I Romantically Stand Outside Your Window And Hold Up My IPhone To Blast Our Song. A 30 Second Ad Plays

i romantically stand outside your window and hold up my iPhone to blast our song. a 30 second ad plays first

if you search a tag on someone's blog on the mobile app it will show you only a selection of posts in an inscrutably random order but if you go to a mobile browser and type [blog url].tumblr.com/tagged/[tag] you will get all posts on that blog with that tag in reverse chronological order. if you add /chrono behind it you get them in regular chronological order. naturally this works in desktop browsers too but i know many people are mobile only these days and the app's built in tag search is shit so this knowledge is vital to your survival

Would you consider a part 2 for the fic where nesta just does as she’s told? Maybe where Cassian confronts the inner circle about it?

Pretty please <3

I’m not sure this is the closure people are looking for from this but uh … this is what came out. Sorry everyone.

Feyre rolled her eyes before Cassian could even finish speaking. It wasn’t like her, to be so dismissive. But that look in her blue-grey eyes, so alive that it twisted his gut thinking of the shade, it was pure dismissal.

“Listen, Cass,” she sighed, as if speaking to Nyx when he wouldn’t finish his mushed up sweet potatoes. “I … I don’t know what went on between you and my sister in the war. I know that she pushes your buttons and I know that you two have your … whatever it is, but just because Nesta doesn’t want to play that game anymore doesn’t mean anything is wrong with her. She’s finally herself again.”

“No she isn’t,” Cassian insisted. “She’s … I don’t know, faking it. Going through the motions. She’s -“

“Healing,” Feyre said with yet another sigh. “She’s healing, Cassian.”

“She’s numb, Feyre. And I swear to the Cauldron if you sigh at me one more time-“

“You haven’t known her as long as I have!” Feyre crossed her arms over her chest, clearly fighting back a fucking sigh. “You didn’t know her when she was young. Before we lost everything …” Feyre swallowed hard, shifting on her toes. “This is what she was like. Free, unburdened, quiet. I’m sorry that you liked the version of her that was bitter and afraid, but that wasn’t her. Not really. This is her.”

“Bullshit,” Cassian spat. “You said it yourself months ago. Nesta is like a wolf who never got to be a wolf. If she acted like this when you were rich humans it was only because she thought that’s what the world wanted from her!” Cassian knew Nesta. Feyre was her sister, had known her longer, but Cassian … Cassian knew her. In his bones, in his soul, the piece of him that was … not missing, that wasn’t how to describe it. The piece of him that was reaching. It knew. He knew.

This was not Nesta.

“Even if that is true,” Feyre sighed, “it just proves my point. She is healing. Finally. It took me so long to remember who I was again and Nesta … she’s been through so much. We all have.”

Suddenly, Cassian understood why Nesta snapped when he tried to shove stories about Rhys and Feyre and their special little journey’s down her throat.

“She. Is. Not. Ok.”

“She is,” Feyre spat. Hands tightening and jaw clenching. “She is fine. My family is finally together and happy and I won’t let you ruin it because she won’t fuck you, Cassian!”

Cassian stumbled back three steps. Feyre’s hand flew to her mouth. “I didn’t. Cassian I didn’t mean that. I know-”

“It’s fine, Feyre.” Cassian held his hands up in surrender. “I get it.”

And he did.

He should have gotten it a long time ago.

It was never about Nesta or her behaviour or her power. It was about Feyre, it had always been about Feyre.

Rhys’s plan, the insistence on training, it wasn’t about Nesta.

Nesta never wanted to be a warrior. She said it herself, there are other ways to be strong.

The plan … the entire plan had never been about Nesta.

It was about Feyre.

Fixing Nesta when she was never broken.

Creating impossible choices.

Using him to manipulate her.

No one had ever cared if Nesta got better. They only cared that Feyre was happy. That Feyre had her family. That nothing upset Feyre after everything she went through.

And the worst part of it all was that Cassian couldn’t even blame anyone. He couldn’t blame Feyre for wanting to believe that everything was finally fine. He couldn’t blame Rhys for doing all of this because … he was doing everything he could to protect his mate. To make her happy.

The same thing that Cassian was supposed to do for Nesta.

He was supposed to be the one on her side the way Rhys was on Feyre’s.

Complete loyalty.

He was supposed to protect her, and instead he broke her.

Failed her in every way a male could possibly fail.

Nesta Archeron had lived through a war, had removed multiple heads with her bare hands, had been shoved into the freezing waters of good and evil and creation itself and had her humanity ripped away.

But none of that broke her.

None of that was the worst thing to happen to her.

He was.

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Hmm just wanted a place to post this lol

So last night I had a dream about Corpse Husband. (So basically, I've been listening to his music all day and now he's invaded my dreams at night. It's an all around good time.)

In this dream, I was just casually enjoying his music with my headphones and the lyrics are on the screen of my phone (I was listening to E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE lmao). Well, my mom is hovering around and happens to read the lyrics. All of a sudden she gives me this weird look and starts demanding that I explain why I'm listening to it. And I'm getting straight up defensive because "I'm a grown ass woman, what do you mean explain?"

So anyway, I actually do start defending him saying things like:

"But mom he's really nice and funny!"

"His music is ☠🦴🔪, but his personality is 🥺💕."

Like words just stop coming out, and literal emojis are floating over my head. My mom is giving me even more of a strange look at this point, but before she can say anything the genre switches. Suddenly, I'm watching a black and white film about man that sings blues marrying a girl that dances swing.

And then I wake up—

There was absolutely no point to this I just wanted to put my dream out there. 😂

Please everyone, start talking and posting about #JusticeForAteen.

ATeen is a 10 member KPop boy group which debuted this year. Recently 6 of the members have reported that they were sexually abused by the CEO’s Wife from their Company (DS&A)

Not much information has been released because many of the large sites haven’t posted about this story. The group has taken a hault on all activities to fight for justice, even taking over their instagram and deleting their posts on social media, then posting a photo pleading for help and support in their battle.

(These posts were translated, since I do not speak korean, and were confirmed by many fluent/native speakers)

I also included the more informative post that is attached under the same picture in the comments.

The members age range is from 1992-2001. Majority of members being 1996 and under.

Please spread awareness on this issue. Women aren’t only the victims, and it can happen to anyone in any industry.