Im Screaming This Is Literally Morgenthorn

I keep thinking that she will call him Fairychild, like a word play with Fairchild and him being a literal fairy child.

I don't know why but that just seems like an annoiyng thing that she does but he secretly loves

thought about Ash being surnameless some more & I've decided the ideal thing that could happen is Dru gets possessed by the spirit of Will Herondale and tells Ash word for word what Will told Tessa at the end of tid ("you can have mine")

So please remember this house, and the red door, and the white picket fence, and the family that we were gonna raise together. And remember me. Because if you remember me, then you’ll remember that a nerdy guy, like me, who works at a Buy More, could make you happy.

because this is who they are, they fight harder. they are warriors.

Does anyone else starts to see how many books there are, and how every single one of them has the potential to destroy you and them is 5am and you start crying on Pinterest with your cat at your feet

I loved this line

MASON ALEXANDER PARK as 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 THE SANDMAN 1.10: LOST HEARTS.

Follow me.

Did the cast of The Princess Bride know they were creating the most iconic movie of all time when they were filming because damn

😊❤

francesca hayward and akane takada performing swan lake’s pas de trois

Bitty is poor

And God said "this is fine line"

Fine Line | Jurdan Quarantine AU

Chapter Rating: E is for Every Bad Idea You’ve Ever Had

Summary: This is how you turn a girl into a forest fire.

WC: 13,268

CW: mature themes, vulgar language, mentions of death, NSFW CONTENT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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Chapter 4- Watermelon Sugar (Verse 2)

[Jude POV]

Sleep falls away from me like water as I resurface into consciousness.

The first thing I know is that I am warm. The comfortable kind that feels like holding a steaming mug of tea between both hands on a brusque day. Or the soft spill of sunlight at the brink of spring.

Pleasant. Relaxed.

The second thing I know is that all of this is very suspicious. Usually, I’m cracked out of my dreams, a lightning strike straight into reality. Or otherwise dragged out of them like a deadweight through quicksand.

There is no peace in sleeping and there is certainly no peace in waking. Or if there is, I have never known it. Ultimately, this is what makes me open my eyes.

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