Braccas meas vescimini

“Or perhaps in Slytherin, you’ll make your real friends.” (Happy Birthday @paleartemis ) 

character aesthetics: andrew minyard

“Legion, cuneum formate!’ Reyna yelled. “Advance!” Another cheer on Jason’s right as Percy and Annabeth reunited with the forces of Camp Half-Blood. “Greeks!” Percy yelled. “Let’s, um, fight stuff!” They yelled like banshees and charged. Jason grinned. He loved the Greeks. They had no organization whatsoever, but they made up for it with enthusiasm.

pretty much

If I had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.

the vancouver crowd wasn’t like the rest of the world, and that was how they wanted it. hungry eyes, hungry smiles, hungry futures.

Life doesn’t care what we want out of it; it’s up to us to fight for what we want with everything we’ve got.

character posters ☰ kevin day, all for the game

andromeda’s sisters are still here because they made lovely, respectable pure-blood marriages …

   “Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.”

A secret is a strange thing. There are three kinds of secrets. One is the sort everyone knows about, the sort you need at least two people for. One to keep it. One to never know. The second is a harder kind of secret: one you keep from yourself. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be confessors, none of these people knowing that their never-admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words: I am afraid. And then there is the third kind of secret, the most hidden kind. A secret no one knows about. Perhaps it was known once, but was taken to the grave. Or maybe it is a useless mystery, arcane and lonely, unfound because no one ever looked for it.

        hogwarts houses + claude monet | where do you belong?

Richard Gansey III had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness.

neil or nathaniel or whoever he’s o u r s and we’re not letting him go

harry potter series: @quidditchleaguenet’s september challenge: families       the delacours [x]