roman holiday

or perhaps in slytherin, you’ll make your real friends. those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends.

[inspired by malu]

C A M I L L A     M A C A U L A Y   : :   Being the only female in what was basically a boys’ club must have been difficult for her. Miraculously, she didn’t compensate by becoming hard or quarrelsome. She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose white scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze; a girl as bewitching, and clever, as any girl who ever lived. But strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not at all the fragile creature one would have her seem. In many ways she was as cool and competent as Henry; tough-minded and solitary in her habits, and in many ways as aloof. Out in the country it was not uncommon to discover that she had slipped away, alone, out to the lake, maybe, or down to the cellar, where once I found her sitting in the big marooned sleigh, reading, her fur coat thrown over her knees. Things would have been terribly strange and unbalanced without her. She was the Queen who finished out the suit of dark Jacks, dark King, and Joker.

That’s one hell of a pilot! [recreation]

Queens and kings Kings and queens Blue lily, lily blue Crowns and birds Swords and things Blue lily, lily blue.

…fall fog rising out of the fields and lifting in front of the mountains, the pig running cool and loud, ronan climbing out of the passenger seat and knocking knuckles on the roof with teeth flashing, dewy grass misting the black toes of his shoes, bag slung over his blazer, narrow-eyed adam bumping fists as they met on the sidewalk boys around them laughing and calling to one another, making space for the three of them because this had been a thing for so long: gansey-lynch-parrish

ghostling does fancasts: harry potter era // pt 3

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you can coax the cold right out of me drape me in your warmth — Troye Sivan, Bite