#ya memes

[teartra]

Other writers : enemies to lovers <3

Me : enemies to siblings ;)

[incorrect-metaltown]

Colin: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Ty: Just rip the bandage off.

Colin: It’s Lena.

Ty: Put the bandage back on.

[queencamden]

Dark hair and dark eyes

Younger sibling who she loves, and would die to protect (but who ends up dying anyway)

Sister who is known as “the prettier one” between them, but that’s fine because SHE gets to be the smart one.

Monarchs of every place love her automatically, as soon as she meets them.

Is very good at singing, even though she doesn’t do it much.

Becomes bilingual incredibly fast.

Main flaw is a bad temper, so she gets to sass whoever she wants.

Is snarky at very inopportune moments, but always gets away with it, except when she doesn’t.

Has a signature look.

Falls for a rebellious “bad boy” who is actually very shitty and abusive towards her.

In a love triangle.

Ends up derailing the established government because of said shitty bad boy’s weird plans.

The love triangle is also involved in said derailment of the government.

Am I talking about:

A) A stereotypical YA Protagonist Girl (TM)

Or

B) Anne Boleyn, Queen of England from 1533 to 1536?

[amphitritemists]

Actually Henry and Alex from RWRB

[city-of-weird]

I was on the last 20 pages of QoN & books, but trilogys themselfs, had traumatized so much that I really thought that somehow in those last twenty pages that it wasn’t going to have a happy ending & that somehow something bad was going to happy to break Cardan & Jude apart.

[theofficialyoungavengers]

Kat: Hey Laura, can you pass the iced tea?

Laura: I don't know, can you pass geometry?

[queencamden]

Henry VIII would definitely be that YA guy who talks way too much about how his love interest smells. Like:

“I held Anne close to me. She smelled of lemons, which should not have been possible because I have seen a grand total of two lemons in my life, and she certainly had known far less. There was also the almost overpowering scent of fresh grapes, almost ready for wine, and the slightest hint of rosewater. Tudor rosewater, I thought dreamily. It was a smell that screamed “Let’s put aside the Pope and establish our own Church of England”.

By the Catholic perception of God I was losing faith in every minute, I loved that smell. I knew I could not leave it and go back to the staid, simple, smell of pomegranates that clung to Katharine. No I needed the lemon-grape-rosewater luxuriousness. It was a smell of power.”

[amphitritemists]