i'm being perfectly fucking civil

“i will burn you down,” kavinsky said. ronan’s smile was sharp as a knife. he had already been burned to nothing. “you wish.” kavinsky made a gun of his thumb and finger and put it to ronan’s temple. “bang,” he said softly, withdrawing the fake gun. “see you on the streets.”

This was the bargain he had made. And in return, he could feel Cabeswater in him. Cabeswater couldn’t offer him eyes or hands. But it was something else. Something he wanted to name life or soul or knowledge. It was an old sort of power.

You’re the heir of Slytherin. You’re Voldemort.

I was praying that you and me might end up together.

R. A. B.

Taken by Remus Lupin at the wedding of James and Lily Potter.  Ca. 1978. 

ley lines

“If it means losing you, then no,” Neil said.

for @philosophium who wanted to see Neil in a pair of leggins and Andrew’s leather jacket

Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. This was the important thing. It had always been the most important thing. This was what it was to be Adam.

Gansey threw open his door. Gripping the roof of the car, he slid himself out. Even that gesture, Ronan noted, was wild-Gansey, Gansey-on-fire. Like he pulled himself from the car because ordinary climbing out was too slow.

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me.” I can’t help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me                                     Who is in control?