My buddy @siggiedraws sent me this and I legitimately actually no joke for real bawled my eyes out guess when i did
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Having a new FP feels like..
You're so...so...
I can't even put into words the way I feel.
The things that make you so perfect.
Everything that makes you you occupies every inch of my head.
I notice every little thing about you.
I missed this feeling.
That feeling of having someone to think of, somebody to base my thoughts on. My mind and heart has missed this.
Such a warm feeling, isn't it? Always wondering how you're doing.
You're the only thing that matters. Why did I care about other trivial things so much before?
Seeing you makes me happy.
Seeing you interact with others too often does not make me happy.
That's a ridiculous thought, though. You should have the freedom to interact with whoever you want.
I know this logically. Rationally.
Then why can't I so easily get rid of this emotional pain?
Why don't you think of me like how I think of you?
This is what I needed, right?
Of course, of course...
I never needed anything else. This is what I missed.
Then why?
Why do I feel so sick?
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Favourite Fics || A Court of Thorns and Roses
⛓️ THE OTHER SIDE OF THE APOCALYPSE ⛓️ by @the-lonelybarricade and @separatist-apologist
Blade in hand, she pressed one hand to his chest, slamming him so hard against an ancient oak the whole thing shook a rainbow of foliage around them. Rhys bared his teeth as the jagged end of her dagger pressed against his throat. Knee against his balls, Rhys felt as if he was losing his mind. She smelled of pear and lilac and her hair caught copper beneath a soft shaft of sunlight.
Her eyes swore she hated him. “How long will you continue to contradict me?” she demanded.
Despite his pounding heart, Rhys forced himself to relax. “Harder, Feyre darling.” (The Other Side Of The Apocalypse, Chapter 3)
You can read The Other Side Of The Apocalypse here!
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Weiss: Anxiety disorder? I have it quite well arranged, I would say!
Ruby, patting Weiss’ shoulder: Oh, Weissy, Weissy… You do not
Weiss: Yes I do!
Whitley: I watched you spend half of the Gala last month screaming at a delivery man for bringing ‘Balboa Mist’ instead of ‘Collingwood’ and then spend the rest of the month hazarding about how you lost your tone at the guy?
Weiss, huffing: In retrospect I realized I was being rude!! I felt terrible!
Ruby: Of course you did-
Willow: Oh, don’t forget about your calling me every day for two weeks prior to an SDC event about a speech. Which you then spent two minutes performing to thunderous applause even when it was basically just an opening act.
Weiss: Again, stress! I wanted to make a good impression for the event.
Winter: What about that time you and Ruby has a ‘rendezvous’ in the Manor but ran around like chickens without heads trying to sneak around despite everyone here knowing you were dating, borderline proposing at that point?
Cinder: That was comedy
Weiss, bright red: I would be embarrassed to death if any of you saw me bringing Ruby around-! Oh, maybe I do have some issues
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