semi-hiatus

↳ requested by anon

for someone who loved words as much as i did, it was amazing how often they failed me.

tagging my partner in loving kit @christophers-lightwood

if we are strong enough in our souls, we can rip away that veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let god consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. then spit us out reborn.

* made for @meg-herondale 

As an Antari, Kell was made of both, balance and chaos; the blood in his veins, like the Isle of Red London, ran a shimmering, healthy crimson, while his right eye was the color of spilled ink, a glistening black.

KAZ BREKKER. A liar, a thief, and utterly without conscience. But he'll keep to any deal you strike with him.

It’s about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you.

They’re all raven boys.

“A journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step.”

“For fuck’s sake,” she muttered, as she slid open the door of room 643.

It should have been impossible. No one should have been able to dream any of these thing, much less all of them. But Adam had seen what Ronan could do. He’d read the dreamt will and ridden in the dreamt Camaro and been terrified by the dreamt night terror. It was possible that there were two gods in this church

“I can give you worship,” she promised. “I can give you an unending flow of blood.”

promo for @novelsnetwork. (insp.)

He stopped himself. “This isn’t right.” Blue shook her head. “I just don’t understand,” Henry said. “I was so sure that this was going to… change everything. I didn’t think it would end like this.” “I always knew it was going to end like this,” she said, “but it still doesn’t feel right. Would this ever feel right?”