mostly books and tv shows

— leigh bardugo (@lbardugo)

it is my servant and my lever.

“Magic doesn’t require beauty,’ she said. ‘Easy magic is pretty. Great magic asks that you trouble the waters. It requires a disruption, something new.”  

“Don’t worry, Da. People point guns at each other all the time in Ketterdam. It’s basically a handshake.”

The Darkling had told her he was destined to rule. He had claimed his throne, and a part of her too. He was welcome to it. For the living and the dead, she would make herself a reckoning. She would rise.

“Let me. It isn’t real. Let me.”

– The Young Elites / Marie Lu

Besides, she was the Wraith – the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.

“Who’s Jordie?” Kaz paused. He’d known the question would come, and yet it was still hard to hear his brother’s name spoken. “Someone I trusted.” He looked over his shoulder and met Jesper’s gray eyes. “Someone I didn’t want to lose.”

The Wraith / The Bastard of the Barrel / The Sharpshooter / The Merchling / The Drüskelle / The Heartrender

[insp.]

Jerome in Gotham | Joker in The Dark Knight

#how was this movie real

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But wasn’t that what e v e r y g i r l dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, t h e i n v i s i b l e g i r l s? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear c r o w n s. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.