#cool yeah

[applepluscheesecake]

what the hell areyou tslking about

[oppipopi]

a small comparison of AU characters with canon characters

as you can see, I still don't agree with the ending of ep30

ставь лайк чтобы жалко

а где

картинкой чтобы было

[totally-not-regulus]

Ok so, let's talk james. @prongsie-rambles

[twic0rd]

all my artfights from this year \o/

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

[reddish-green-personality]

meta-phor

Cry and cry into a bottomless pit Make that pit your puddle Don't have to whimper, no need to hold back No need to be subtle

Cry quick, wipe faster No one can ever know Pack you're grievings into a box Before your pain starts to show

Let it out behind curtains And countdown seconds for when they should fall Don't let anyone see you like this Build your walls, and build them tall

vvv ctnd. vvv

Four walls around your puddle Your melancholy’s well That you hide from others Deep in your tiny shell

So look into your puddle Like Narcissus of your despair The ungodly metaphor for self-reflection You see yourself stare

The echo of your face, How sodden and blurry The ripples on the puddle are your tears as they try to get away in a hurry

The only hand you have left to hold Is on the other side of your shoulder ‘ I'm absolutely fine, trust me ’ Is one of the few lies you've told her

It's you're pit of self-pity You dug yourself in their To try and get your problems Out of their hair

So don't you dare shed a drop of tear Because they aren't here You didn't want them to be You didn't want them to see

The mess you've let them make of you A carcass of what you were You wanted your friends to help you But they've had their share

So stare into your pool narcissus Watch the ripples of your tears as they fall The reverb of the droplets Bounce through the walls you built tall

[clarygooding]

Traded Places // 14 years later

When Clary woke up in Paracelsus’s Hospital for the Ailing and Maimed, she was instantly made to drink different kinds of potions and they checked on her shoulder. Though, when she looked over to the other side of her, there sat her best friend, sleeping in the chair next to her. Clary let out a small chuckle, though it was mostly airy. She grabbed the closest thing to her with her good arm before chucking it at Oliver. She could remember he was refereeing that game, so of course he was here. “Wake up,” she said to him when the item hit him. “Honestly, I’m getting serious de ja vu right now.”

@oliverblishwick