one week until i get to go pick up my baby!
"Listen to me. No one else can do this but her. She’s the face of this rebellion, they’ll follow her.”
"Tess," he said, hoarsely. He was on his feet, without knowing how he had gotten there. He took a step toward her, and then another. "Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five."
She knew immediately what he meant. He knew she would. She knew him as no one else living did. “Are you counting days?”
"Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five days since I last kissed you," he said. "And I thought of you every single one of them. You do not have to remind me of the Tessa I loved. You were my first love and you will be my last one. I have never forgotten you. I have never not thought of you." He was close enough now to see the pulse pounding in her throat. To reach out and lift up a curl of her hair. "Never."
— After the Bridge, Cassandra Clare
The Russian Academy of Magic is a colossal onion-domed structure drifting aimlessly across the surface of Lake Baikal brought to existence using centuries of levitation charms perfected by a group of Russian witches experimenting with portable floating ice rinks. Self-heating fur scarves are all the rage amongst students and professors alike, although they have been known to overheat from time to time, leading to mild cases of heat stroke. When traditional Quidditch games become dull, players would discard their brooms for skates and duke it out on the frozen surface of the lake.
If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it. It would become a tunnel of flame, a handful of ash. The secrets she had written inside herself would be gone. No one would know.
Her father would choose the water for Kestrel if he knew.
Yet she couldn’t. In the end, it wasn’t cunning that kept her from jumping, or determination. It was a glassy fear.
She didn’t want to die. Arin was right. She played a game to its end.
do u ever ship something so hard
that you literally cant imagine either of them w someone else
like its not that you dont want to imagine them with someone else
its that you cant
What do I swim for?
"You are evil," he seethed.
“Oh, the way that word is thrown around!” she said. “Everything is evil that humans can’t control or conquer.”
- Melina Marchetta, Finnikin of the Rock