☽Sailor Moon☾

ꕥRayꕥ ༺she/her༻ Introverted book lover who’s way too addicted for their own good. Aaron Warner’s version “Hell is empty and all the devils are here”

[snartles]

doodles from lastnight

[rhslynxo]

Can we all agree that mr Aaron Blackford made our standards go through the roof?

BECAUSE U ASK ME WHO ID WANT TO MARRY ID SAY AARON MF BLACKFORD.

[rhslynxo]

When he agrees to fake date her but now wants to date her for real because he fell in love with her in the process and now has no idea what to do with those feelings>>>>>>>>>

[rhslynxo]

Something that will always make me scream is:

“Aaron?

Yes, love.”

[rhslynxo]

Jude : my love hear me out i swear to you he was being an asshole, trust me on this one.

Cardan : right… it’s still murder tho…

Jude : but 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒃𝒆

[rhslynxo]

Feyre : i made this matching bracelets for you and i

Rhysand : I’m not really a jewelry person you know.

Feyre : you don’t really have to wear it, it’s alright.

Rhysand : no, I’m gonna wear it forever back off!

[rhslynxo]

Jude : *visibly late* sorry I’m late i was…doing things..

Cardan : *enters the room with very messy hair and clothes and visibly out of breath*

Vic : ladies and gentlemen *points towards cardan* the things.

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Cardan : i hate you, and i can’t stop thinking of you and it’s literally disgusting.

Jude: i refuse to be alone with you or even speak to you because i hate you so much

Also jude and cardan:

Cardan : do you wanna get married?

Jude : *already putting on her wedding dress* yes.

[rhslynxo]

When someone came into Cardan’s room and he stood up and when he saw it was Jude he immediately took his guard down and relaxed down and spoke to her easily…. Yeah they definitely hate each other.

[rhslynxo]

Thinking everyday about the fact that Cardan tried to tell Jude how ugly she looked but he couldn’t since faeries cannot lie. And that just proved and that he thought she was beautiful.

SCREAMING.

"Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?"

Cardan asks.

"No," I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. "Tell me.

"I cannot.”

[rhslynxo]

The question that always wandered around in my head was “was i born unlovable? Or was i only raised without love?”.

I met evil when i was just a child, and was shaped to be a weapon, not a child, a weapon, To grow up way too fast, but mostly to burn the joy and happiness in between my hands, watching it fade away, as i held back the tears. My childhood, evaporating within every word my father spoke to me. You’re a weapon, weapons don’t weep. And in those moments that is when it hits me, i wasn’t born to be a child, to live, i was born to tell stories, to break stones, with the skinny kid hands i had. I was born with tragedy in my blood, running in my veins, leaving this horrible taste in my mouth, i wanted vengeance, i wanted to be like every kid in my school, laughing their tears away.

Monsters aren’t born, they’re created.

Mother, father, you made me the monster i am now, scared of this dark enormous thing, that sleeps inside of me , you created a replica of you, one that can make the world shake at her fingertips.

But in the end, it was always my fault? Wasn’t it.

[a-really-hot-caterpillar]

Girls will go "comfort character <3" and its a girl covered in blood and a guy whos in love with her

[brokendowmess]

He looks up at me with his night-colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. “For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.”

I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?”

He grins up at me. “They missed.”

The Wicked King. Holly Black

[clockworkbee]

ⓘ This user wants to be someone's sweet villain and darling god, dearest punishment and sweet nemesis, who they think is the only real thing in a land of ghosts, and by who they are forever undone.

[petrow]

as it spins

crackling of the needle on vinyl as it spins, buoyancy in exaltation

moonlight thin between us illuminates, chasm filled, as boundless we sway

swarm, they come, and falls of harpies snatch our fears by gust, their doom

let’s dance my love, in melody soft of song and touch, as if always it must be

we, entwined

[rhslynxo]

When we were kids we would wish to grow up i remember asking myself what would i look like at 16 yo or 14 yo and now i sit in my bed every night hoping i could back to when i used to try and push all the colors of a multicolored pen, go back to when i used to collect those elastic bracelets, to play hide and seek with the friends i had.

When the only bit of problems was when i couldn’t watch my favorite cartoon.

I used to love learning. And i would live in my head, up there in the sky with the clouds and the kind souls that danced before my eyes.

Now, i try my best and survive day by day feeling the ick and hard feeling of life on my shoulders, i don’t know what i did wrong, where it all changed, or when. But i wish i never prayed to whoever is up there to make me older.

I wanna go back.

I wish i could.

I am drowning in my own loneliness my own feelings my own tears, it is eating me from the inside i wish life was better, i feel so hopeless, and so weak.

I wish i was happy.

[rhslynxo]

villains make the story by causing the problems. Heroes just die in the end. They wreck themselves over bad things that happen, the people they couldn't save. Villains say screw that and keep living the way they want Nothing to ruin themselves over, not everything is born poetry, it was once hell or trauma and we make it into poetry, all the blood was never beautiful as people describe it, it was all just red, it was always red, brown even, but we made it beautiful. Villains were never meant to be loved, but if u try so hard to understand them, u realize, that maybe batman was wrong to kill the joker? Because maybe the joker could be anyone.

Maybe, the whole world is sad and that’s why tears form in ur eyes at night, maybe u finally see that the moon is drunk, that the stars are intoxicated by the sins of the sun, that the sky is a deep shade of blue because it was all so sad all the time it stopped breathing, maybe the rain is just the sky trying its best to express its sadness maybe when a storm bombs, it is so mad it starts crying. But you. You, you stare at those stars attached into this beautiful dark blue sky, and see a moon shining and lightning the night, and u wonder “ why did the universe never love me back.

Never wondering “what if the universe is sad itself?”

Maybe u’re the protagonist and antagonist of your story? Maybe u can still

I don’t think we ever change. Maybe we shape-shift into those more mature selves of us, but u never change, if u’re an asshole. U stay one, u can still try. You can’t say it gets better, because it never actually does, u just learn to live with it.

Maybe I’m not sad after all, maybe im just finally realizing.

But what if, I don’t like it?