#manacries

[catlaila]

...many boys will bring you flowers...

@patorcles​ asked ⟶ soc + flower language

[aredhels]

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

About our music…it’s like an energy. It connects us with people. They can feel us when we play. I want that connection with everybody.

happy birthday @missorgana ♥︎

[sargents]

@sixofcrowsnet heist: antagonists

DUNYASHA LAZAREVA—

she was a queen without mercy, a figure carved in ivory and amber.

[noahczreny]

@sixofcrowsnet hunger games: moodboard (wylan van eck)

until this moment, wylan hadn't quite understood how much they meant to him. his father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn't keep out of the red. but they were his first friends, his only friends, and wylan knew that even if he'd had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose

[adaine]

[id: four panel edit in vibrant pink, blue, and purple for julie from julie and the phantoms. in a handwritten style font each frame says “julie molina” in the bottom. the first frame is of julie in her camo jumper with her hand raised in the air as she smiles. the second is of a keyboard. the third is a microphone. the final frame is a neon sign that says “be you” in cursive. /end id]

JULIE MOLINA

it's not what you lost, it's what you'll gain raising your voice to the rain

[richardcampbells]

@ravencyclenetwork search tragedies ↪ gansey's insecurities

He couldn’t stand it, all of this inside him. In the end, he was nobody to Adam, he was nobody to Ronan. Adam spit his words back at him and Ronan squandered however many second chances he gave him. Gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year. They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.

[kuweiyulbo]

I want to go  h o m e . The longing for it hit her hard, a physical ache. I want to go back to  R a v k a .

for @sixofcrowsnet‘s heist: kinds of love  —  love for your home

[rietvelds]

@sixofcrowsnet advent calendar: day five  »  magic

“i’ve thought about your powers,” wylan said, cheeks flushing pinker. “has it ever occurred to you that your grisha ability might be part of the reason you’re such a good shot?”

“wylan, you’re cute, but you’re a whole lot of crazy in one little glass.”

“maybe. but i’ve seen you manipulate metal. i’ve seen you direct it. what if you don’t miss because you’re directing your bullets too?”

jesper shook his head. this was ridiculous. he was a good shot because he’d been raised on the frontier, because he understood guns, because his mother had taught him to steady his hand, clear his mind, and to sense his target as much as see it. his mother. a fabrikator. a grisha, even if she never used that word. no. that’s not how it works. but what if it was?