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The difference between Rhys’ and Tam’s dramatic entrances 

Rhysand’s Entrances

Tamlin’s Entrances

I am so fascinated by the way they’re falling in love, it’s so fragile and soft. sometimes they have those types of flirting that you blink and you miss it, but you don’t want to miss anything so you pay close attention to everything. and suddenly you can see how Yousef look at her and how Sana glows every time she catches him, they haven’t even properly touched yet, not even a handshake, i think and yet…. you can see by simple actions like that fb message he sent supporting her or he starting conversations just to see her smile, how gone is that boy for her.

It’s Okay Not to Be Okay

I should have waited for this drama to finish before I started it because waiting each week is going to be torture.  But maybe waiting is good.  It gives you time to think about all the things it makes you feel.

I’m putting this behind a cut ‘cause it’s spoilery and people can skip it if they haven’t watched the newest episodes.

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It blows my fucking mind that there are people out there who read a book and don’t end up shipping characters like honestly I’m at the point where I’m shipping strangers on the bus

The aftermath of the debate is quite hilarious !!!

Just some of my favorite tweets from the night

Character A : Sweet, brave, selfless, always with an adorable smile on their face, would do anything for their friends.

Character B : Sassy, sarcastic , constantly getting into trouble , always rolling their eyes, 100% done with everyone's shit.

Me: i ship it.

So I may be judgmental and choosy about what I consume, but I am absolutely firm in my belief that everyone who wants to try writing should do so. I will encourage anyone I come across to write fanfic. If I see your post about trying out a story or working on a chapter, I will like the shit out of that post. I’ll probably comment. I don’t care if you ship my notp: you should write that fanfic right now, tonight. Even if it’s your first time trying to write fiction. Even if you’ve only got a few lines of dialogue in your mind. Even if it starts as just an outline.

I think fanfic can be a beautiful act of creative expression and I felt that in my bones even when I started writing as a nervous tween. I feel it on days when I can’t write yet but I’m building up to the day when I will. I feel it now. And fucking trust me–you deserve to feel it too.

No one else can write the story that you can write. No one else has the words you have. That movie running in the back of your mind, that moment of a character experiencing a dramatic revelation, that mental image of the grandest first kiss you can imagine… That’s yours. You can write it, you can create it, and nothing can take that power away from you.

I’ll cheer you on if you need cheering. I can’t promise to read stuff but I’ll listen and I’ll tell you to go for it and I’ll whoop when you say you had a good writing session. Encourage you to love those OCs, that OTP, the long building twist, the narrative poem.

Fanfic is fucking amazing. Art is amazing. You can start any day you want. It’s here for you.

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let me tell you why

this scene was so important to me and, i bet, to a lot of mentally ill people

it’s because

isak valtersen, this small boy that threw the word “crazy” around when referring to his mentally ill mother, is now looking straight into his lover’s eyes and saying: no. you are wrong. this will work. 

it’s because isak refused to let Even push him away. we’ve all done this, i assure you. every mentally ill person. exactly because of why Even did it: we were afraid. scared to lose someone. scared to hurt them. and, unfortunately, sometimes, those people let us push them away. and we lose them. and it hurts, because then we think it’s our fault. we’re not enough to fight for. we’re not enough to stay for. we’re not enough.

but not isak. he stood his ground and with tears in his eyes he told Even they were going to take this minute by minute. he told him he wasn’t leaving him. he told a somber boy, during a depressive episode, exactly what a lot of us need to hear sometimes.

and Even looked into this boy’s eyes, who just a couple of months ago refused to even utter the word “gay” without the word “not” in the same sentence, and saw it. 

he saw that he was enough to fight for. enough to stay for. enough.

and that’s why this is so important.

because we can be loved. we are enough.

City of Ghosts by Victoria Schwab