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carry on/trc/pjo/hp/tmi/tid/acotar/tog

[kat-zeniksnina-deleted]

@ravencyclenetwork search: objects → tarot cards

“Tarot is a very personal thing, and as such, the art on each deck reflected the woman who owned it.“

[virginiasummer-deactivated20200]

The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater (2016) // King Arthur by Charles Ernest Butler - Detail (1903)

[naercissa]

the ladies of fox way in their twenties cause i Can

buy a print

[sivsart]

hi hello, it’s from the greatest cinematic moment of all time, bye

[maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20]

[ninazeinik-archive]

MURDERED, the writing continued until the driver’s side glass was clear, entirely swept clean by an invisible finger, until they were so many words that none of them could be read.

Until it was only a window into an empty car with the memory of a burger on the passenger seat.

“Noah,” Gansey said.

“I’m so sorry,” Blue wiped a tear.

“Me too,”

Stepping forward, leaning over the hood of the car, Ronan pressed his fingers to the windshield, and while they watched, he wrote: REMEMBERED.

[graecian-archive]

T H E   R A V E N   C Y C L E, maggie stiefvater —

                  people shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper.

[seasnailglass]

[mossy-glade]

If this isn’t Baz with Simon then I don’t know what is

[attorneytrash]

keep your friends close, but your enemies closer

like really, very close

intimately close 

so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck

and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation? 

turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.

make out with your enemies.

your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out

[paceybunce]

snowbaz

[daniellewildes]

what if they just cast a bunch of male models as the raven boys. they don’t say anything, they just stand on grassy hills while wind blows through their hair, while they look into the distance dramatically and a great soundtrack plays in the background.

[arituzz]

It’s a date

-SNOWBAZ-

This is my @carryonsecretsanta gift for @eroticgropefest Also, inspired by the @carryon-countdown prompt: Date Night. Hope you like this, Katie! It’s been so fun being your SS  ♡ ♡

Summary: 

Five times Baz has to bite his lips in order to refrain himself and one time he doesn’t.

OR

Five times Simon doesn’t mean it and one time he does.

Word count: ~2k

Rating: T

Tags: Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Pining, 5 +1 Things

Also on AO3

The first time he does it, it’s completely unconscious.

It’s summer and they’ve been moving furniture from the Pitch Mansion to Baz’s new apartment with Fiona. Snow is in a tank top, all covered in sweat and his cheeks flushed red from exhaustion.

Baz hands him a bottle of water, his fingers resting a moment longer than necessary on Simon’s skin, and the world is suddenly too hot and his pants too tight.

Baz blames the tank top.

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[ganseys-aquamarine-polo]

TRC physical traits that are very important to me and are often forgotten

-Gansey has hazel eyes -and round, gold glasses -Noah has big ears -Adam’s eyebrows are fair and nearly nonexistent -Adam looks like a sepia photo -GANSEY HAS DIMPLES

[robinminustherichard]

Okay but where is my meet cute AU where the Falcs do a “win a day with a falconer” auction and Jack is being bid on and my child looks so awkward and slightly terrified, gets won by mysterious gentleman in the back and silently dreads the day he’ll have to spend with this guy only to realize the guy is the most angelic southern cutie he’s ever seen, who bid on him because “sweetheart you looked so scared that 80-year old widower in the Leopard jumpsuit was going to win you I had to bid”???????

[samwellbittty]

Sorry. I wrote the fic (Part 1 of 2???)

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Jack knows this is part of their “make Jack Zimmermann into an actual-human” plan, that it’s good for press, for the team, and for charities. That doesn’t mean it’s any less intimidating. It sort of helps that Tater and Poots are in the same boat, but only for the weeks leading up to, not when he’s seconds away from standing on a stage and being bid on.  

“You will do good, Zimmbonni!” Tater had clapped his back. Jack took a moment to wince and roll out his shoulder while they filed out of George’s office, the knowledge of this event making Tater grin like a child and Poots blush. “Maybe take off shirt, have girls bid, yes?”

At that, Poots had laughed, “With that face he won’t have to, Tates.”

Tater stopped Jack in his tracks and grabbed his cheeks, “Maybe smile then, ok?”

Jack playfully swatted him away and went, “Okay.”

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[czernysnow]

simon and baz enter a room late, looking disheveled

Baz: sorry, I was doing things

Simon: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS!!!

[ao3tagoftheday]

The Ao3 Tag of the Day is: You see a group of Georgians stumbling around a peanut field, asking for Jimmy Carter. They spot you and scurry over, questioning you about Jimmy’s location, using the words “y'all” and “you guys” in the same sentence. Peach juice has drizzled down their chins; Chick-fil-A waffle fries are in their teeth. Jimmy Carter cries. Even he cannot save us.

[fandom-mama]

i havent looked yet but i can almost guarantee this is from a Check Please fic

[czernysnow]

fiona: fuck simon snow!

baz, distractedly: that's the plan