cassandraclare:

People often ask what the parabatai ceremony looks like, so I asked Cassandra Jean to render Emma and Julian’s, complete with the oath and the the three rings of fire — you step from your individual ring into the shared ring, and you draw the rune on each other. Don’t try the fire part at home.

library-heaven:

(by Melina Souza)

okay” she said.
what?
i said okay.
he blushed. or rather, because he was dead, he became normal colored. “uh.” he propped himself on an elbow. “well.” she unburied her face from the pillow. “just, like—
he leaned toward her. blue felt a thrill for a half a second. no, more like a quarter second. because after that she felt the too-firm pucker of his tense lips. his mouth mashed her lips until it met teeth. the entire thing was at once slimy and ticklish and hilarious.
they both gasped an embarrassed laugh.

The room beyond was as large as the council room in Alicante’s Gard, if not larger. The ceiling rose high above them, though instead of rows of seats a wide bare marble floor stretched toward a dais at the end of the room. Behind the dais were two massive, separate windows.Sunset light poured through each them, though one sunset was the color of gold, and the other was the color of blood

The light outside the windows had dimmed slightly, and she could see the dais more clearly.On it sat two immense well, the only word for them was “thrones.” They were ivory and gold, with steps leading up to them. Each had a curved back embossed with a single key.

K: What do you hear?
L: The key. The key to break the code.

“Do your kind even know what love is? Can you feel anything at all, or is it just… programmed?” ― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

sydneykatherines:

Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.

- Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

reservoir-fantasy:

bjmonk:

How can a teacher get mad at you for being late if a staircase changes direction while you’re in the middle of it?? There’s no tellin’ where it leaves you, and Hogwarts is a giant castle..

#I can just imagine Sirius & James #running late for their first class #when suddenly #the staircase changes direction #Sirius’ telling James #that they should just skip class #because the staircase said so #and so they toured the castle #when suddenly #they saw a boy #who has light brown hair and scars cutting across his face #running towards them #asking which direction the Potions Class is being taught #James’ being all confident says #it’s this way, come, we’ll guide you #while Sirius is hiding his grin #because really #it’s their first day #how would they memorize all the passageways in just one night #and so all day they circled around the castle #getting lost #finding their way back #discovering secret passages #all the while sealing a bond of friendship that will never break

Where I can be who I am

We’re all stories, in the end.