I Represent To You - Azrien

gabi’s 500 celeb - make me choose: lily chen or ariadne bridgestock 

Keep your head up, Ariadne,she told herself. 

You can do this. “Hello, Anna,” Ariadne said. 

made for @genyalina

Feyre, Bryce and Aelin ❤️

I’m so in love by this fantastic art by @kynerie.

This three badass girls will always have my heart.

lucie & cordelia, for @cordeliaheronstairsx  ♡

The Men from the Throne of Glass series (Left to right: Chaol, Dorian, Rowan, Aedion, Sam)

All these tears can water a whole forest of heartbreak

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.

So, this is a really, REALLY crazy theory of TWP, but...

F*CKING ASH MORGENSTERN IS THAT YOU?!

Nesta reading her book while Lucien flirts with Elain like:

Which Shadowhunters book series is your favorite?

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When you ship something you know will never happen.