#feywrote

life is colourless, and he is angry. she assumes to understand, to know the ache that can never heal, but she doesn’t. no, she will never truly understand, not the faded rune etched upon the skin of a half-gone parabatai. james has ceased to be james, and william has ceased to be william without him. 

a voice suspiciously steady and jem-like whispers that he shouldn’t take it out on tessa, that it isn’t her fault she can never know the pain of losing half of her life. will cares little to hear it, not in his rawness, not in his half bludgeoned agony. can’t you see, tessa? he is spilled milk, his emotions a mess upon the floor, and though you loved him as a husband, you didn’t love him as the better half of your soul.

hi i am giving u a kiss on the forehead rn <3 don’t be sorry !!!!!!

2.    top 5 books of all time?

in no particular order:   vicious,   six of crows duology ( package deal ),   the invisible life of addie larue,   these violent delights,   the raven cycle ( it’s a series ik but package deal ).

15.    recommend and review a book.

vicious !!!!!!!! god i go BRRRR for vicious and i think everyone should read it tbh. it’s a delicious concept and provides so much room for verses and ocs if we’re thinking how to apply our obsessions to rp. it’s by ve schwab so naturally, i’m a slut. its about people who get powers after near death experiences and the powers are based on their last thought as they die. it’s so hot i cannot say that enough. and the plot itself is???? yummy. the mcs are angsty and broody and there’s hot fighting scenes and tension and lore and BLAH I JUST. CAN’T RECOMMEND THIS BOOK ENOUGH !!!!!

19.    most disliked popular books?

      there is nothing quite as captivating as velaris at night, the beauty of the city on full display for all who wander its winding cobblestone streets. and tonight is the most special of all nights in the city — one that has captivated her since her first attendance, one that has made her heart swell each and every year. velaris is always full of light, full of life, but on starfall, there’s a different sort of energy buzzing through the streets. the air is filled with possibility, with hope — and now that prythian is finally at peace, all can celebrate without the shadow of fear lingering over the most festive of evenings. 

@feywrote​  asked:      “  i  find  your  lack  of  faith  disturbing.  ”    viper  &  sage  ohoh      /      star  wars  sentence  starters.

      fingers  drum  quietly  against  the  wooden  desk,  cerulean  hues  focused  on  the  clock  ticking  behind  her  teacher.  it  is  too  consuming,  the  way  the  pointer  seems  to  move  slower  as  though  to  tease  her  &  mock  her.  all  she  wants  is  to  get  out  of  there.  not  go  home,  no,  certainly  not  that.  the  beasley  residence  has  been  suffocating  recently  under  the  prying  eyes  of  her  father  and  the  agonizing  wails  of  her  mother.  it  is  hell. then  again,  so  is  everywhere  else.  kelly  beasley  does  not  know  where  to  find  peace  anymore.  karen  is  gone  and  nothing  makes  sense  except  for  the  certainty  she  has  that  she  needed  everything  to  stop.  the  bell  rings  and  for  a  moment  she  does  not  move,  fingertips  gripping  at  her  desk  as  though  life  depended  on  it.  perhaps  it  does.  perhaps  she  needs  something  to  remind  her  that  she  is  still  alive,  still  there.  ❝  ms.  beasley,  are  you  alright?  ❞  

      it  is  only  then  that  kelly  looks  up,  eyes  filled  with  tears  that  she  cannot  remember  pilling  up  and  blurring  her  sight.  ❝  yeah,  i  am...  ❞  a  beat.  is  she  alright?  would  she  ever  be  alright  again?  is  a  girl  still  a  twin  if  her  twin  sister  is  dead?  weak  smile  makes  its  way  to  glossy  lips,  shrug  rolling  off  her  shoulders.  she  is  not  karen.  she  does  not  know  how  to  pretend  to  be  fine  or  control  people  with  her  sharp  tongue.  she  is  the  weak  one  (  then  why  is  it  that  she  survived?  )  ❝  just  tired,  sir.  don’t  worry  about  me.  ❞  

five words he’s heard more often than not lately, though usually in a far different context. steve grins, all bright eyes and wicked teeth, disarmingly charming at the sharing of her feelings. he looks down at the math homework on the park bench between them, and wonders how the hell he ended up playing lookout as she completes something as mundane as her homework. headset hanging loosely around her neck, her favourite song blaring dull in the background, steve accepts the fact that this is his life now, and sometimes it isn’t really worth fighting the weird.

that eddie had figured out a way to save her last minute was a credit to his shitty metal music collection. even more surprising, was the pure chance that chrissy’s favourite song had flooded his trailer at last minute.

either way, she’s in the know now, and this secret government bubble really is beginning to grow quite large in a town so small.

flora, my sweet angel fairy. i just want to start this off by saying every time i see your url, i feel magically transported to a forest full of fairies that sparkle in the sunlight. you give me that vibe, that aesthetic. the magical, beautiful, peaceful, warm & sparkling energy, like a warm hug tbh. i love your blog. i love every muse you write and your casting and how beautiful your writing is and how you manage to capture your muses’ voices so well. i cannot wait to write more with you, even if i do get slightly intimidated and terrified to talk to you. but yeah. stay golden, angel <3