The Personification Of Death Being Portrayed As Deeply Kind In Fiction Is Something That Reduces Me To

She hadn’t seen it before, but he looks a wreck. Deep bags under his eyes, greasy, unkempt hair that’s falling out of his hat. There’s still flour and some egg remnants splattered on his face and clothes that he’s hastily trying to wipe off, but Kristin couldn’t care less about any of that. All she cares about is the way his eyes sparkle like sapphires when he looks at her, and that sudden energy courses through his body as he runs down the steps toward her.

“It’s Kristin!” he blurts, looking back at Niki, and then again to Kristin, blinking again and again like her very presence is incomprehensible. His voice is shaking too much to say anything more, his whole body trembling from far more than the cold as he draws nearer to her.

For the first time in so many years, Kristin doesn’t know what to do with herself. The mortal world is bright and overwhelming, and Phil is but one beautiful piece in all of it. She keeps an arm on a snow-covered spruce chair to steady herself, allowing him to take that final step towards her only because she doesn’t trust herself not to get horribly distracted if she reaches him first. “Hi,” Kristin says finally, feeling nearly as breathless as he looks.

the syndicate lore finale, but from c!kristin’s point of view, including all she did to get to phil.

reblog please thanks beloveds

I wrote a 700 word scene on my phone in the middle of the night and then proceeded to not touch it again

maybe I should go back to that fic...

This has been going around my work and friend group on other platforms, and I thought it deserved a place here too.

I think the message of Howl’s Moving Castle is that in order to maintain a successful relationship with some kind of fucked up wizard, you must find it in yourself to also be some kind of fucked up wizard.

always check yourself for unnecessary negativity and bitterness

why is “get ___ed idiot” one of the funniest sentences in the english language

Everyone please read Gilded by Marissa Meyer immediately

I want to have a discussion with someone

I'm in line for a ride behind a gay couple and they keep kissing, which nothing against the gays (I am one myself) but if the straight couples can keep their lips to themselves then so can you

hate mfs that believe theres only one version of greek mythology tales. they were all passed down by mouth for years before they were written down and u believe theres only one “real” version of them??

I just want some ice cream but if I pull it out my dad will want some and I absolutely do not want to share with my dad

Please tell me he leaves soon