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THIS!!! HOLY SHIT!

Nezha's "It's your new quarters. Look, it locks from the inside 4 different ways" and hoping Rin will like it is kinda cute tbh

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remember how in the dragon republic during the battle of red cliffs, nezha was injured and he asked rin to stay with him, please, and she kissed him on the forehead and stayed until he lost consciousness

remember how in the dragon republic on her last night in arlong, rin was injured and instead of asking her to stay, nezha stabbed her in the back and kissed her on the forehead and then stayed with her until she lost consciousness 

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it doesnt go away. it never will.

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thinking about that scene in the dragon republic when rin enters daji’s seal and it shows her what she wants the most, memories she can barely remember and people she’ll never have again, even if she didn’t know it at the time. she saw Masters Irjah and Jima, the two masters whose praise she’d craved her first year at Sinegard, whose classes she’d excelled at the most, Linguistics and Strategy. She saw Kesegi, who she would later sacrifice to rot in a cell, and Tutor Feyrik, whose fate would forever be left unknown, lost to her. Kitay, Altan, Ramsa, all of whom sacrificed their lives for her. And the heavy, heavy implication that they were all gathered for her wedding to Nezha. Because Nezha was the last person Rin loved who hadn’t yet appeared in her vision and his absence was too conspicuous. Because Altan had told her in that vision that he’d “never been too fond of [her fiancé] either,” and Nezha had been the only friend of Rin’s who Altan had never liked, had been paranoid and suspicious of, had told Rin to stop talking to, and had prevented her from dragging out of the fog. Daji’s seal had shown Rin what her subconscious had known and what she had refused to acknowledge (that she loved nezha even then), and what might have been possible in another life if history, the gods, and the whims of humans had not been so cruel. 

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do you ever think about how kitay had a photographic memory which means that every detail of golyn niis was literally frozen in his brain for the rest of his life haha

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Feminine Wiles 101

Here’s the finished Rinvenka piece (:

Click for quality

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something i always wonder about is the aftermath of tbg is the legacy of rin, kitay, and nezha. would they be revered as a trio? would they be told to be as powerful as the trifecta? would they be told as a tragedy? would anyone even know of rin and nezhas almost romance? or would it be embellished to the point of an entirely new story? or would it be a reiteration of the red emperor and tearza? would nezha try his best to erase them, pieces of them, from history, not out of hatred, but merely to protect himself from the pain of their legacy? to preserve the memory of the people he loved most? i wonder if he would let their story be turned into a legend or if he would burn it to ash. i wonder how he’d carry their legacy on his already weakened shoulders.

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hey poppy war fandom,,,,,,, I’m here to serve you some pain

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i’m back on tumblr precisely bc i’m still so addicted to the poppy war i had to see the fan art. 

@fictionnet event 08 : favourite book — THE POPPY WAR, r. f. kuang.

i am the force of creation. i am the end and the beginning. the world is a painting and i hold the brush. i am a god.

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i love you insane, unhinged female characters who fuck everything up. i love you female rage that ruins everything else. i love you evil women who don't give a shit.

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choose a partner who is good for you. not good for your parents. not good for your image. not good for your bank account. choose someone who’s going to make your life emotionally fulfilling.

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And it’s hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping and salty and tired

Sarah Kay, The Type.

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“I can’t help it,” she told him, “It is so much easier for me to be a messy pile of shit than to be the right one for you to love.” “That’s okay,” he smiled, “I’m fine with anything,” “As long as you keep me tangled in all of your mess, in your chaotic soul.”

Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #108 // Drown me in your chaos (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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raGE

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

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true love

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Even though her velvet lips taste very much like loneliness and emptiness, It will not stop you from loving her. In fact, you will grow to want more of her. Given to you the world and it still will not be enough. Nothing else is enough, After her.

Lukas W. // Nothing else is enough (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

Lukas W. Is the best goddarn poet in the universe. (I’m sorry Lang Leav)