The Fact That Kevin And Jean Have So Much Riding On This Interview & It’s So High-stress Yet They’re

5 things about the apocalypse

one.  after the sun is eaten, our shadows outgrow our bodies and the stars i took for gods go out. while i did not sleep i heard laughter—cacophonous, full of teeth. at the end i am eating tinned peaches and casting dice on the ground, in expectation of wings, of light, of anything but this stupefied cold, this silence which is an obscenity.

two.  the hungry are weeping as they walk. i have seen a man open another’s ribs like a pair of doors, unseal him where the chest is soft, harrow him for red. they eat only the heart, the first-formed part, cradled and chewed between two horrified hands. fed, they are hungrier. in this corrupt light, the gullet-red of appetite, their faces shine wet and without mercy.

three.  we send up prayers like the last of flares, phosphorus breaking upon midnight. the horizon is a hot wound parting: the dead climb out of their deep tenements, and we greet them, shaken. what does it matter that they are as pale as guilt, that their eyes do not seek us, that they shrink from us in dismay?

four.  yesterday, the words went from us. they left our books and maps and gravestones, emptied our histories and speeches and songs. they fled our throats, and made barren our mouths. in your bible genesis is a cenotaph; nothing is begotten. i hold your hands and i have no voice to speak your living name, to tell you that i am full of fear and relief.

five. it is written on a wall in jerusalem: τετέλεσται. the stars have already fallen, and she proclaims that she is the mouth of god. you go among the crowd to hear her speak, in the brick-husk of the chapel of the holy face. the look of her roars down your blood. men come for her at night, cut out her tongue and string her up by the neck in the muristan. you are kneeling in your kitchen as the earth shakes, and over that great distance you still hear her voice on the wind, causing the dust to rise. it is finished.

(six.  we held each other all night, deep in the rot, our arms helplessly tender. late was the coming of light, a whiteness so bright it seemed infernal, lifting us into a hollow morning, and what breath we were was shaken from us—

and we were dead a little while longer then, cool and adrift on the surface of the abandoned world.)

hi imagine adam and ronan getting into a fight where adam storms out of monmouth and gansey calls him hours later like “can you please come do something with your boyfriend?” and in the background he can hear the clutter of noah and ronan making a makeshift band out of crap around monmouth and playing blink 182′s I Miss You

Persephone had it right. If you must go, might as well take all of spring with you—

Cathy Linh Che, from Split; “Letters to Doc” (via luthienne)

THE TRAGEDY OF LOVING A SOLDIER:                            the battlefield never really leaves them.              (you see his hands still shake, finger glued to the trigger) THE TRAGEDY OF LOVING A GENERAL:                     the battle may be won, but the war never ends.           (you watch sleep continue to elude her, eyes dull with grief) they both look at each other as though begging the other to be selfish.                     (the bloodshed ends, but they never find peace)

THE WAR & OTHER METAPHORS ( a.c. )

4. treat him as they’ve treated you | b.s.h

In winter, some voices are like coats.

Ahlam Mosteghanemi  (via thefelixkot)

things that sound like fake spoilers for trk but are actually real

ronan and adam adopt a child

maura sargent at one point in time banged a tree

ronan dreamt up a deer fursona of adam

a set of triplets act like they are one person

someone says the words “eyeball chapstick”

helen asks gansey if he’s sleeping with ronan and/or adam

noah founded a long-lasting school tradition

blue sargent has an enjoyable time at an aglionby party

gansey gets pissed off because ronan keeps calling him dad

the gray man leans on the fourth wall to say that adam’s the male lead

gansey tucks blue into his overcoat

Neil: i'm fine

Everyone else: you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means

I had this one lucid dream where a lady came up to me and said, “Don’t control the dream,” really softly. I had the same dream again a couple days later but instead of just one lady. I was surrounded by a whole group of people with glowing eyes just saying, “Don’t,” and I got so freaked out that I never tried to lucid dream ever again.

The Mirror

The Seeker

The Magician

The Dreamer

The Ghost

THE GANGSEY