Can We Always Be This Close Forever And Ever?💕

Inspired by the acowar back cover

boy, this took a loooong time to finish

“I wanna be an active member of the fandoms I am in but my untalented self can do nothing but roll on the grounds.”

-A novel by me

Kitten thinks she is a dog after being raised by a Husky.

just put all my children to bed it’s their first night at home I hope they sleep well and that they know I love them all so much each and every one of them

Cordelia Carstairs (I forgot to post her her). now, after reading CoI, I love her even more. Wbu?

@cassandraclare

Im literally crying

Asterin didn’t know a thing or two about death.

She heard murmurs about meeting the gods - she don’t believe in them, however, so she’s crossing that one off. In a few reverent whispers, she heard darkness and nothingness; death is an ocean of oblivion and it swallows you whole and deep. She thinks that one was more plausible so as light bursted through her veins, Asterin smiled one last time at Manon before succumbing to the beckoning arms of death.

All at once, she became everything and nothing.

The darkness, however, did not come.

She was plunging, instead; like a displaced entity in the vast universe, ripping through fabrics of whatever it is that makes up this damned world.

She was falling, falling, falling - through time, worlds, dimensions, everything. It made her feel cosmic, celestial but baffled.

Was this supposed to be death? She didn’t know. Does death means falling eternally?

That question was answered a few moments later when she was sprawled awkwardly in a grassy clearing.

It didn’t hurt - the landing. One blink and she was there, laid face-first and awkward but unharmed nonetheless.

“You’re back?”

Someone whispered reverently. It was a familiar voice that reverbrated through her; a deep, baritone that reminded her calm thunderstorms.

Looking up, Asterin believed for sure that she was dead. The hunter - her hunter, with his wild hair and bright eyes were staring at her with that same reverence that was solely for her.

There was a sob that clawed out of Asterin’s throat and for once, there was those warm arms holding her again through the tears.

After this episode I feel like Ruby

honestly grace and jesse's backs must really hurt after carrying the entirety of chain of gold on their shoulders

This is the traditional dress of Baluch people

This is the traditional dress for Bakhtiari people

This is the traditional dress for Azari people

This is the traditional dress for Kurdish people

This is the traditional dress for Lor people

This is the dress code Islamic Republic is enforcing

Islamic dress code in Iran is all about controlling women and has nothing to do with culture. That’s why the government is murdering people over it.