[carstairsjames]

@ravencyclenetwork​ search: friendship   the gangsey. 

“they were young and loud and triumphant, and the kings of henrietta.”

[detectivemorrningstar]

She’s the most powerful witch we’ve ever encountered.

[bob-belcher]

[btvsgif]

[inejsghafas-deactivated20200313]

red dress; alina starkov (the grisha trilogy)

“  like the teachers at the duke’s estate, the priest thought he knew the girl and what she was capable of. he was wrong. he did not hear their hidden language, did not understand the boy’s resolve. he did not see the moment the girl ceased to bear her weakness as a burden and began to wear it as a  g u i s e . ”

[medeae]

I. WRATH, they call me. More white flame than red rage. More slow fire burn than volcano eruption. II. Sometimes, I think I’ve faded. I am not a feeling. I am to be harnessed, reigned in and bottled up. I am a thousand stallions charging over the sea - wait, I stand corrected. I was. III. People clench their fists now and call the surge in them by my name. I laugh at them. I spit in their faces. I am not a passing moment. I am not a fist fight in an alley and a beer the next day. I am not people punching walls. IV. What’s to become of me? I think I’m starting to forget myself.

SEVEN DEADLY SINS PART I,

Venetta O.

(via ourbrokencrowns)

[papa-evershed]

[amortizing]

Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?

Danielle LaPorte

[darlington]

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, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. 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.

[sci-fi-gifs]

Resident Evil: Extinction (2007) dir. Russell Mulcahy

[heddy]

countdown to call down the hawk ↦ [½] locations: monmouth manufactoring

Monmouth Manufacturing is an old brick warehouse located at 1136 Monmouth, Henrietta, Virginia. It was owned and used as a private residence by Richard Gansey III. Other residents included Ronan Lynch and Noah Czerny. It has twenty five foot ceilings and wide open spaces. Neither Gansey or Adam have any idea about what the factory used to manufacture, although it does have gouged brick walls and moisture stains on the floor. It smells like the good dusty smell of old books and the first story does indeed have nothing but dust, dirt and concrete.

[alternativepurple-deactivated20]

[danaskulls]

[murios-archive]

since  i  have  no  chill  when  it  comes  to  halloween,  i  also  updated  my  theme  a  bit  >.>

[banchagu]

ALSO. TO ANYONE WHOS EVER SENT ME AN ASK

[inkskinned]

one time he and i were sitting in bed and i said “where do you feel stuff?” and he said “what do you mean” and i said, “here is anxiety” and pointed to my bottom left rib where the spiders start. he pointed to his throat. “it’s here for me.” 

i keep anger in my breastbone, he holds it in his hands. i feel sadness on my shoulders, he feels it in his lungs. 

we play this game until we come to love, and i realize that i am terrified (jugular vein) of what might come. what if it is not the same. what if he feels it somewhere else, what if it is just a flash fire, not the slow burn, what if it is congealing in one place instead of radiating, i try to change topics, flight response (sternum)

he takes my hands in his and puts them over his ribs and says, “everywhere, everywhere, like a sun is trying to escape me, like i am being consumed and you are filling up where used to be empty.” i say, “don’t be ridiculous humans are 99% empty space,” i nervous laugh (spiders down spine), he holds his gaze with me. 

“everywhere,” he repeats.

[murios-archive]

new  icon,   new  header,   new  discord  name  (  witch, please. 🎃👻#8350   ).   i’m  on  my  way  to  spoopy  town.    now  will  i  ever  write  again ...............