#rhysavd

[rietvelds]

@ravencyclenetwork search: favorite ship  »  adam parrish & ronan lynch

“it wasn’t me,” ronan said. he looked to blue, who shrugged. he caught adam’s eye. when adam’s mouth quirked, ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for matthew’s silliness. adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. he skated an edge here. making ronan lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with cabeswater. these weren’t forces to play with.

[oikawas]

@acotarnet​ EVENT 7: One Death → NESTA ARCHERON

What if I tell you what the rock and darkness and see beyond whispered to me, Lord of Bloodshed? How they shuddered in fear, on that island across the sea. How they trembled when she emerged. She took something—something precious. She ripped it out with her teeth. What came out was not what went in.

[duartesjude]

BOOKS READ IN 2018: The Song of Achilles by Madeleine Miller 

          Have you no more memories?

              I am made of memories. This and this and this.

[sunchosens]

“Where do think the money went?“ he repeated. "Guns?” asked Jesper. “Ships?” queried Inej. “Bombs?” suggested Wylan. “Political bribes?” offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. “This is where you tell us how awful we are,” she whispered. He shrugged. “They all seem like practical choices.” 

@rhysavd asked six of crows or all for the game

[acourtofbooklovers]

Rowaelin & Feysand by @emmilinne

[elains]

@mythonetwork | trial four | water spirits & creatures ↪ Thalassa, Greek Primordial Goddess of the Sea 

 “The sea does not like to be restrained. ”

[grishae]

BOOKS I’VE READ ⁽²⁰¹⁸⁾ ·  nevernight, jay kristoff

“She was ten years old, after all. Alone and helpless and afraid. But here is truth, gentlefriends, no matter the number of suns in your sky. At the heart of it, two kinds of people live in this world or any other: those who flee and those who fight. Your kind has many terms for the latter sort. Berserker. Killer instinct. More balls than brains. And it shouldn’t surprise you, knowing what little you know already, that in the face of this thug and his blade, and laden with memory of her father’s execution never flinch never fear instead of wailing or breaking as another ten-year-old might have, young Mia gripped the stiletto she’d fished from the darkness, and slipped it straight up into the puppy-choker’s eye.”

[kihlorn]

@erileanet event 1: favorite characters

↳ nesryn faliq 

she would have an adventure. For herself. This one time. She would see her homeland, and smell it and breathe it in. See it from high above, see it racing as fast as the wind. She owed herself that much.