#userzara

[saturnstomars]

lilah’s milestone celeb — captain swan 
requested by @sobachka and @oretsevvs “What are we looking at?”
“The horizon.”
“Is it doing something?”
“Well I just thought you’d find it calming.”
“It is. So is rum.”

[arkania]

sam’s digging through dean’s things and he finds a scrap of paper with coordinates, just like their dad used to leave behind when they were younger. unsure of what it means, sam goes to that very same spot. it’s a meadow, a peaceful one that he’s never seen. there’s a windmill and a brook, too. slowly, a memory floats to the surface of his mind—one of the time when cas just came back and it hits him. this place is where cas’ ashes were spread. he goes back to the bunker only to return the next day with dean’s to spread them there too. it’s peaceful, sam thinks, and dean would like it here. he would like it here with cas.

[aleds]

@grishaverseonline mission 06: free for all

we are all someone’s monster.

[juliettecai]

@grishaverseonline mission 06: free for all — ( creation 03. ) + MAKE ME CHOOSE. @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 asked: jurdan or kanej? + @metalsbenders asked: kaz and inej or zoya and nikolai?

we never stop fighting.

[exy101]

@grishaverseonline​ mission 04: characters of color

i'm already a ghost, she thought. i died in the hold of a slaver ship.

[metalsbenders]

The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi 

“history is a myth shaped by the tongues of conquerors.”

[ID: A six image poster-style edit for The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi. 

The first image is of a woman whose body and face are tilted to the side. She is wearing dull gold clothing, golden jewelry, and a sheer veil, which she loosely clasps with her hand. A “t” in a white slabs serif font covering half of the outline of a “t” in a white slab serif font are centered.

The second image is a spiraling staircase covered by a cyan carpet with a gold accent and a light brown railing. Centered and in a white sans serif font is “Wolves were everywhere. In politics, on thrones, in beds. They cut their teeth on history and grew fat on war.”

The third image is of a room with a cyan ceiling/walls with red and gold accents and two arches. Fine art covers the top of the ceiling the bottom of one of the arches. Centered and in a white sans serif font is “Fear grew in places unlit by knowledge.”

The fourth image is of the back of a dull gold/off white dress with a full, pleated skirt and a lace up. A “g” in a white slabs serif font covering half of the outline of a “g” in a white slab serif font is centered.

The fifth image is of a woman with her hand tucked under her chin and her gaze averted to the side of the camera. She is wearing an off white garment and a “w” in a white slabs serif font covering half of the outline of a “w” in a white slab serif font is centered.

The sixth image is of a room with a patterned, cyan ceiling and multiple greco-roman sculptures. Centered and in a white sans serif font is “Make yourself a myth and live within it so that you belong to no one but yourself”. End ID]

(insp.)

[blacksdale]

favourite pairings – julie molina + luke patterson

"you dont have to say anything."

"yeah, i do."

[daywing-moved]

@grishaverseonline mission 02: minor characters

soldiers did not cry. princes did not weep. nikolai knew this. but the tears fell anyway.

❝ D O M I N I K T H E B R A V E . H O L D O N A L I T T L E L O N G E R . . . ❞

[jsperfhey]

MAKE ME CHOOSE. @juliettecai asked: june iparis or wren hanno?

falling in love is the most dangerous thing women like us can do.

[elwinged]

@projectliterature event 01 : 2020 releases — tweet cute

“The tweet that launched a thousand other tweets.”

“To think we were only mildly sleep-deprived, then.”

[saturnstomars]

OUTER BANKS (2020-PRESENT)
↳ “Denial’s underrated. You should try it sometime. It’s highly effective, and it’s only denial if you’re wrong.”

[thefirsttailor]

@grishaverseonline Event 1 Favorite Characters 

You say witch like its a bad thing....

[aleds]

@mcquistonsource event 03 : cover redesign

and the whole world watched, and history remembered.

insp.

[juliettecai]

@mcquistonsource event 03 : cover redesign

In an hour, every person in America will be able to look at a screen and see their First Son and his boyfriend. And, across the Atlantic, almost as many will look up over a beer at a pub or dinner with their family or a quiet night in and see their youngest prince, the most beautiful one, Prince Charming. This is it. October 2, 2020, and the whole world watched, and history remembered.

for @hennawar ♡  happy birthday, lovely!

[exy101]

@grishatober‘s 2020 day 4: canon ships

maybe i liked your stupid face!

[blacksdale]

useless apologies

a crappy zoyalai fic for @chenhideos

sh: zoyalai idk what this is im sorry want one?

Nikolai found Zoya in the palace gardens after their meeting. She sat staring at the distance, a melancholy look in her sapphire eyes. The light from the setting sun cast a faint glow over her, outlining her features as if she were in a painting, her eyes closed with her lashes fanned out against her cheeks, dark hair lifted slightly by the wind. Her kefta was pulled tight around her to fight against the chill in the air, making her seem almost small as if she was folding in on herself. His unbreakable commander somehow seemed fragile, like something had managed to slip through the cracks in the walls she had built up.

Nikolai hated more than anything that he had been the one to cause it.

He took his place beside her on the bench, focusing on the sunset in the distance, trying to keep his heart from pounding faster than it already was. He looked a little higher to see semi-realistic clouds bathed in the light pink and gold of the early evening sky. If Zoya never talked to him again, at least he would get to enjoy this view with her.

“I hope you know,” he began softly, “I really am sorry.”

A huff came from beside him, and he could hear Zoya shift to cross her arms. “Well, you should be.”

Saints, what had he done?

Nikolai had spent so much time trying to earn her trust, trying to get her to hear it, get her to like him. She had come to work with him when she was only 18, having to run a crumbling country when she should still be in school. Despite how she would not have conversations with him outside of official government settings, he had tried his very best to know her, to learn what she liked, what she hated. He had brought her a different tea every day for a month, just so that he could know what made her happy, and when she told him it was chai he found someone to teach him how to properly make it so that she could have it every day. He found out what desserts she liked at parties, which music she liked to listen to while she worked. He had told her about his childhood, his time in the army, about Dominik and how his death destroyed him. He had told her about the time he spent on the Volkvolny, how trapped he had felt when the Darkling had cursed him. He told her about his troubles and anxieties he had about ruling so that she would know the facade he put him wasn’t actually him, hoping that maybe she would see him as a person and someone she could talk with, to know him in a way that was genuine and true. It had taken him a year to earn enough trust from her to the point where she finally told him about where she grew up, her mother’s antics, how Liliyana took her in, how she had run back after the battle with the Darkling to find a scribbled name on a wall to be the only thing left of her aunt. And he had thrown that trust away with a single ignorant question.

“I shouldn’t have been so quick to anger,” he told her, “as you were only asking a simple question. I was just confused since you were the one who pushed me to marry in the first place.” He paused. “I suppose it’s going to be a change for all of us, this marriage. We will be working more with Ehri now.” He smiled sadly at Zoya, whose black hair was obscuring her face as she continued to avoid him. “We have gotten used to our routine. Just you, me, Genya, and David. Our little cohort.”

“That’s not why I’m mad.”

Nikolai turned to see that she was facing him, blue eyes puffy and cheeks flushed. He felt a tug in his chest, and all of his emotions suddenly sank because he had done this. He had somehow managed to crush her, and he didn’t know how. Which meant he couldn’t fix it.

He had told her, “You were the one who said to marry. So why are you so mad that I did?”

All he wanted to do was fix it. The need for her to like him from when they first met suddenly returned, causing his thoughts to race and his pulse to quicken. He needed her to forgive him. She had to. He didn’t even care if she really did; he just wanted to hear it from her so that he could trick himself to think some part of her no longer hated him.

“So,” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, “why are you mad, then?”

Zoya crossed her arms, folding in on herself again, focusing on the horizon again. “You can’t be that oblivious,” she said, her voice flat.

“Zoya, please.” Maybe she would listen if he actually said her name. He tried to take her hand, but she pulled it away from him before he could reach her. “Oblivious to what?”

A sigh came from beside him, and he turned to see a tear run down her cheek. “It would only complicate things if I told you,” she said, her voice breaking at the last word.

A sense of panic suddenly came over him. He reached for her hand again, though he had nothing he could say that he knew would make things better. “There must be something I can do to make this up to you.”

She shook her head, standing up from the bench and wiping her eyes. She looked at him again, the sorrow in her eyes becoming almost too much for him. She didn’t look angry anymore, just sad. “No,” she told him, “it’s not your fault.” She began to walk back toward the palace. “I’ll see you tomorrow, your Highness.”

Staring at the sunset, Nikolai pondered his general until dark. Sometimes he forgot he still had so much to learn about her. He felt so ignorant for never realising something so obvious. Maybe behind all of her anger and walls, she still wished for someone to know her too.