“let’s   TORE    His    entire   Castle   DOWN  .”

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!

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

Malina Romance Week Day Two: Favourite Episode(s)

1.01//1.06//1.07

insp

Trapped

IDRISNNET'S GET TO KNOW THE MEMBERS: bella

favorite ship: gracetopher

In all honesty, Christopher had no idea why he’d volunteered to watch Grace overnight. Maybe it was because he felt sorry for her. Perhaps it was because of pity, but he’d be lying if he said that she didn’t intrigue him.

She sat on the floor, her head buried in her hands. She hadn’t said anything to him or the rest of the Merry Thieves since James had told them to watch her in case she “tried anything.”

Christopher wasn’t fully aware of what had happened between James and Grace, but he knew better than to ask questions.

“Can I get you anything?” Christopher asked her. “Perhaps some tea?”

Her voice was muffled by her hands, and he struggled to hear her. “You shouldn’t be offering your prisoner tea, Mr. Lightwood.”

“You’re not a prisoner.”

She pulled her head out of her hands and laughed, and the sound sent a shiver down his spine. Her eyes darted across the room, looking at anything but him. “What would you call me, then? An unwilling guest? I’m trapped here, and you’re trapped with me.”

“I don’t feel so trapped,” he said. “And you shouldn’t, either.”

“And why is that? Does a criminal deserve to feel free?”

“You’re not a criminal, Miss Blackthorn.”

She winced at her surname. “Please, just call me Grace.”

“You are not a criminal, Grace. You did what you had to do in order to survive. Any of us would have done the same if we were put into your situation. It isn’t right of us to blame you for that.”

She sighed, curling in on herself further. Her voice was barely audible. “Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not quite sure your friends feel the same way.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think,” Christopher said. “It just matters what the clave will think.”

“Don’t even get me started on what the clave is going to think. They may have been the ones to get me into this mess, but they would never get me out of it.”

“What do you mean? The clave— the clave can help you.”

She laughed bitterly. “They can. But they won’t. Do you truly think they’ll sympathize with the accomplice of a prince of hell?”

“Unwilling accomplice,” Christopher insisted. “That’s what you were. And the Mortal Sword will prove it. And then they’ll have to help you. My aunt Charlotte—“

“If you think she’ll go easy on me, you’re sadly mistaken. She’s not my aunt. To me, she’s just the Consul.”

He stood from his seat, crossing the room to sit next to Grace on the floor. “We will get you through this,” he whispered. “I promise you.”

She sat up, but she didn’t turn to look at him. “Don’t make promises you have no intention of keeping, Mr Lightwood.”

“Just Christopher, please. And I’ve every intention of keeping this promise.”

She froze, making eye contact with him for the first time that night. “I appreciate it, I really do, but I’m afraid you won’t have much of a say in the matter.”

Christopher didn’t know how to respond to that. In the eyes of the clave, he was just a teenager, with no power, no ability to do anything to help Grace. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

books read in 2022 (01/?)

An Enchantment of Ravens | Margaret Rogerson

I quite like eggs,” I replied firmly, well aware that the enchantments he described would all turn strange and sour, even deadly, in the end. Besides, what on earth would I do with men’s hearts? I couldn’t make an omelette out of them.

the grisha trilogy by leigh bardugo.

“maybe love was a superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay.”

Hey can you tell me where you get your images for edits from if you don't mind?

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@projectliterature​ event 04 : free week   —  

parallels between kevin day (all for the game) & adam parrish (the raven cycle) 

for @blisslai 🤍 / with help from @rawlin & @wespers

@fantasysociety game 2 | favourite character -> Jesper Fahey

has anyone noticed this whole city is looking for us, mad at us, or wants to kill us?

ANDREW MINYARD’S SARCASM: A POSTER COLLECTION** (PT. 2) — @exysource​, game #2: quotes.

**as taken from The Foxhole Court