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She…hoped. And hope was dangerous. Hope was the most vicious evil of them all, the thing that had managed to thrive in Pandora’s box among misery, and disease, and sadness—and what could endure alongside others with such teeth if it didn’t have ghastly claws of its own?
@librarysource event I: favourite book romances -> These Violent Delights, Chloe Gong
happy birthday @pvreheroines !
WICKED is good.
@fictiondaily mission ii : nostalgic reads
@fictiondaily mission ii: nostalgic reads
❝ Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.
If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. ❞
@librarysource event i: favourite book romances — andrew minyard and neil josten (insp.)
andrew didn’t budge beneath his weight. he was something solid to lean against, something violent and fierce and unmoving. neil couldn’t remember what it felt like to have someone hold him up. it was terrifying and liberating all at once.
@grishasworld mission 7: alternate covers
No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for ‘good luck.
a year ago neil had been a scared nobody, hating himself for signing the foxes’ contract and counting down days until he moved in with wymack. tonight he was the starting striker for the first-ranked team in the NCAA. in two years he’d be captain, and in four he’d graduate from palmetto state. neil would find a professional team first and then fight tooth and nail to make the cut for court. neil could already imagine the weight of an olympics medal around his neck. he didn’t even care what color it was so long as it was his.
better than that bright future was what he already had: a court that would always be home, a family who’d never give up on him, and andrew, who for once hadn’t wasted their time denying that this thing between them might actually mean something to both of them. neil hadn’t even noticed the silence at first, too distracted by his dizzying thoughts. now he couldn’t help but smile and pull andrew in.
this was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and neil was never letting go.
— all for the game by nora sakavik
she was inej ghafa, and she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare. (insp.)
Whatever you are physically...male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy-all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.
Jem Carstairs, The Infernal Devices
Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey Mcquiston
Thinking about history makes me wonder how I’ll fit into it one day, I guess. And you too. I kinda wish people still wrote like that. History, huh? Bet we could make some.
For @youngreckless <3 Happy birthday! I hope you're dressing up like a hipster
PJO ALPHABET MEME — A for ANNABETH CHASE
“Don’t you ever feel like, what if the world really is messed up? What if we could do it all over again from scratch.”
@fictiondaily mission ii: nostalgic reads (percy jackson series by rick riordan)
athena called, “annabeth chase, my own daughter.” annabeth squeezed my arm, then walked forward and knelt at her mother’s feet. athena smiled. “ you, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. it has come to our attention that olympus is...well, trashed. the titan lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. we could rebuild it by magic, of course, and make it just as it was. but the gods feel that the city could be improved. we will take this as an opportunity. and you, my daughter, will design these improvements.” annabeth looked up, stunned. “my…my lady?” athena smiled wryly. “you are an architect, are you not? you have studied the techniques of daedalus himself. who better to redesign olympus and make it a monument that will last for another eon?” “you mean...i can design whatever i want?” “as your heart desires,” the goddess said. “ make us a city for the ages.” “as long as you have plenty of statues of me,” apollo added. “and me,” aphrodite agreed. “hey, and me!” ares said. “big statues with huge wicked swords and—” “all right!” athena interrupted. “she gets the point. rise, my daughter, official architect of olympus.
- rick riordan (the last olympian)
@fantasysociety game 1 | favourite media
In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.
ANDREW MINYARD’S SARCASM: A POSTER COLLECTION** (PT. 2) — @exysource, game #2: quotes.
**as taken from The Foxhole Court
I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both.
BOOKS READ IN 2022: The Poppy War, R.F. Kuang
JAMES & OLIVER x THE STORY
I knew a boy and a boy Best friends with each other But always wished they were more
@lgbtqia-litsource event i : queer women in literature — HANI AND ISHU’S GUIDE TO FAKE DATING.
“where are we going?” hani asks, letting me pull her along.
“anywhere we can be together,” i say.
i hate this so much. i know. but we’re gonna do it together. and we’re gonna make it work. you and me and history, remember? we’re just gonna fucking fight. because you’re it, okay? i’m never gonna love anybody in the world like i love you. so, i promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.
for shay, @kkitays <3 happy birthday!
@storyseekers event 21: minimalist —the song of achilles by madeline miller
“and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
— i learned a long time ago: never bet against annabeth.
annabeth chase; percy jackson and the olympians
Meet Our Criminals – The Crows of Shadow and Bone as a Magazine Editorial Spread
Kaz Brekker.
“I’m a business man,” he’d told her. “No more, no less.” “You’re a thief, Kaz.” “Isn’t that what I just said?”
war doesn't determine who's right. war determines who remains
The Poppy War, R.F. Kuang
“Destroying things is much easier than making them.” ― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
@librarysource mission 02: page to screen — pride and prejudice by jane austen
“you are too generous to trifle with me. if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once. my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”
this was the kiss he’d been waiting for. it was a gunshot. it was prairie fire. it was the spin of makker’s wheel. jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, oh.
2k celebration-fandom family: alina starkov
→ for @maverkling
@storyseekers event 21: minimalist — one last stop by casey mcquiston
you know, that feeling? when you wake up in the morning and you have somebody to think about? somewhere for hope to go? it's good. even when it's bad, it's good.
… T W O H U N D R E D R O M A N S , and no one’s got a pen ? never mind !
@fictiondaily mission i: best reads of 2021
but, you know, that feeling? When you wake up in the morning and you have somebody to think about? Somewhere for hope to go? It's good. Even when it's bad, it's good.
One Last Stop, Casey Mcquiston