Me in 2011 at 9 years old feeling all the feels of love story….see you in a month @taylorswift ❤️

Notice the accent I tried to pull off, but my gap wouldn’t let it happen.

Someday I’ll post the 30 other videos I have 😂❤️

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GOOD LUCK YALL

NOT RISKING IT

“Lucy and Aspen deserve more than the needlessly angsty subplot they got in The Heir duology that was never solved,” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when two voices simultaneously speak and command silence from the room.

“She’s right,” I hear. I look around for the owners of the voices. There, in the fifth row, stands Lucy and Aspen Leger themselves, holding each other’s hands. “We fucking do.”

Things King Maxon Has Done

Special Events of The Selection Series

8. The Convicting: Elise Whisks

Slowly, no doubt embarrassed by the spectacle, Jacob walked into the Great Room. His wrists were in handcuffs, and he flinched at the cameras’ lights and went skittishly to bow in front of Elise. I couldn’t see her very well without leaning too far forward, so I turned slightly and listened as she spoke the lines we all would in turn.

“Jacob, what is your crime?” she asked. She projected her voice really well, much better than usual.

“Theft, my lady,” he answered meekly.

“And how long is your sentence?”

“Twelve years, my lady.”

(…) Elise stood and walked down to Jacob, placing her hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t truly looked her in the eye until that moment.

“Go, faithful subject, and pay your debt to the king.” 

Her voice rang out in the quiet of the room. Jacob nodded his head. He looked at the king, and I could see he wanted to do something. He wanted to fight or make an accusation, but he didn’t. No doubt someone else would pay for any mistakes he made today. Jacob stood and exited the room as the audience applauded.

Me when I don’t think or talk about Maxon Schreave:

never-ending list of otps → maxerica

AMERICA SLAYS!!! 😍😭

“You once asked if I told Maxon about you, and I did. He knows exactly what a spineless, ungrateful jackass you are.” Kota pressed his lips together, ready to boil over. I spoke quickly. “And you should know that he adores me,” I said grandly. “If you think he’d take your word over mine, you might be surprised by how quickly my suggestion of putting a cane to your hands would happen if I chose to make it so. You want to test me?”

The Heir, Kiera Cass (via americaschreavve)

The Siren Edits:

7. Akinli Schaefer, The Dreamboy