Disclaimer: Contains Major Spoilers From House Of Earth And Blood And House Of Sky And Breath.

The daily amount of new hazel fanfics is getting smaller and smaller each day and if I'm being honest that's very bad for my mental health

Why aren’t more people talking about them! They are everything to me right now. She is so smart and sassy. He is so protective of her and loyal. The Night Agent is one of my favorite things right now. Peter and Rose have my heart right now.

stating the obvious here but 35 portland row is so beautiful as a whole.

i mean theres death and misery and reminders of what's lost soaked into the very floorboards, stained carpets and horror stacking up, tragedy you can touch and something you can't look in the eyes waiting with your blood under its nails. but there is also sugar on the table.

there are pictures on the wall and dishes in the sink and beds with extra blankets and laughing you can hear from the stairwell, and i mean you know who it is because you've heard it enough and you know hes throwing his head back because that's how he sounds when he laughs that hard, and I mean sometimes youll still take a blanket from your bed and sit under it with her because it feels even more like home that way. sometimes youll find your clean laundry on your bed and it's still warm.

I mean it is so so so cold outside and its cold inside here too, but ours is a different cold. cold like a hand in yours right before you grab it with your other to bring warmth. it's a gentle kind of thawing when you feel boiling waters steam on your cheeks and it's a gentle kind of thawing when you start to hear the house creaking as a contented sigh, and then you'll sigh too, and i mean theres death and misery and reminders of what's lost soaked into the very floorboards, but when its spring again we'll do spring cleaning together like those happy families on tv. there is sugar on the table for you because someone remembered how you like your tea.

All I could think about when it showed the pit of Tartarus was that that young boy who tapped his mom on the shoulder to make her smile and makes jokes to hide his unease and loves blue food and just wants to be normal and that young girl who couldn’t pick which candy from the gas station and believes love is transactional and was a gift but then a problem and has never seen a movie are both going to fall into that massive hell.

And they are going to survive it. Together.

harry muttering to himself as he tries to pick a lock, remembering what parker taught him: not too much pressure on the wrench. nice and easy, like you're holding a woman's hand. gentle, gentle...

me: parker can give that instruction because she has held women's hands because she's bi

He has such a soft spot for kids

it's probably not healthy how often i imagine portland row years into the future, after the trio's talents have faded, where they no longer hunt ghosts together but they find other ways to pay the bills and never move out because they just love the little home they've made here, and lucy and lockwood are an actual couple and george simply tolerates it because he loves them individually so much and can't imagine life away from either of them, which is good because lucy and lockwood wouldn't have it any other way

i don't know if this is compatible with book canon in the long run, but thinking about it just. soothes my soul. it is everything i want for them

Akashi: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

the dichotomy between an attack dog vs a guard dog is like. an attack dog is sent out to carry out violence. it's starved and abused to ensure aggression. it has no other purpose outside of Attacking at the whim of its master. it's constantly on guard because a threat can come from any direction at any time. it's the dog chained up in a basement that's only set loose when there's something to kill.

but a guard dog is protecting instead of attacking. instead of being sent out to fight, it comes home to defend the house. it may be constantly on watch for an external threat, but it is content to lay with the sheep until a wolf comes to the door. the guard dog has a warm place to sleep, and is well fed and treated like a member of the household. it's free to leave at any time but it stays to protect the house anyway. do u get it. do u understand.

bitches will be like “this is my comfort show” and its a show where the characters have never felt a day of comfort in their lives (its me im bitches)