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Carry On, snowbaz // The King's Men, Andreil

OH MY GOD HEAR THAT,, THAT'S THE SOUND OF MY HEART SHATTERING.

You’ve heard of kanej death trope but what about WESPER DEATH TROPE- Wylan dies BEFORE JESPER because he’s not grisha,, but that would still be a peaceful death-

But what if he dies in a heist that he didn’t wanna go on, but he went for Jesper, and got shot. There’s blood everywhere and even Kaz is beginning to panic. Jesper keeps trying to use his powers to get the bullet out but he’s not skilled enough to. So Wylan dies in his arms, Inej cries and prays and wishes Nina were there to save him, Kaz blinks back tears and thinks “I never thought I’d have to bury one of my own”. Jesper blames himself forever and distances himself from kaz. The crows fall apart.

Many years later Kanej have a kid and name him wylan.

SOMEONE PUT THIS INTO BETTER WORDS-

no but remember when Marco Alisdair asked Celia Bowen if she remembers all her audiences and she said she only remembers the ones who look at her the way he does and then he asked her what way might that be AND THEN CELIA SAID THE ICONIC "LIKE THEY CAN'T DECIDE IF THEY ARE AFRAID OF ME OR IT THEY WANT TO KISS ME" AND MARCO HAD THE ABSOLUTE AUDACITY TO ANSWER WITH "I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU"-

thinking about how AARON. ALWAYS. FELL. IN. LOVE. WITH. HER. every single time.

"Enemies to lovers this!!" "friends to lovers that!!" "no rivals to lovers is superior!!" "It goes strangers to rivals to forced friendship to fake lovers to real lovers to enemies to-" Sweetie please call your therapist back they're worried about you🥰

“Jude, you can’t really think I don’t know it’s you. I knew you from the moment you walked into the brugh.”

~ The Queen of Nothing

It's been one year since folklore was released besties! Here are some things I felt when I first listened to it<3 (yes I wrote this exactly a year ago)

Living in a tiny cottage covered in vines and flowers, filled with warmth and coziness. Sitting beside the crackling fire with a book whose pages lost their color years ago, but never did its words lose their beauty. Or living in an enormous, gothic castle, with mysterious owners and libraries and secret passages, some of which remain undiscovered.

The thing about these stories is that regardless of how long ago or by whom they were written, it's incredibly fascinating to see how hundreds of years ago, people loved the same way, dreamt the same way and regretted their choices the same way they do now. They too longed to be a part of something bigger. It's to feel nostalgic about an experience that you've only ever had in your imagination. To look at the raindrops on your window and wish you hadn't messed up. Wish you hadn't broken the hug just as quick. Wish you had payed more attention to the words that were never said.

It's to crave adventure, yet need peace. It's the feeling you get when you find an old picture that you don't recall taking, or while watching a movie that seems so magical that for a moment, just for a moment, you forget about all those wounds that time could never heal.

To grow up in a small town and fall in love in highschool, only to move to a big city where no one knows your name, where you lose the numbers of people who promised to choose your wedding dress. To live in a tiny apartment overlooking the Eiffel tower, making art that no one will ever know exists, drinking tea that lost it's warmth when you weren't looking, much like your heart.

To time changing the colour of leaves, but not their mind. To being a hopeless romantic, yet never having fallen in love before. To wanting to be different, yet not knowing how to change. To getting lost in the woods, thinking that you found your way out, only to realise that you never did. To being called crazy.

Please don't ever stop believing in magic in a world filled with fear, uncertainty and loneliness .♡

"But perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it."

Chaol Westfall and Dorian Havilliard to Aelin Galathynius at some point.

Every muscle in Chaol’s body locked up as he discovered Aelin now standing at Nesryn’s side. Of course. Of course she’d tracked them here.

Frankly, she didn’t deserve a word out of him, but when she’d hunted him down an hour ago, interrupting a meeting that was so secret that they’d disclosed the location to the rebel leaders only an hour before.

Chaol made it a block before Aelin silently dropped down beside him. He didn’t flinch. “I should have known better.” “You really should have.”

“Again,” Chaol said, “why are you here?” She’d just … snuck up on them. With far too much ease.

Please this is hilarious lmao