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Percy and Nico are beautiful here! I can’t get enough of pjo fanart like this!

There’s something so poetically evil about Sansa embodying everything the realm wants a proper lady to be and then them all hating her for it. She cares about knights and songs, sewing and pretty dresses. And she’s scorned for it, naïve little girl who isn’t equipped to deal with the horrors of life. Because they don’t prepare women for the horrors of life despite the fact that they have to live in the same reality as all of the terrible deeds. Sansa embodies everything a young lady is supposed to and it ruins her life. The same way women are meant to bear heirs but they don’t tell them beforehand how it happens. It’s this sick fetishization of an ideal of women that they can never truly achieve because life isn’t ideal. Sansa is the picture of what they want women to be and it can never be enough still.

the crazy thing about taylor swift never grow up is that you were a kid when you heard it for the very first time and you didn’t take her warning seriously and then you grow up and listen to it and taylor sings the bridge and then goes into “wish i’d never grown up” and you’re like oh god oh fuck what have i done. i grew up

I seriously get teary-eyed at the line “remember she’s getting older too” when speaking about making mom drop you off around the block 😭😭😭

the thing about "would edward still fall for bella if he could read her mind?" is that bella's mental silence is not a coincidence. it's a core part of who she is, so fundamental that it manifests as her vampire superpower. "would edward still fall for bella if this key aspect in the makeup of her personality didn't exist?" idk man at that point who cares. would you still love me if I was a worm.

if he could read her mind, the discourse would be “he doesn’t really know her, he just cherry picks what he wants to hear out of her head!”

oh and also. we could leave the christmas lights up until january. i attend christmas parties from outside. and at every table i’ll save you a seat. i look in peoples windows in case you’re at their table. can i go where you go? northbound i got carried away as you boarded your train south. we could let our friends crash in the living room, this is our place we make the call. i look in peoples windows transfixed by rose golden glows they have their friends over to drink nice wine. can we always be this close forever and ever? does it feel alright not to know me?