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reading fanfiction isn’t enough anymore, i need to cradle him safely inside my ribcage

walking through a forest wondering if the trees are shit talking about me in latin

they hate me don’t they?

my new year’s resolution is to be so mysterious and alluring that I haunt a man’s every thought and dream for the rest of his life

just finished the movie serendipity for the first time and now I’m obsessed with it, would anyone be interested in a wolfstar serendipity au if I started writing one?

I chase the feeling of The Raven Cycle like Gansey chased Glendower. I will not explain further.

She is 5 apples tall (at most)

fuck first dates. get in the shopping cart. we're rolling headfirst into a car so we'll skid and fall together

It's a beautiful world we live in bc we're getting to see canon drawings of the monmouth bathroom fridge

something I like about Blue Sargent is that she’s so believably seventeen years old. she misses her mom and yearns to keep her friendships and also to pursue her future and grow. she insults her cousin to her face but loves and is very protective of her. she wears fingerless gloves to cemeteries to look cool even though she knows trying to look cool will bite her in the ass, she monologues about how if she opens her pink switchblade she’s sure she’ll cut herself as a sensible teen but also monologues about how she looves the idea of herself as a badass with a switchblade, and then she does indeed open it and cut herself and connects it to her emotional hurt. she’s both self-conscious and confident, and highly pretentious. She’s a one thousand year old condescending brat who wishes she was surrounded by fellow one thousand year old condescending brats at all times. she’s impulsive and idealistic and empathetic and sensible and stubborn and judgemental and curious and compassionate and playful and fiercely loving. she’s a fanciful sensible thing, she’s good but she’s not nice, she’s brave because she’s full of fear. I love her

Gansey’s moment of “she makes me quiet” when all Blue has ever been for others is an amplifier will never not live rent free in my mind

fall but in a sleeping kings and doomed romances and living dreams kind of way

I miss my wife (Richard Gansey iii)

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

THANK YOU!! this is exactly what i was looking for, they were just trying their best but they absolutely adored that little boy

i feel like at some point everyone just started making hope and lyall out to be bad parents and idk if i like or agree with that. how do you think they were as parents to remus??

OKAY SO I AM SO PASSIONATELY AGAINST THIS RHETORIC. it is me and holyall against the worls od fanfics that characterise them as bad parents.

they were the good parents. and sure they had their flaws, but all parents do.

i think remus grew up in north wales, probably somewhere near llandudno but not actually in the town. hope worked as a teacher part-time in one of the local secondary schools and if remus hadn’t been accepted into hogwarts, she would’ve probably ended up being his english teacher. every friday remus would come home from primary school to freshly baked challah that hope would bake for each shabbos and every sunday she’d make french toast with the left over challah for breakfast (challah french toast is superior). lyall did his best too, he would take remus to the park whenever remus asked, would let him stay up to watch tv or listen to music, and the two of them did their best to spoil him with the little money they did have, although they were quite tight most of the time.

they’d go on camping holidays where they’d hike and swim and have a camp fire. hope is the driver of the family and refuses to use magic to travel anywhere, and lyall agrees every time. they’re constantly listening to music in the car together, the three of them adore music, they’re always singing and messing around with goofy impressions of whoever the singer of the song they’re listening to is.

after full moons, hope would always make remus chicken broth and lyall would do his best to heal remus’ wounds with magic (although he was never the best with medical spells) and they’d do everything they could to make remus feel safe, loved, and secure although lyall’s guilt would be eating him alive every time the full moon happened.

as remus got older and wanted more independence, they started to clash a bit, they were always protective of him after greyback bit him, but they always eventually work through whatever shit they have going on this time. and when remus realises he’s gay, he’s still worried about them not supporting him but they only care for his happiness, not whether or not he’s with a girl or boy

Episode 5 of the Haunting of Bly Manor makes me sick. Hannah, sweet Hannah, spending the episode in confusion slowly realizing she’s dead. She’s dead and she’s been dead and yet even in death she isn’t free. The cruel irony of discussing a future in Paris with Owen. And yes she turns him down but even if she hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. None of it matters cause nothing could be avoided. She speaks of the mouse and the glue trap and that was always supposed to be her fate. Things change and life moves forward and sometimes you can’t move with it. And what are you supposed to do with that? What can you do?

HE EVEN LOOKS LIKE JAMES POTTER ARE YOU KIDDING ME

i’m rewatching the haunting of bly manor and even though he only gets about five minutes of actual screen time, dani and edmund’s storyline is so jily-coded. Edmund (James) obsessed with this girl he found so cool and ambitious, Dani (Lily) a closeted lesbian who’s too scared to come out and ruin everything. Like his speech at their engagement party where he talks about proposing to her, and getting rejected, from the time they were 10 until their mid 20s when she finally says yes. Maybe i’m just too obsessed with james potter and now i’m seeing him everywhere, but tell me i’m wrong??

i’m rewatching the haunting of bly manor and even though he only gets about five minutes of actual screen time, dani and edmund’s storyline is so jily-coded. Edmund (James) obsessed with this girl he found so cool and ambitious, Dani (Lily) a closeted lesbian who’s too scared to come out and ruin everything. Like his speech at their engagement party where he talks about proposing to her, and getting rejected, from the time they were 10 until their mid 20s when she finally says yes. Maybe i’m just too obsessed with james potter and now i’m seeing him everywhere, but tell me i’m wrong??

when i feel a slight crisp breeze and suddenly the voices are telling me it’s time for a full flanaverse rewatch

the most devastating trope in my opinion is when characters spend the whole story haunted by a ghost or entity only to realize at the end that it was themselves the whole time

I really have to take this medication for forever huh.....

rip kafka you would’ve loved big thief’s vampire empire

rotting in bed but in a richard wasting away during that first winter in vermont kind of way

i bring a “what if none of this is real and you’re all just figments of my imagination” sort of vibe that my family and friends don’t seem to appreciate

some days i think it’s just me and my letterboxd against the world

i used to pretend what i went through was normal but i don’t think life should’ve been that hard at the ripe age of 16

i came out of the womb, and immediately apologized for the pains i caused my mother in childbirth. it cost her something to bare me and raise me, and i think ill spend the rest of my life trying to make up for that. all i really am anymore is sorry

the first-winter-in-vermont version of richard papen is a little too relatable sometimes

four years ago november started and i don’t think it’s ever really stopped