I Think It's Safe To Say That Milo The Goat Is My New Spirit Animal.

Somewhere between thinking of Beth as "the middle sister who dies, what about her?" to "the nice one, the one who wants everyone to be happy", Evelyn Hugo fell in love with Celia St James.

Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible.

Leigh Bardugo, The Crooked KIngdom.

“We say like calls to like, girl. But if the science is small enough, then we are like all things. The light lives in the spaces between. It is there in the soil of that mountain, in the rock and in the snow. The Cut is already made.”

~ Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

When Jessie and Amita started talking about diversity in the industry, and how being Asian and trying to fit in makes you feel like you belong nowhere. And how these characters show young girls that they DO BELONG AND THAT THEY CAN BE BAD BITCHES TOO. I cried. We love it.

Marvel managed to deprive Loki of his first true friend and first crush at the same time. hAhA pAiN.

(I'm not gonna specify who's who so you get to decide :))

friendly reminder that the god of mischief, Loki Laufeyson SMILED WHEN MOBIUS TOLD HIM THAT HE COULD BE WHOEVER HE WANTED, EVEN SOMEONE GOOD.

Once, there was a young prince who was born in a castle. His mother was a princess scholar, and his father was the most handsome, feared knight in all the land. As a boy, people would bring him everything he could ever dream of wanting. The most beautiful silk clothes, ripe fruit from the orangery.

At times, he was so happy, he felt he would never grow tired of being a prince. He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body. When he was small, his family would smile and laugh and say he would grow out of it one day. But as he grew, it stayed where it was, red and visible and alive. He didn’t mind it very much, but every day, the family’s fear grew that the people of the kingdom would soon notice and turn their backs on the prince.

His grandmother, the queen, lived in a high tower, where she spoke only of the other princes, past and present, who were born whole.

Then, the prince’s father, the knight, was struck down in battle. The lance tore open his armor and his body and left him bleeding in the dust. And so, when the queen sent new clothes, armor for the prince to parcel his heart away safe, the prince’s mother did not stop her. For she was afraid, now: afraid of her son’s heart torn open too.

So the prince wore it, and for many years, he believed it was right.

Until he met the most devastatingly gorgeous peasant boy from a nearby village who said absolutely ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years and who turned out to be the most mad sort of sorcerer, one who could conjure up things like gold and vodka shots and apricot tarts out of absolutely nothing, and the prince’s whole life went up in a puff of dazzling purple smoke, and the kingdom said, “I can’t believe we’re all so surprised.”

Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you'll meet a boy who'll learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.

~Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows.

Are we out of the woods yet?

A sapphic vampire show with angst and slowburn, created by V.E Schwab coming out during the fruity month??????💳💥💳💥💳💥