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Casteel and Poppy!

Guys I am SCREAMING!!!! THIS is my poppy! The perfect amount of fluff, thick thighs and the scars, 😭 she is beautiful, so perfect I’m crying!

If you know who’s art this is please comment, they deserve all the praise and credit for this! 🥹

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*acomaf*

Feyre: I’m gonna eat you alive you son of a bitch

Rhys: Cool, and then we’ll have kids together?

Feyre: Yeah. It’s gonna be great

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Azriel: *dramatically watches the rainfall through the window, lit cigarette in hand with a melancholy look on his face* We were born alone and we're going to die alone.

Rhys: For god's sake, Az. Gwyn left three minutes ago to get a book from the library.

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'There are two types of couples'

Gwyn: Do you know what bees make?

Azriel: Honey?

Gwyn: Yes, dear.

Cassian: Do you know what bees make?

Nesta: Some stupid annoying sound. What do you want?

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Gwyn: *is sad*

Azriel: I will veil this world in eternal shadows to make sure whoever hurt you will never see the light of day again

Gwyn: I’d rather just have a hug

Azriel, voice breaking: O-okay

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Nesta: Okay, Gwyn, right hand on Blue.

Gwyn: *ends up on top of Azriel*

Gwyn: You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?

Cassian: Nesta stopped spinning ten turns ago. I’m surprised neither of you’s noticed yet.

Azriel: I have.

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Gwyn: Accept your flaws. You'll feel better, it worked for me.

Azriel: You accepted your flaws?

Gwyn: No, I accepted yours.

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Emerie: We all have our demons

Gwyn: *nodds sagely and points at Azriel* That one is mine

Azriel: *smiles*

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A few years, not to long ago, I used to think that at the age of 22 I would be around the world, living a great adventure. As my birthday is coming, I can help but think where did that dreamer went? Who is she now? Who am I now?

The last week I've bee grieving the opportunities I have lost in the past months, I hit it all at once and suddenly I was just... Breathless, helpless and overwhelmed with everything. Every word that I didn't said, every dream that I didn't lived, and every part of me that I suppressed in the last few years. And last but not least, the guilty...

Sometimes I catch myself thinking, what if this is all a dream and in a while I'll wake up at my parents house with 15yo and then I'll have the opportunity to do it all over again. Better. Better this time.

But it isn't. And I'm not better. I don't know how to be.

Cause I dug so deep that the light became a tiny point in the sky. And I don't know how to crawl back, especially now, that I have people that I'll need to dragged by me. The Weight is just too much.

I don't really know what's the point of this post, or the life itself. But I need to release some of this weight immediately. Otherwise I won't be able to crawl back to me, to who I was.

But I still want to be that person?

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Cass… *tries to catch breath* … Cassian!

The Lord of Bloodshed

Art: artworks_by_rokii

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DAWSON’S CREEK | 6x24 - “…Must Come to An End”