose names the world wants to forget. I claim those bodies whose names I was taught to forget. And I claim the unsung bloodlines that soak the ground beneath my feet, because I know, I just know, that if they could, they would claim me.

—  LEGENDBORN, TRACY DEONN.

[remanence-of-love]

[ofwelshkings]

it might seem like my whole life revolves around fictional characters but yes it does

[kpopper]

are you living or are you just jumping from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself

[ivan-fyodorovich-deactivated202]

what are you the coping mechanism police or something

[helenasurvives]

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seven

and my reply is

pink

because i am a girl

and pink

is a princess color.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am ten

and i like

green

because a boy told me that pink

is lame and girly.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am thirteen

and i tell them

purple

it is unique and spunky

like i want to be.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seventeen

and i just say

red

i do not say

it is bright and angry at the world

as i am

i cannot form the words to express

all of my frustrations

so i paint my lips with

rage.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty

and it’s pink

i remember the joy

of being a child

i reclaim the freedom

of femininity

because i cannot remember

what my shoulders felt like

before the depression

hung from them.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty-six

and my answer is

brown

it confuses most people

they don’t see it

they may think of dirt

and dust

and dead things

but it is coffee with friends

and the chocolate chip cookies

my mom used to make.

it is my hair

and my eyes

amber and gold

in the sun

and i love myself

again

[dykerightsmp3]

so many posts about hating being perceived..... I love being perceived by people who love me

[dykerightsmp3]

when someone you love tells you something they observe about you and how they like that thing that’s a love language

[phaseme-out]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Folk of the Air - Holly Black Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jude Duarte/Cardan Greenbriar Characters: Jude Duarte, Cardan Greenbriar, Nicasia (The Folk of the Air), Valerian (The Folk of the Air), Locke (The Folk of the Air) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, POV Cardan Greenbriar, Angst, Cruelty, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Graphic Violence Summary:

Part of The Cruel Prince Chapter 10 in Cardan's POV, in which Jude is forced to taste faerie apple.

Snippet: With sick horror and fascination, I watched as he shoved a faerie apple against her mouth. A silly, contrived human fairytale suddenly sprang to mind, where a fair princess who had hair as black as ebony and lips red as a rose had also met her undoing through a rotten apple. Even as Jude spit out remnants of the forbidden fruit and reached for her salt, I knew the stars had damned her today, just as they had done to me on the day of my birth.