#poor bebes

[sakura-scum]

basically #jjk266

[raven-617]

the keychains are just vibing on the vines.

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

How are bibros doing? Are they okay? Has anyone checked on them? They've been awfully quiet the last fourteen hours.

[checkered-knox]

Main 3 crying sprite appreciation post.

The crying sprites have got to be one of my favorite expressions on the main 3, even if the beloveds are all in pain. Also, I feel like the way they cry kinda suits their characters if that makes sense???

*kisses their tears away*

[incorrect-frozentricks-n-friends]

*sigh* Some things never change...

Thor(To Loki): Look let's just agree to say "I'm sorry" on the count of three. One...

Two...

Three.

Loki:

Thor:

Loki:

Thor: See now I'm just disappointed in BOTH of us.

[chispas-and-broken-bindings]

I’m just sitting here, thinking about how exhausted Jon and Sansa must be; ruling the north together, preparing for the Long Night...hoping the Lannisters don’t attack from the south....

Poor tired teenagers. They should be planning their backpacking trip through Europe, not counting men and counting grain and renegotiating their debts!

a snip snip snip of my current wip: 

What they shared was different, he thought, than what he used to imagine between lovers. Not that Sansa was his lover. As promised, he had not brought up his foolish, wine-induced confession again, and she had not acknowledged it either. But something had shifted between them, in the days since Jeyne and Theon’s wedding, and Ser Hardying’s return.

They were seldom alone, with the flurry of activity in anticipation of their departure, but when they were,  there was a stillness to each moment that Jon could not find elsewhere. Sansa would shed her lady’s armor, and with a quiet sigh, all her straight lines would turn to tired slopes and her face would slide into something Jon wouldn’t name as happiness, though there was a softness in her gaze that he was sure was his alone. Once, after a particularly tense exchange with Lord Glover, when the lords left his solar at last, she had slumped against Jon, resting her head upon his shoulder, and every fiber of his being had warmed over like he’d waded into the hot springs beneath their feet.

It was the intimacy of a shared burden; born out of worry and doubt and too many late nights where more questions were asked than answered.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Just read Jesper’s backstory. Why are they all 🙃😔😭🥺?

[fanfictionsrookie]

“I forget how emotions dance when they aren't inside of me I forget how the sun feels when she isn't around me And my dreams become sweeter...”

-Aurora