apricock

When you play the game of thrones you win or you die. There is no middle ground.

“ you see, i, unlike you, 

                        have been made a prefect, 

         which means that i, unlike you, 

                                          have the power to hand out punishments. ”

that boy is better off a ghost (insp.)

there are no good men in ketterdam.

it was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar – a cat reading a map.

— Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan.

“ Which came first, the phoenix or the flame ? ”                  " I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning . ”

tony stark ♡ “iron man. that’s kind of catchy. it’s got a nice ring to it. i mean it’s not technically accurate. the suit’s a gold titanium alloy, but it’s kind of provocative, the imagery anyway"

    “Roed fetla, he’d called her, little red bird, for the color of her Grisha Order.”

   ─ goodbye, matthias.

“She’s not here,“ I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. “She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim.” At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. “Get out!” He dodges the pillow I throw at him. “Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!” I start to shake, furious with him. “She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!” I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. “She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.”