The Old Man of Storr, Isle of Skye / 25.08.2019
i for the infernal devices chosen by @kingnikolaiofravka
❝ I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. ❞
i am not immune to the "character's eyes glow when they use their powers" trope
i have this disease that makes me find it hot as fuck when a character's eyes glow as a warning when they're really angry or upset and about to use every last shred their power to absolutely waste the shit out of the target of their rage it's called having excellent taste
spring series: 3/∞
kids shouldn’t be fighting your wars
Paolo Sebastian | The Passage of Spring
@booksociety’s Out of the Ordinary Event: The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
“What am I?” The look he gave me was tinged with sadness, but also hope. I would never forget it. “You are a girl, Mara. A girl blessed and cursed.”
P E R S E P H O N E; goddess of spring and queen of the underworld.
man I miss being 14 when I was willing and able to write whatever stupid indulgent bullshit I wanted and feel like I was absolutely killing it
re-watch avatar the last airbender it’s good for your health
underrepresented characters - karou
↳ for @annalightwood
“She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.”
Fine. Let’s settle this. Just you and me, brother. The showdown that was always meant to be. Agni Kai!
everything i (re)read in 2020: [3/?] clockwork princess by cassandra clare
We are bound, you and I, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. Forever.
literature family: aristotle mendoza for @blafard
The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
Gorgeous art at the Vatican
Characters of the Shadowhunter Chronicles [ 4 ] → Emma Carstairs
Emma reached back over her shoulder and closed her hand around the hilt of her sword, Cortana. The blade made a golden blur in the air as she drew it and pointed the tip at the fey. “No,” she said. “I’m a candygram. This is my costume.”