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WAKE THE FUCK UP SHADOW AND BONE SEASON 2 NEXT MONTH I CSNR BREATHEEEEEE

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OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 I'VE READ ALL THE KAZ BREKKER IMAGINES IN TUMBLR I DONT HAVE ANYMORE TO READ ..... My insanity is showing Uh oh

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He would say that actually . And that thought alone makes me giggle

Wylan: hey Jesper? could you do something for me?

Jesper: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my own dna at the crime scene and take the blame for it if you asked me to

Wylan: great, can you do the dishes?

Jesper: fuck you and your dishes

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no one fucking talk to me..

You ever just having a normal day and then suddenly you remember how when Inej put Kaz’s gloves on she noticed the thin slashes in the fingertips? How she acknowledged that they were so he could keep contact with cards/coins/wallets when doing slight if hand? How she described it as ‘touch without touch’? And how it really meant that her wearing his gloves was the closest they could come to holding hands? That they were touching without touching?

Yeah me neither.

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HOW THE HELL DO YOU USE TUMBLR ...

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Literally sobbing from this

HAVEN’T I GIVEN ENOUGH? ( Six of Crows x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! I love this idea! I LIVE for angst / sad endings.. <3

prompt : Y/N wants to leave Ketterdam, but someone holds her back from doing so..

pairing : Wylan Van Eck x Older Sister! Reader, Six of Crows x Platonic! Reader

Staring at the wrinkled ticket in her hand, she knew that she didn’t leave for another three hours. She had plenty of time to say goodbye. But, she didn’t want to. She knew that if she took the time to say goodbye, guilt would start to seep in. She’d be convinced to stay. She didn’t want that. She wanted to go. To leave and not have to worry about a promise of returning. 

Chewing on her bottom lip, she lifts her eyes from the ticket, choosing to stare at the busy dock. Watching the people passing and going, muttering sea shanties under their breaths. Watching how crew members unload and reload their ships with crates. On the bitter smell of the spices and sea salt that lingered in the air. She wouldn’t miss any of this. 

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls out. 

“Jesper?” She whispers, fear filling her. 

Taking a fearful step back, she tightly grips onto the ticket, scared that he would try to take it away from her. He’d try to make her stay. She didn’t want that. He takes a step forward. She takes another step back, her legs hitting the back of her suitcase. His eyes dart down to the suitcase, she shifts, trying to cover it with her skirt. He doesn’t need to know. She could just play it off as spying on someone. Or handling family matters. 

“What are you doing here?” He questions, furrowing his brows together. 

“I⎯um⎯I..” She stutters out, her confidence completely gone. 

“Are you leaving?” He asks, an almost hurt look on his face.

“No..Yes?” She tries, not sure how to answer. 

“What⎯Why are you leaving? Has something happened? Are you okay?” He rambles, a look of concern taking over his face. 

Weakly nodding her head, her hands tremble at her side, her heart pounding frantically in her chest. If he was a Heartrender he’d know something was wrong. But, he wasn’t. All she had to do was lie her way out of this one. Opening her mouth to speak, nothing comes out, but a weak ‘yeah’. What was she going to even say? What would sound real enough for  him to believe? Something that wouldn’t make anyone question her leaving? 

“I’m fine, I have something I need to do. That’s all.” She whispers, which was technically the truth. 

“That requires you to come to the docks?” He raises a brow, “All by yourself? Without anyone knowing?”

“Yes. Um⎯A great Uncle of mine, needs help? And I’ve come to help him..?” She lies, her voice raising at the end. 

“You don’t have any great Uncle’s, Y/N. Your Uncle Fred died three years ago, Wylan told me.” He sighs, “What are you really doing here?”

“If I tell you, you’ll try to stop me. So let’s just pretend we didn’t see each other, yes?” She tries to deflect, her nerves growing. 

“It can’t be that bad⎯” He laughs, but she cuts him off.

“For Saints sake, Jesper! I’m leaving for good! What don’t you get about that?” She blurts out, frustrated by his stupid ramblings. 

His face pales at her words. Okay, perhaps, she shouldn’t have said it like that. Gulping down the lump in her throat, he stares at her with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing. And for a split second, she’s scared he’d bolt for the Crow Club. Ready to tell everyone her plans. Blinking a few times, the color slowly returns to his face, stutters of words come out of his mouth. Clearing his throat, his voice cracks, was it out of fear? Sadness? Nervousness? She couldn’t tell. 

“Where will you go?” He asks, 

“I have friends in Shu Han. They’ve offered to take me in.” She lies.

No, she wasn’t. She had a ticket to Ravka. But, he didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need Kaz ‘I care about no one’ Brekker to search the whole bloody country looking for her. But, it wasn’t like she was in debt to him. She was just a bargaining chip in keeping Wylan in place. Another reason for her to leave. 

“Can I ask why?”

“I’ve spent my whole life caring for Wylan. I never got the chance to do anything for myself. It was always,” She mocks her father’s voice, “Take care of Wylan, Y/N..Wylan wants to do this, Y/N..Just do whatever your brother wants, Y/N..”

She pauses, not trusting her voice. Licking her bottom lip, she tries to not think too hard about it. But, she doesn’t help but take a trip down memory lane. She never not got to do the things she wanted. It was always whatever Wylan or her father wanted her to do. Wylan wanted to visit the Universities Lab? She’d have to go with him. Her father wanted her to learn how to sew? Off to the market to get silks for her to practice with. 

“Haven’t I given enough?” She questions, “When is it my turn to be selfish, hmm? Or am I supposed to just grit my teeth and ignore my needs⎯my wants?”

Holding his hands up in defense, she remembers that it wasn’t Jesper who had forced her. He was innocent in all of this bullshit. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, her shoulders sag, exhaustion taking over. She had given and given so much. Why was it such a big deal whenever she decided to stop? When she decided to be selfish? 

“If⎯If leaving is what you need to do, then do it. I won’t stop you. But, what about Kaz? Wylan? Do they know of your plans?” He nods, making her stomach fill with dread. 

“Tell them I’ve died for all I care. Just please let me go. I can’t spend any longer in this city, I need to leave.” She begs, “I need to take care of myself. I haven’t been able to do that in a long time, Jes.”

“Will you ever come back?” He asks, tears building up in his eyes.

“I..I don’t know yet.” She answers honestly. 

More tears build up in his eyes. Shit. Shit. Shit! Biting down hard on her tongue, she resists the urge to make a promise to come back. She couldn’t promise him. It would be all she thought about while in Ravka. She’d let it overtake everything. She’d once again push herself to the side. Forcing down the guilt that threatened to fill her. She tightens her grip on the ticket, the feeling of the paper keeping her grounded. She was going to Ravka and that was the end of it. 

“Promise to send letters? Just as a way of knowing that you are alive and well?” He asks, a wobbly smile on his face. 

“I will.” She nods, “Just promise me, you’ll look after him?” 

“I will.” He nods. 

Relief fills her at his promise. He was going to take good care of him. She just knows it. Offering him a soft smile,  she took a step back, ticket grasped tightly in hand. She’d be leaving soon. A giddy feeling blooms in her chest, she’d be going to Ravka soon. She’d find work. Get herself a nice little cottage in the countryside. Maybe, meet someone special. Picking up her suitcase from the floor, she tries not to show too much of her excitement. Turning to Jesper, tears fall down his cheeks, a trembling smile struggling to stay on his face.

“Do take care of yourself Jesper.” She waves. 

“I will! I will! Now off you go, before one of us starts to cry!” He waves, his voice cracking.

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WHY IS THISBSO FUNNY ?????

this is the funniest god damn thing ive ever seen

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CRYING.

in love with the concept of Philip growing up to be a little same sex attracted and absolutely losing his shit over it because obviously he's been taught casual homophobia all his life.

so not knowing what else to do, feeling wrong, he goes to his dad. tries to explain himself in a collected and levelheaded way only to break down completely because this has been burdening him for so long, it's been driving him insane, there's something wrong with him and he's the eldest son, he's not supposed to be this way, he has to carry on the family name, what will his parents say-

and then his father takes him by the shoulders. wipes his tears tenderly. looks him in the eye, tells him, "shh, sweet boy, you're not alone. I promise, you're not alone."

Philip is stunned into silence when his father hugs him close (doesn't yell and throw him out like he'd secretly feared he would) and begins to speak quietly, his lips moving against the top of his head,

"I was around your age, and his name was John Laurens."

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another virus is going around

i just got home and saw a message from a mutual i’ve never talked to, about a birthday gift. DONT CLICK ON THE LINK. i haven’t so i don’t know what it does, but i’ve heard it logs you out and sends you to a fake tumblr to take your information. it’s a hack. and it fucks up your computer/laptop/phone/device.

this is what the message looks like, and if you click the link, it sends it to every single one of your mutuals (or possibly ALL THE PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW YOU)

WHOEVER IS MAKING THESE VIRUSES, ARE MAKING NEW ONES THAT SEEM MORE REALISTIC. THEY ARENT USING CAPITALIZATION ANYMORE SO IT LOOKS MORE “REAL” BUT I SWEAR TO YOU ITS FALSE

PLEASE REBLOG THIS TO WARN YOUR FOLLOWERS, TO SAFE SAFE BECAUSE MORE ARE BEING MADE.

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Anyways happy Black History Month!

Remember to support Black people! Not just famous black people, but Black people in your everyday life. Elevate their voices. Listen to them. Black men, women and nonbinary people. Lightskin and darkskin Black people. Disabled Black people, Black people with all sorts of conditions. LGBTQ+ and cishet Black people. Black people all over the world.

Not just February, but every day of every month, every year.

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Reblog if you support equal rights because I do 💕

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fred and george frequently trick the hogwarts toad choir into singing meme songs

their rendition of the numa numa song was glorious and beautiful

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at Y/N’s funeral

Fed: so now that we’re all gathered here, I just wanna say-

Fred: Y/N’s not actually dead

Y/N, getting out of the coffin: I am, however, keeping all the sympathy gifts

George: if anybody’s objecting, they can take it up with us in the parking lot

the rest of the Weasleys:

the Malfoys:

Dumbledore:

McGonagall:

Snape:

Y/N: thank you for coming

Y/N: appreciate it