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[ariana voice] yuh @chelssss_ UMMMM on the Q this morning this little kid was getting picked on by two older kids and before i could do anything this hot butch girl jumped in and the bullies SCATTERED hello 911 how am i supposed to work now that i’ve seen an angel irl???? 7:42 AM · 8 Nov 2018

@chaptersnet event vi: rereads

These Violent Delights by @chloegong

There will be hatred. There will be war. The country will fight itself to pieces. It will starve its people, ravage its land, poison its breath. Shanghai will fall and break and cry. But alongside everything, there has to be love—eternal, undying, enduring. Burn through vengeance and terror and warfare. Burn through everything that fuels the human heart and sears it red, burn through everything that covers the outside with hard muscle and tough sinew. Cut down deep and grab what beats beneath, and it is love that will survive after everything else has perished.

our violent ends by @chloegong

@chaptersnet event vi: rereads

These Violent Delights by @chloegong

BLUE&GANSEY, the raven cycle

and then we’d never say anything about it again.

for @selwynkane ♡

we are empty and trying to fill, lighting ourselves on fire just to prove that we are normal—that we are ordinary. That we, like anything, can burn

@parisakamaali asked: these violent delights or the atlas six

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@chaptersnet event vi: rereads

These Violent Delights by @chloegong

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@chaptersnet event v: out of the box — the girls i’ve been by tess sharpe

“i am that good or maybe, i’m that dangerous”

“How did you die?“ “We er…. drowned in a bathtub.” “All three of you?” “It was a big bathtub.”

favourite sapphic ships ♥️: zoya nazyalensky and alina starkov (grishaverse)

"alina and zoya. zoya and alina. not friends not lovers, not anything of anything really. they are not a song or a river with a start and a rush and a swell and an end. beatified saint and beloved queen."

If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

MAKE ME CHOOSE. @halscavendish asked: tsoa or vicious?

these words people threw around—humans, monsters, heroes, villains—to victor it was all just a matter of semantics.

the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too

Inej Ghafa, Six of Crows

She was Inej Ghafa, and she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare. ― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows & Crooked Kingdom

but what about the rest of us? what about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. that was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.

it's not the world that's cruel, it's the people in it.

NEIL JOSTEN || All for the Game

IN LIBRAS LIBERTAS december book club pick. honey girl by morgan rogers

it will not be simple, grace porter, and it will not be easy. you may have to make a lot of noise, and the universe’s silence can be oppressive and thick. but you want them to hear you, and they will. so do not, not even for one second, stop making noise.

character posters: six of crows

↳ requested by @divinitywrites

“Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist.”

come celebrate 3.5k with me!

The moonlight moves, a cool slash across the foot of the bed, and August squeezes her eyes shut. There’s no point to it, loving a girl who can’t touch the ground. August knows this. But to kiss and be kissed. To be wanted. That’s a different thing from love. And maybe, maybe if she tried, they could have something. Not everything, but something.

@grishaverseonline valentine’s gift exchange for — @tormentings, kaz brekker and inej ghafa.

She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.

@storyseekers event 17 : art in books — music : daisy jones & the six

it is what i have always loved about music. not the sounds or the crowds or the good times as much as the words — the emotions, and the stories, the truth — that you can let flow right out of your mouth.

the court doesn't care what my name is or where I'm from or where I'll be tomorrow. it lets me e x i s t as I am.

“ the trousers and jacket do not make me a man, and the necklace does not make me a woman. they are only what makes me feel beautiful and powerful in this moment. i am exactly as i choose to be. ”

IDRISNNET’S SECRET SANTA EVENT: THOMAS LIGHTWOOD X ALASTAIR CARSTAIRS

“Thomas—” Alastair began. His voice was rough, unsteady; Thomas hoped he had something to do with that. Abruptly, Alastair let go of Thomas’s shirt, started to turn his face away. 

“Just imagine,” Thomas said. “What if we’d never gone to the Academy together? What if none of those things had happened, and Paris was the first time we’d met? And this was the second?”

Alastair said nothing. This close, Thomas could see the gray flecks in his dark eyes, like delicate veins of crystal in black marble. Then Alastair smiled. It was the ghost of his old arrogant smile, just touched with the lofty wickedness Thomas remembered from school. It had made his heart skip a beat then; it raced now. 

“Damn you, Thomas,” he said, and there was resignation in his voice, but something else, too, something dark and sweet and intense.

merry christmas, nia beloved <3 @wouldyouknowmeblind  

the song of achilles by madeline miller

i saw then how i had changed. i did not mind anymore that i lost when we raced and i lost when we swam out to the rocks and i lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. for who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱-𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺; 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. ” — 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦; 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

@idrisnnet's 2021 Secret Santa Event -> Merry Christmas to Bell! @bookologist