Let My Friends Each Pick What Color They Think I Am, And Decided That's How I'm Going To Decorate My

😂😂😂 My friends send me the best things.

Please money cat, have mercy on my poor pitiable soul

Okay so in Highschool my friend, who is Arabic, never saw any characters she related to in stories until she read Vampire Academy and there was Rose Hathaway. Rose Hathaway in the books is described to be darker toned with dark, thick hair, and dark eyes, which we later found out she inherited from Her TURKISH father. My friend was so happy that when the movie dropped she insisted we see it, except the actress for Rose wasn't middle eastern. Then the TV show came out and agian not middle eastern. For f*cks sake Vampire Academy has twice now dropped the ball on getting the appropriate actress for Rose Hathaway, because all my friend wants to see is a badass middle eastern Women who isn’t painted as a damsel in distress or terrorist, is that too much to ask???????

Might fuck around and make a couple of playlist. Got to find the aesthetic for each of them first though.

Reblogging for a good job after graduation

Four modes actually, you forgot adopt

Humans have three modes: fuck, pet and eat. Whatever you are, wherever you are, know; if a human looks at you, one of these will activate and you can’t escape.

Went on a Photography binge today

My head game must be fantastic because life sure does like fucking me 🙂

No one talk to me my current fic obsession just dropped another chapter

Dorian saw their armor, the gleaming silver and white—is that a Valkyrie?

His stomach lurched. His head swam. Am I dead? Shit. I must be dead. That had to be it. Because the Valkyries were gone. Legends. Long dead. They were stories.

The copper-haired one moved fast, so fast his sluggish mind barely tracked it, twin swords flashing as she blocked Solon’s next strike with terrifying precision. The winged one had her blade raised, defensive, to cover him.

Valkyries were lethal. They are going to kill Solon. Through the haze of blood loss and exhaustion, the words tore from his throat, desperate, frantic— “Do not kill him! They are under the Queen’s control!”

He was hallucinating. He had to be hallucinating. Because instead of ignoring him, instead of cutting Solon down, the copper-haired one nodded. They fought in a seamless tandem, matched each other's rhythm, Blades flashed, swift and brutal, locking Solon’s movements. Smoke curled around their ankles, but they stepped through it with ease, dodging and parrying until—

Solon went down. They had him pinned. He was alive.

Dorian slumped against the nearest thing that could hold him upright, panting, still trying to process what the hells just happened. Then, because he was either concussed, dying, or absolutely losing his mind, he managed, hoarse and utterly delirious—

"I’m either dead or hallucinating… either way, you two are terrifyingly beautiful."

Both warriors turned to stare at him. Twin glares, sharp as their blades, promising a swift end if he wasted another breath on nonsense.

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Libraries were my safe haven as a child, and the old librarian would keep the library open way past closing to make sure I had somewhere safe to be until I could go home.