Shadow Hunters:

Shadow Hunters: 

You're in for a long ride... 1 series...2 series...3 series...4 series...5 series...6 series and 3 huge ass novelas. Once you're in--there is no way out. But you won’t want a way out. 

Yes, we have a TV show...no it is not like the books and yes it is trash (fight me). Humour (hell yes, even when their shouldn't be...Herondales got your back making tense situations lighter since 1234 ;)  Tears, plot twists and a lot of family drama...if you can figure out which family you're from but if you can’t some immortal warlocks will probably remind you of what a prick your ancestors were (or otherwise).

Wait oh yeah and they fight demons sometimes but are usually caught up in fighting wars over their own messed up political systems. If you don’t like someone there's always someone else. A L W A Y S. The characters are endless, (you'll figure out how to keep track of them all)  but you’ll love each and everyone with whatever shards of your heart you still have left :) Think someone or something is insignificant. (think someone is dead?) HA. THINK AGAIN!

will you cry? yes. will it be worth it? A B S O L U T LY. Ships? HELL YES. Fandom ship conflict...sometimes, except over MALEC. because....no. They are untouchable.

A Newbie’s Guide to YA Literature Fandoms

So, you’ve stumbled upon this fantastic (please note my combined use of sarcasm and eager honesty) website - Tumblr.  Or, perhaps, you’re reading a screenshot of this on Instagram or Pinterest.  Whatever you’re on, it’s official.  You’re a part of the fandom.

How does one survive in a fandom?  Here’s a guide, sorted book by book… and don’t worry if you do not see your fandom yet - the list will receive future additions. 

1.  A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Yikes.  I can’t help you.  Be prepared for lots of conflicts over characters - Do we stan Tamlin, Nesta, and Elain?  Do we ship Elriel (Elain x Azriel), Elucien (Elain x Lucien), or neither?  Don’t forget to use caution - we have a lot of ~steamy~ jokes floating around here

2.  Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling

Wow, this is intense.  Personally, I am not heavily into Tumblr’s HP fandom, but I can say one thing - Non-canon ships.  We sink canon and let the best ships sail.  Drarry?  Totally.  Wolfstar?  Most definitely.  Romione?  Debatable.  Dramione?  Not as popular as Drarry, perhaps, but also debatable.  Hinny?  What’s that?  Does that exist?  What’s that, now?  I’m forgetting something important?  Oh, yeah… how do we feel about Snape?  Also, what’s your Hogwarts house?  You should know that.  Keep that very close - but don’t be afraid to blur the lines between houses.

3.  Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

What do we want?  THE CROWS TV SHOW.  When do we want it?  Now!  This may actually be the most wholesome fandom on this site.  Except, there’s one little thing… but I won’t spoil it for you.  Because.  It.  Never.  Happened.

4.  Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas

Turn back.  Turn back NOW.  Your heart is important.  Don’t let anyone rip it out of your chest… and NEVER.  EVER.  TRUST SOMETHING THAT SAYS “FRIENDLY REMINDER.”  There is a 95% chance that it is most definitely not friendly.  Oh yeah, there’s also a huge stockpile of pre-KOA theories…

Feel free to add more.

why tf does fanart and auto fill google searches spoil every book like i’m just trying to get some visual context here and Y O U R E  S P O I L I N G   E V E R Y T H I N G more than even tumblr...i just-- *sobs*

My thoughts scatter and blow Like leaves in the wind I struggle to hold on to them long enough To write them down  Before another comes my way Before they dance away Out of reach It is frustrating because I have so much to say But sometimes I let the thoughts come And I admire their shape Their colour Their uniqueness And let them go Because some leaves are not meant to be held And some thoughts are not meant to be kept And so I let them go And I am at peace

The Intangible Things 

"That sounds like a terrible idea."

"I wasn't aware that there were any other kind."

I read these words I hear them I feel them I know them  I recognize them I get lost with them Explore the depths of your mind They tell me your secrets And yet I know none of them  Your words are lovely And lying And loyal  And as we reminisce  I catch glimpses of a reflection so clear Before your words lead me away  They leave me to wonder If perhaps  These words were made for me

Tell me, do you write of me? 

Sick of Poetry

I am sick of writing poetry                                                                                  Sick of writing in metaphors                                                                                    and beautiful words                                                                                                  in odd formed lines                                                                                                that wind up trailing into plain thoughts                                                                    or lose the thought somewhere along the way to the end of the sentence

I am sick of writing poetry                                                                                        I crave the backing of a storyboard                                                                         Crave the adrenaline that comes when mounting a good arc                            The whiplash that comes with a plot twist                                                                I crave the company of characters                                                                    Who feel things so I don’t have to                                                                            I crave the escape to a world that is not my own but is

I am sick of writing poetry                                                                                        But nothing seems to care                                                                                      Nothing seems to want to stick around                                                                  Nothing seems to want to be the one tasked with comforting me                        To give themselves up to my pencil and will                                                       Not these thoughts                                                                                                Or these words                                                                                                        Or these storylines                                                                                                Not the witty dialogue                                                                                              Or the interesting settings                                                                                        Or the complex characters 

They like to disappear                                                                                              As though they are ashamed                                                                                That they were ever mine                                                                                        I too am ashamed                                                                                                    But I am sick of writing poetry