A Family Of Cheetahs Sleep With The Forest Guard Every Night. When The Forest Dept. Heard About It, They

EXCUSE ME WHAT

Jolene: A ballad

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please don’t kill that man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don’t kill him even though you can Killers on a vile quest Are gathered at the king’s behest To slay the dreaded lich they call Jolene Their blades will strike at all undead And gleefully they’d take your head Oh how I would mourn for thee Jolene Your power it is beyond compare Devouring souls without a care With magiks beyond that of any queen Your eyes burn with the fires of hell a force they can never hope to quell non can er’ compare with you Jolene Your visage haunts my soundest sleep There’s nothing they can do to keep My undead heart from crying out Jolene And I can easily understand That you could conquer any land but you don’t know what you do to me Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please just take my hand. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Don’t try to kill them even if you can Yes you could kill a thousand men But you’d never find peace again One lucky blow is all it takes Jolene And so I come to plead anew My happiness depends on you And on what’er you choose to do Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please just take my hand. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Don’t try to fight them even though you can

Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them. Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.

OH MY GOD! THANK YOUUUUU

I loved it

Can i please get a

Ash and Dru meeting in TWP

PLEASEE

Also thank you for volunteering yourself as tribute i cannot create so i will Just have to wait for you guys

I think their first meeting would be a fight

Send me tsc drawing requests

@booklover-sleeplover @cassandraclare

“First the flame and then the flood: In the end, it’s Blackthorn blood. Seek thou to forget what’s past First thirteen and then the last. Search not the book of angels gray, Red or white will lead you far astray. To regain what you have lost, Find the black book at any cost.” Cassandra Clare - Lady Midnight

#hope snapping a man’s neck with her thighs is something that can be so personal

You know you have a type when you are on a rode trip reading Fahrenheit 451 and listening to Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz.

It’s alright, just wait and see Your string of lights is still bright to met Oh, who you are is not where you’ve been You’re still an innocent

(bus kids + innocent, gif request by anon)