i tire of wonders

inspired by @renissance​’s creations

“noah,” gansey said, “i’m so sorry.” blue wiped away a tear. “me, too.”                                                              stepping forward, leaning over the hood of the car,                                                                            ronan pressed his finger to the windshield,                                                                                         and while they watched, he wrote:                                                      R E M E M B E R E D

Tiny people on the Dorset coast by Haarkon

RICHARD GANSEY ☆ As always, there was an all-American war  h e r o  look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.

have you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like llewellyn and glendower and arthur aren’t really dead, but are instead sleeping in tombs waiting to be woken up?

                      I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent.

what was it even called? scrying, sensing, magic, magic, magic. he was not only good at it, but he longed for it, wanted it, loved it in a way that nearly overwhelmed him with gratitude.

In her mind, Adam pressed that fist against her bedroom wall. So gently. Though every muscle was knotted, wanting to destroy it.

“I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”

maggie stiefvater

So I wanted to finish my watercolor series..but I was faster in doing this pynch~

“I am Tessa Gray,” she said in a low, clear voice. “And I believe in the importance of stories.”

Magnus said nothing.

The Morrigan 

blue had spent months planning how to cheaply hike across the country post-graduation, destination: life. it was better with company.