Arya didn’t know how much Robb would pay for her, though. He was a king now, not the boy she’d left at Winterfell with snow melting in his hair. And if he knew the things she’d done [...] “What if my brother doesn’t want to ransom me?”

immediate tears

“Why would you think that?” asked Lord Beric. “Well,” Arya said, “my hair’s messy and my nails are dirty and my feet are all hard.” Robb wouldn’t care about that, probably, but her mother would. Lady Catelyn always wanted her to be like Sansa, to sing and dance and sew and mind her courtesies. Just thinking of it made Arya try to comb her hair with her fingers, but it was all tangles and mats, and all she did was tear some out

-ARYA VII ASOS

oh. oh ok (falling to the ground, eating the carpet)

eleven years old arya contemplates her family could not want her back because her hair is all messy and her nails are dirty and her feet are all hard. she thinks of her mother, that has never managed to get through her (or has she?) and her first instinct is to fix herself. but the mess is beyond fixing now and all she does is tear some of her hair out. i am clawing at the walls.

To any disabled person undergoing tests to find What's Wrong: I hope your results come back the way you hope and that you receive the help you need. I hope you are not denied care, I hope you are taken seriously even after this, and I hope that you will be taken care of compassionately

Too much fear in familiar blue eyes for his liking :((

Ghoap sketch page

IVE HAD ALL OF TODAY TO GET OVER IT AND IM STILL SO SAD

it fills me with such righteous anger thinking about harrow going to The Mithraeum and seeing God indulge in all of the things she has been deprived of/deprived herself of all her life- in order to worship HIM. seeing him and the other lyctors have feasts while even tea is too flavorful for her. seeing them have gross old people orgies while she had probably never been hugged in her entire life before Gideon. seeing them do jackshit all day while she did nothing but pray and study. telling her she is but a baby- despite the fact that she has experienced the worst of horrors(at the hands of the religion they created) and posseses more necromantic power than all of them. her fellow saints taking advantage of her schizophrenia for their own agendas, and never giving her the time of day otherwise, not even pity when she is lying on the ground with her gut ripped open and innards strewn about. god saying she is like a daughter to him- and her throwing herself down onto broken glass because she is so overcome by guilt at the idea of being a daughter- of being given anything, of having anything, of having love or affection, of being something to somebody, of existing- and god having the audacity to say such a thing after failing to raise her. god not understanding her, god's lack of omnipresence, the saint's lack of kindness or holiness of any capacity. harrow, having grown up in nothing but dark black halls and clothes- and The Mithraeum being nothing but pearly white. harrow, who dedicated her life to an empty religion and a god who does not care and is not qualified. harrow, who only had ONE thing(Gideon) that ever made her happy, and having that one thing taken away from her by this god. so much avoidable grief and abuse forced onto her. and the fact that she has been forced to continue this cycle of grief and abuse as well by having had continuously hurt her only friend and being turned into a lyctor against her will. harrow begging god to ask the saint of duty to stop trying to brutally murder her, and god telling her to get a hobby? devastating. truly the most tragic character of all time

thirteen years

hey thats how the saying goes haha. you either die in horror as your friend becomes a villain or live long enough to forget everything you loved about your friend- wait. you either kill your friends while they remember you or let them live as their good memories of you leech away and get corrupted and fade. wait no. you either die a slow and painful death as your friend kills you, or you live as you walk away, every positive memory of your friend slowly being eaten and corrupted until you dont think they're your friend at all. wait no. no. you either. you either. you corrupt their memories of you until they dont love you or you kill them. haha. they're always saying this.

crowley perhaps did the bravest thing in his 6000 years of existence and was greeted with his worst nightmare in return. i’m sooo incredibly normal

Who suffered more? Jesus or me when they removed Hotch from Criminal Minds.

im living for divorced jd

He is also living in spite of the governments ruling on his being alive

(how can any parent want that for her child) and (if I'm lonely it's not because I'm gay) and (if you could hear me crying why didn't you come into my room) and (how come no one found me) how come no one found me?

"Whereas Silver, I would think, for all of his openness and naivety... is hesitant to make new friends, because he's used to seeing them die. You don't want to make connections after a point, but he is also, y'know, clearly desperate to make connections, because he's a people person. He likes other people, he wants to be around other people, he wants to protect people." -- Ian Flynn, on Silver the hedgehog

(NOTE: this quote is from an upcoming Espilver BumbleKast Mini sponsored by @transmanshadow!)

fallen

Everyone moved on but I stayed there

Reita and his bass ♥