doctrine.

[incogitatione-blog]

You know what is grand?? Pre-established relations. It can be rather difficult to start at the very beginning, when you can just plot out how they met & begin SMACK SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE.

[fakevirtue]

[wrjt-blog1]

★ !!!

relations.

brotp

levy is so weak for languages. she’s a lot more interested in orthography than phonetics tbh, but she’d still be super interested in learning about gajeel’s language. trying to find out if it has any written form or if it’s strictly oral. i just love the idea of them being a brotp because levy honestly ? she forgave gajeel. & that’s such an important part of her character, that capacity for forgiveness. she sees so much potential in gajeel, so much good & she wants to bring it out. to learn about it, to learn about his past so she can understand him. levy loves people, she loves their stories. that’s her at the core. them being a brotp means so much to me because it says a lot about forgiveness, making amends & moving on together.

[wrjt-blog1]

❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜

text.

THERE WERE worse things to inscribe upon one’s grave. levy was not a believer in the AFTERLIFE herself, instead preferring to do good without the incentive of a reward at the end of life. if indeed, he could rise after the final breath, then all the more power to him, she supposed.

               ❛     ━━━ good friend for jesus sake forbeare,                                 to dig the dust enclosed here.                                 blessed be the man that spares these stones,                                 and cursed be he that moves my bones.   ❜      

a soft tremour of a voice, idly quoting.

[coulbymcgrath-blog]

Ariadne in The Rules of Engagement

[symphonicanima]

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RWBY Opening Theme: Vol. 2

Time To Say Goodbye - Jeff Williams feat. Casey Lee Williams

[kiseenaji]

[wrjt-blog1]

❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜

text.

HER EYES gleamed in the sunlight, but they glittered too. soft smile curled bronze lips & a rose-petal giggle bubbled in her throat, tinged with joy & understanding.

              ❛     ━━━ you’re also good at breaking stuff, natsu !    ❜      

teasing tones & a smirk of mischief ( yet not malicious ), but then a softening & a gentle wash of sobriety. words were difficult. while levy EXCELLED at the written arts, her verbal skills left something to be desired. she had a quiet voice that could barely disturb the air. she knew the gravity of things said & things left unsaid. there was sympathy in her, but it was kind.

               ❛     ━━━ i wouldn’t be a good friend if i allowed everything you say to offend me without good reason. even then – you can always speak freely with me, natsu.   ❜      

[momosketch]

I feel like this. I wanted to sketch some but I am not satisfied at all.

[wrjt-blog1]

velloa.

     ❛   ——— is there something troubling levy-san ?  juvia cannot help but suspect she’s being burdened by something with such an expression on her face.  ❜

@wrjt !

PERHAPS HER expression was a little too grave. levy twirled a sky-blue strand with her finger, dark brow angled & heavy with thought. hazel eyes flickered to her friend, gleaming with this wistful longing.

            ❛     ━━━ it’s been an awful long time since i’ve been home. i miss the libraries -- the mosques & the bazaars ! the -- food. my parents, my family. do you ever miss home, juvia-chan ?     ❜      

[dekiaiohime]

                                                 🌟 || @wrjt​

FRIEND,                             You’ve read a thousand different stories ( and more ),                             Within pages you’ve discovered worlds ( and magic ).                             Though you are petite, your heart is wide ( and endless ),                             You’ve found forgiveness when most turned a blind eye ( and rage and cry )                                                                       You consume tales of mysteries and thrillers,                                                                       Of adventures and dreamers,                                                                        But whilst you eye the scripts with glee,                                                                       I try never to turn away from thee.                            What you don’t see is an image of vivacity,                            For while you rather read the tales of others,                            I could write novels about another,                            The light in your eyes, the beam on your lips. FRIEND,                                                                         A thousand different stories I could write about you,                                                                        Within pages we’d find magic and friendship.                                                                        Galloping across lands with nothing at hand,                                                                        Jousting with dragons for our homeland.                                                                                         But what I could never capture is the light of your eyes                             Or the smile upon your lips as earnestly did you unravel a fairy tale,                             But I would write about our rapport for years to come,                             Until death we shall not succumb. FRIEND,                                                                       We are not fragile.                                                                       We are not weak.                                                                       We have learnt of fear,                                                                       And we fought through it.                              They claim of our loss,                               Yet we claim our victory.                              Beat us down but                               We would not be made a mockery. FRIEND,                                                                        We will LIVE not just survive. FRIEND,                                                             L I V E 

[shakeitoffs]

Boy Meets World Rewatch: 2x06, Who’s Afraid of Cory Wolf?

[paintingflcwcrsarchive]

popular text posts + ask memes

❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

[jaededwings1x1]

you know what I want: muse a that owns a pretty little flower shop and across the street is hardcore tattoo shop where muse b works at and muse b is utterly in love at the sight they see across the street where muse a tend for their flowers every morning and fate decides to screw up muse b and the two finally meet one day and cute fluffiness bYE

[poemsforpersephone]

butterfly girl, your wings are fragile, but your heart is not. you wear a crown of roses but for all the petals in the world you are not afraid of thorns

butterfly girl // l.s (via poemsforpersephone)

[lauragoodall]

[wrjt-blog1]

lauragoodall :

Bedside flower study

[wrjt-blog1]

“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”

hurt.

SHE LOOKED battered, her skin peppered with cuts of varying depths & jaggedness. still – erza was alive & deep within her heart, a small twist of anxiety loosened. a small hand reached out, cautious of its placement, but FIRM with resolve.

              ❛     ━━━ YOU KEEP SAYING that, but we both know you’re not.     ❜

& then softer, to whisper in this private universe of theirs. her words were inlaid with a strata of meaning, of urgent things she so desperately wanted to SAY to & be understood by the scarlet knight before her.

              ❛     ━━━ you can rely on us too, alright ? we’re a TEAM, erza. we’re a family. you rest – we’ll handle this, i promise. it’s okay, i’ve got you.     ❜