In love with impossibility.

Zoe| She/Her| 18| Cosplayer, fangirl, writer, musician| Italian girl| Law student| INFP ESTP| Leo

[cyberdramon]

OI MISTAH

YOU ME TRAINA’?

[perfectblackthorns-deactivated2]

The Shadowhunters Chronicles -Girl Power

[tmi-blackstairs-blog]

“He lifted the violin to his shoulders then, and raised the Bow. And be played. Zhi yin. Jem bad told her once that it meant understanding music, and also a bond that went deeper than friendship. Jem played, and he played the years of Will’s life as he had seen them. He played two little boys in the training room, one showing the other how to throw knives, and he played the ritual of parabatai: the fire and the vows and the burning runes. He played two young men running through the streets of London in the dark, stopping to lean up against a wall and laugh together. He played the day in the library when he and Will had jested with Tessa about ducks, and he played the train to Yorkshire on which Jem had said that parabatai were meant to love each other as they loved their own souls. He played that love, and he played their love for Tessa, and hers for them, and he played Will saying, In your eyes I have always found grace. He played the too few times he had seen them since he had joined the Brotherhood- the brief meetings at the Institute; the time when Will had been bitten by a Shax Demon and nearly died, and Jem had come from the Silent City and sat with him all night, risking discovery and punishment. And he played the birth of their son, and the protecting ceremony that had been carried out on the child in the Silent City. Will would have no other Silent Brother but Jem perform it. And Jem played the way he had covered his scarred face with his hands and turned away when he’d found out the child’s name was James. He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs; and when he was done, and he’d set the violin back in its box, Will’s eyes were closed, but Tessa’s were full of tears. Jem set down his bow, and came toward the bed, drawing back his hood, so she could see his closed eyes and his scarred face. And he had sat down besides them on the bed, and taken Will’s hand, the one Tessa was not holding, and both Will and Tessa had heard Jem’s voice in their minds. I take you hand, brother, so that you may go in peace. Will had opened the blue eyes that had never lost their color over all the passing years, and looked at Jem and then Tessa, and smiled, and died, with Tessa’s head on his shoulder and his hand in Jem’s.”

—  Clockwork Princess

[reedingandbleeding]

““Kiss me,” she murmured, and he bent to brush his lips over hers—just a brush, the lightest of touches. She chased his lips with her own; he turned his face to the side, tracing the same warm, light touch along her jaw, her cheek. When he reached her mouth again she was gasping, her eyes half-closed. He drew her lower lip into his mouth, running his tongue along it, tracing the curve, the sensitive corners. She gasped again, pressing her back deeper into the cushions, her body arching. He felt her breasts brush against his chest, sending a shot of heat directly to his groin. He dug his fingers into the mattress, willing himself to keep control. To give her only and exactly what she’d asked for. A kiss. He sucked and licked at her bottom lip, traced the bow shape of the upper. Licked along the seam of the two until her lips parted and he sealed his mouth to hers, all heat and wetness and the taste of her, mint and tea. She wrapped her hands around his biceps, arching up against him as they kissed on and on. Her body was soft and warm; she was moaning into his mouth, dragging her heels up the backs of his calves, her hands sliding to his shirt, fingers curling under— She broke away. She was breathing as if she’d been running a marathon, her lips damp and pink from kissing, her cheeks flaming. “Holy f—” she began, then coughed and blushed. “Have you been practicing?” “No,” Julian said. He was proud of himself for managing an entire syllable. He decided to try out a sentence. “I have not.” “Okay,””

— - the hottest kiss in YA history, Queen of air and darkness, Cassandra Clare

[tessalivesandbreathesbooks]

“It was true. He had never desired anyone before Emma, and never anyone since. There had been times when he was younger that it had puzzled him - he was a teenager, he was supposed to be full of inchoate longings and wantings and yearnings, wasn’t he? But he never wanted anyone, never fantasized or dreamed or longed at all. And then there had been one day on the beach, when Emma had been laughing next to him and she had reached up to undo her barrette, and her hair had spilled down over her fingers and against her back like liquid sunlight. His whole body had reacted. He remembered it even now, the driving pain as if something deadly had struck him. It had made him understand why the Greeks had believed love was an arrow that tore through your body and left a blazing trail of longing behind. In French, falling suddenly in love was the coup de foudre. The bolt of lightning. The fire in your veins, the destructive power of a thousand million volts. Julian hadn’t fallen suddenly in love: He always had been in love. He had only just that moment realized it. And after that, he longed. Oh, how he longed. And wished for the time he’d thought he was missing something by not longing, because the longing was like a thousand cruel voices that whispered to him that he was a fool. It was only six months after their parabatai ceremony, and it had been the biggest mistake he’d ever made, and totally irrevocable. And every time he saw Emma after that it was like a knife in his chest, but a knife whose pain he welcomed. A blade whose hilt he held in his own hand, pressed against his own heart, and nothing and no one could have taken it away from him. “Sleep,” he said. He gathered her in his arms and she curled up against him, closing her eyes. His Emma, his universe, his blade.”

— Lord of Shadows by Cassandra Clare

[tyblackthorn]

I think for me writing Julian is definitely a challenge. He’s a very different kind of hero than Will was or Jace was. He’s definitely got a real potential for darkness and yet at the same time he also has been more of a caretaker and done more for other people than Will or Jace has when we first meet them. So he has this interesting duality of being someone who sacrificed a huge amount of his life for other people yet because he did that and because he had to do it so young, he’s become someone who’s extremely single-minded. This huge sacrifice can’t be for nothing and he’s willing to do literally anything to protect these children and his family.

— Cassandra Clare on Julian’s character.

[hyunjining]

Kingdom Hearts Ladies

[meyerlansky]

i’m not afraid.

[hollowbastions]

Master Aqua in Kingdom Hearts III

[herasushi]

Blueberry Muffin used Stale Bread to Beat the Shit outta Rotten Pineapple to protect Cinnamon Roll from the Fuck Word

aka Aqua in a summer dress goes HAM

[dark-aqua]

Happy Valentine’s Day ❤️ → Favorite KH Ships

[zettahawk-deactivated20191209]

Y’know I really shouldn’t be shown any more content of Terra and Aqua as kids, it only encourages me to procrastinate on my other projects.

[thehighpriestofreverseracism]

Friendly reminder that the intro to Lion King….the non english bits leading up to the “circle of life” is not random yelling in *Africa voice* it is an actual language, Zulu, spoken by 10 million people, it is the most widely spoken language (out of 11) in the country of South Africa (1 out of the 54 countries in the continent of Africa, the continent home  to somewhere between 1500-2000 languages and around 3000 distinct ethnic groups)

this isn’t to say that you have to friggin learn the language to sing along with a disney film, it just means that you should be mindful, respectful, appreciative and respectful. don’t be yelling out whatever noise comes in to your head when you hear it

[melancholic-pie]

Ok but someone knows what does this say?

[thehighpriestofreverseracism]

The lyrics before the english comes in…in “circle of life”

Nants ingonyama bagithi baba [Here comes a lion, Father] Sithi uhm ingonyama [Oh yes, it’s a lion] Nants ingonyama bagithi baba [Here comes a lion, Father] Sithi uhm ingonyama [Oh yes, it’s a lion] Ingonyama [It’s a lion] Siyo Nqoba [We’re going to conquer] Ingonyama Ingonyama nengw’ enamabala [A lion and a leopard come to this open place] (repeats) [queue English lyrics]

I would like to further add that language has there own cultural nuances so something that can sound extremely meaningful in one languages may not sound as majestic when translated to another (I know this as someone who has an understanding of 5 languages and speaks 3 of them fluently) so if you are thinking “oh it ain’t that deep they are just yelling: the lion is coming!” dial it back

[haileyastraea]

Worth noting that “lion” and especially the word Ingonyama is a very respectful word to talk about a Zulu king, especially in praise. It’s so heavily associated with royalty in isiZulu that a different word is used for an animal lion - Ibhubesi. This isn’t just announcing the arrival of an animal, it’s celebrating the arrival (or coronation?) of the king

[thehighpriestofreverseracism]

/\ Whoop, I didn’t know this

[toastbutteregg]

This is so informative thank you so much

[luxheroica]

Dear Fellow Traveler

My piece for the Ties That Bind zine that I can finally reveal! Please go check it out, I’ve only started to work my way through but there are some genuinely delightful fics and gorgeous art! Thank you so much for putting this together @destiny-islanders and @novallion

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“You’re being a jerk, you know?”

Terra looked up in surprise at the white-haired young man who had joined him up on the ledge. Riku, he remembered, the boy’s name was Riku. The same boy Terra had given the Keyblade to, now grown into a lanky teen. Riku sat down without waiting for invitation, draping himself over the bricks with practiced casualness.

“Hell of a way to start a conversation,” Terra said.

Continua a leggere

[thothoes]

this is the funniest twitter thread i’ve ever seen in my goddamn life

[cdrlizziebean]

I love the no but wait don’t go to anyone else I’ll do it response. Bless him.

[gukyi]

au + trope + prompt game

here’s a fun drabble game since i was on the hunt for one and decided i should just make my own instead.

 send in a character, an au, a trope, and a prompt, and i’ll write a little drabble based on it!!

au:

roommates!au

hogwarts!au

spy!au

mafia!au

ceo!au

coffee shop!au

bookstore!au

college!au

camp!au

high school!au

travel!au

babysitter!au

soulmates!au

parent!au

sports!au (name the sport)

supernatural!au (specify)

band!au

celebrity!au

trope:

friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

meet cute

meet messy

unrequited love

fake dating

childhood friends

exes

strangers to lovers

prompt:

“are you sure this is legal?”

“fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. fuck.”

“i don’t even think i want to know.”

“you said so, didn’t you?”

“you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

“what is that?”

“you had no idea, did you?”

“wait, wait. say that again. please.”

“why are you awake so late?”

“you know i’ll do anything for you.”

“i know that it’s the thought that counts but this doesn’t even look like you thought about it.”

“is that the best you can do?”

“it’s been so long since we did this.”

“okay, maybe i’m crazy but did i just hear you say that out loud?”

“i’m rambling again, aren’t i?”

“my hands are really dry. sorry about that.”

“hold your fire!”

“this can’t be real. i feel like i’m having a fever dream.”

“suck on that.”

“it’s just so hard not to fall in love with you.”

“for the last time, please stop trying to airdrop me.”

“did you hack into my hotspot?”

“you know that your book is upside-down, right?”

“alexa, play wonderwall.”

“i know this looks bad, but i swear, it’s not.”

“sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.”

“that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

“do you ever feel like you’re far away no matter where you are?”

“hold on.”

“need any help with that?”

“you never saw me.”

“shut up for a second, will you?”

“now what?”

“i don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

“don’t tell me you spent actual money on that.”

“i let you mooch off of my netflix and this is how you repay me?”

“don’t you want to know how i feel?”

“i think i would rather eat expired spam.”

“you confuse me.”

“if you’re happy, then so am i.”

[hellsdemonictrinity]

Angst/Fluff Prompt List #9

I’m still trying to do these, so I’m hoping I didn’t reuse any prompts from the other lists. If I did, whoops, but hey, it’s another list! As always you’re welcome to reblog this, but please do not repost it! :)

“Stop moving!”

“I’m worried about you.”

“What happened to you?”

“Not everything is a joke.”

“You can’t stay in bed all day.”

“Why don’t you just google it?”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Don’t act so innocent.”

“Do you believe in soul mates?”

“What if something happens to you?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“I gotta say, I’m a little surprised.”

“I’m not a child!”

“I’m screwed.”

“You called me, remember?”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“Sleep is for the weak.”

“I don’t like the way they look at you.”

“I don’t want to be friends.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Maybe you should sit down.”

“You’re burning up.”

“I’ve got your back.”

“Walk it off.”

“I wish I could sleep.”

“I’m going back to bed.”

“Your heart is pounding.”

“It’s too early for this.”

“I’m alive?”

“Sorry about that.”

“I own you.”

“Get on your knees.”

“I said move!”

“This isn’t over.”

“It’s not too late.”

“Need a ride?”

“Where were you when I needed you?”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t get better/heal.”

“Hey, are you still awake?”

“Your hands are so cold.”

“I could hug you all day.”

“What do you think?”

“Thanks for cheering me up.”

“Do I look okay?”

“Hold me just a little longer.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“What we have is special.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Where am I?”