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“The lights are out on all of us. We go on in our dark fogs. Unless someone else turns to look your way & lights the light.”

— Molly Brodak, from Bandit

#😌

let me be your monster ?! hello

#guess who finished watching season two today lads.#I have. thoughts.

if this new season pushes me over the edge into writing the kanej fic that’s in drabbles and bits in my google docs im going to go insane

#I remember finishing the duology and having to hold myself back With Force

metamorphesque

—Li-Young Lee, I Loved You Before I Was Born

sykesarchive1

#B)

it gets dark when i say it does.

#my art #I think this one is cute :’)#I am going to tag it #sock drawer #because I’m an insufferable doofus #grishaverse #darklina #alina starkov #tumblr do not butcher the saturation challenge #we are using motif tonight #procreate

petaltexturedskies

anne sexton, from the complete poems ‘the fury of flowers and worms’

#:’)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Saints, this is what I mean, isn’t it? Utilizing one person with some vision that it will pay off, somehow, will excuse the horror of it.”

“Excuse me for it?” He laughed darkly, cold fingers up a spine. When he spoke, it was quiet, sure. Horrible in its flatness. “I no longer ask for forgiveness,” he told her, “or beg the Saints to listen. It has been eons since I have thought that anyone might ever answer.”

It struck her as heartbreaking, though she was sure that was not what he had intended. He said it as if it were simply fact, as if he had prayed a thousand times and returned from it empty-handed.

#sock drawer #manifesting another update before s2 release #shadow and bone

lifesitself

#there's mischief afoot over here indeed!#already almost 5k into the next chapter. praying i can have it up in the next couple of days #it can be a tribute to your constant lovely comments...#cackles.....

damonalbarngirl

literally like tell me what it means to find God in your sock drawers

#real

#foreshadowing

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Miss Starkov,” he added as she reached the door, silent.

She turned.

“I would ask,” he started, and his voice is the sort of quiet that belays depths underneath. “I would ask that you join me tomorrow, for breakfast.”

Alina blinked, taken aback, ice and unsurety and nerve turning cold in her blood. She cannot help it. “Why?” she blurted, the tone fiercer than she had meant it to be.

He did not seem to take offense. One eyebrow rose.

“You asked for conversation,” he rejoined. “It will be supplied.”

#sock drawer #ao3 #grishaverse #darklina