#theunseeliecourt

[jeanmoreaux]

character posters ☰ tessa gray, the infernal devices (requested by @theunseeliecourt)

[honeygcth]

august: a playlist [x]

i. the breach dustin tebbutt / ii. out of the dark dia frampton / iii. even if it’s a lie matt maltese / iv. sick of losing soulmates dodie / v. party’s over astrid s / vi. why sabrina carpenter / vii. goodbye echosmith / viii. local long distance relationship saint motel / ix. for you léon / x. warmer bea miller / xi. go gina sza / xii. in my feelings lana del rey  

[princecardan]

Y.A. LIT MEME [4/6 locations] ⇒ the night court, a court of thorns and roses

There is a permanent divide within my court. We allow the world to see the other half, to fear them— so that they might never guess this place thrives here. And we allow the Court of Nightmares to continue, blind to Velaris’s existence.

[pushkins]

regulus black sat on the edge of a putrid lake that spouted bodies like a volcano spouts ash from its cone. he has been sitting there for fifteen minutes filling the loneliness with memories of a lifetime that has become too whitewashed to recall, only the other death eaters stand out like splashes of colour in green and red and black, all too angry at the world.

(he is going to die soon).

that was what they had been: angry, misguided children that had grown to commit acts of unforgivable nature. falling, one by one — drawn in by a gravitational pull exacerbated by the increasing number of friends who joined. the yes was easy; what came after was hard. and before anyone understood they were at war.

it became a conflict of attrition, expanding with voldemort's power until they came so close to touching the light, and regulus' discovery was an accident of curiosity. evan touching his knee ever so lightly before crawling off to bed and leaving regulus with his books; had evan insisted regulus would've gone with him: weary, defeated, suspicions festering.

the younger death eaters are a close band of unruly children brought to heel under voldemort's spells; they are his foot soldiers, removing obstacles and dying with his black mark on their skin.

regulus, evan, wilkes, rabastan had compared their marks right away: their skin tingling with ink and magic and a sense of belonging. firewhiskey bottles, dares, duels — regulus remembers the elation then, laughing as evan kissed him against a lamppost, moths fluttering overhead. it had been a warm summer; wilkes catcalling, rabastan rolling his eyes, for regulus there had been nothing but his heart repeating a name, a promise.

and then the realisation came too late: they had always been fighting on the wrong side. they had been on the wrong side for so long they had grown into monsters. the understanding came to regulus at the crack of dawn following a long night of insomnia after discovering voldemort's secret, evan's breath slow and even next to him.

regulus black was cunning, he would find a way. because regulus and sirius black loved their friends from different sides of the war. and regulus never wanted his friends, his family to die.

this all had to end; the fall had to begin here, from within.

— untitled  || Eliot C. || inspired by(x)

[rorygilmore]

The Dark Artifices: There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.

[denaerystargaryen]

tdaappreciationweek17: free for all

[immortalspacelesbian]

Edit - Cho Chang

“Beautiful. Kind. Sad”

[fleur]

you have such a distinct editing style that i can recognise your edits even without looking at the url. i love your aesthetic so so much!!!

aaah this was such a nice message to wake up to ! asdfghjk thank you so much ishani omg, i love your edits sm this really means a lot from you ee

[dogmotifs]

it's 14:30 and I'm thinking about how to write this fanfic w/o being cringey.

listen just write what u think is good, that’s all that matters, ur happiness is the most important thing here !!

anonymously tell me what time it is there and what you’re thinking about.

[mavencalore]

It's 22:43 and I'm thinking of all the msgs YOU haven't replied to jfc nice how do ppl not think you're dead

i KNOW right i feel so bad omfg maybe i’ll get around to replying to them all one day

anonymously (or not) send me what time is it there and what ur thinking!!!

[honeygcth]

july: a playlist [x]

i. high on humans oh wonder / ii. creatures(acoustic) shannon saunders / iii. howling cathedrals / iv. watch billie eilish / v. praying kesha / vi. walking away haim / vii. 100 letters halsey / viii. 1-800-273-8255 logic / ix. sober lorde / x. for elise saint motel / xi. plastic 100c sampha / xii. loud(y) lewis del mar

[princecardan]

She’d known where that blast was about to hit. Cassian had been right in the center of it. Or would have been, if she hadn’t called him away.

[pushkins]

Padme Amidala is a ghost.

She’s an electric blue outline filled in with shades of dove white and steel-hull grey. When she smiles the galaxy shines that much brighter, hope filling the corners where darkness has lingered for far too long.

She seldom dreams of the galaxy since she became a memory trapped beneath a respirator and shell-like black armour. She sees Star Destroyers like stars  — leaving a history of ruins from which children emerge as fledgling warriors. 

She commits each name to memory, tangled names weaving her dress even as she forgets her own beneath the molten ore of Mustafar, inside a bacta tank, inside a bleak fortress suspended by gravity. This is not the legacy envisioned (when tangled in bed with Anakin’s steady heartbeat against her they talked of the future; an ongoing horizon of possibilities, filled with lives as constellations: bright, bright, bright).

— she smells sulphur, then the sterile hospital chemicals; it’s dark.

—bisections of stars; scene v(x) || Eliot C. ||

[chaosbisexual]

playlists; t h e  m a r a u d e r s

“mischief managed.“

listen here  

[denaerystargaryen]

tdaappreciationweek17: favorite scene

“She was still coughing, choking, looking up at him with frightened eyes. She saw the same fear mirrored on his face; she wanted to tell him it would be all right, everything was going to be fine, but she couldn’t speak past the water in her throat. He fumbled a stele from his belt and she felt the tip burn against her skin. Her head fell back as the rune formed. She saw the moon over her, behind Julian’s head like a halo. She wanted to tell him he had a halo. Maybe he’d think it was funny. But the words were drowning in her chest. She was drowning. Dying on land. The rune was finished. Julian pulled the stele back and Emma’s chest seemed to cave in. She cried out, and water exploded from her lungs. She curled up, racked with deep coughs. It hurt as her body expelled the seawater, as if she were being turned inside out. She felt Julian’s hand on her back, his fingers between her shoulder blades, holding her steady.”

[immortalspacelesbian]

Hey hey hey!!! I have nothing to celebrate lol sorry for the awful banner. so I wanted to make a fandom family so I can appreciate all you guys cause I love you all. I don’t actually know what to put so um yeah *incorporate message about how grateful I am and how much I love you all because I just love you so much words cant express it*

I’d love it so so much if people joined my family!!!!

so rules:

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