Every time he took his gloves off, Kaz became more and more grateful for them. Once, when he was alone, at least, he'd been able to take them off in peace. Now, it was always a reminder of something he couldn't escape: Inej Ghafa was his soulmate.
It wasn't a new development–his tattoo had started growing that fateful day in the Menagerie, prompting him to look around and spot her. Since then, he'd gotten used to Inej watching him and the accompanying itch of his tattoo growing. She did it a lot–the tattoo had now taken over one of his arms and was slowly spreading across his back and chest.
But just because Inej was his soulmate didn't mean he was hers. So he kept the glove on at all times, even when he was alone in his room. He couldn't bear to look at his hand, eternally blackened with inked vines.
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Inej wanted so badly to believe in soulmates. Her parents had been–the golden lines of their tattoos snaking down their arms when she was born and only growing as she did. Her father's hands, last she remembered them, were covered in tightly packed curls, shining golden in the sunlight.
Inej's tattoo was black. Vines that tangled around her legs, winding their way up her stomach. But they grew slowly–Kaz rarely looked at her.
It was for this reason that she didn't tell anyone about her tattoo, not even Kaz. She wasn't going to kid herself that he was in love with her and she wouldn't settle for it just because the universe told her to.
She would find love for herself, if she ever found it. So many things in her life had been out of control but this? This would be her choice.
cottoncandy chucklefuck would do numbers on the complicated women’s podcast
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SHADOW AND BONE MEME: [2/4] CHARACTERS → INEJ GHAFA
“She was Inej Ghafa, and she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare.”
ronan!!! he is straight up cheesing!!!!!
he lets me hit bc i follow him around like a guard dog and i say stupid shit just to see him smile and i drive way over the speed limit bc he wants to so bad but he never will and i stay up with him when he can’t sleep and we share a carton of orange juice and he looks like a prince in the middle of a dollar general at three in the morning and he leans back on the headrest and the dashboard lights turn his throat green and the bite of possibility is so urgently present i can feel the teeth sinking into my throat and i wonder if mine looks green to him too if he’s even looking and the car is so quiet until he says when i’m gone dream me the world something new for every night and it rips my heart out of my chest because i want him to stay or i want to go with him i just want to be by his side and there are a thousand things i want to say but i don’t say anything i just want him to come back please come back i promise i’ll be better i. where was i going with this
it’s gorgug- keep going.
incorrect sab subtitles part (?/?)
very interested in how the storyline of ronan's sexuality is developed in the dream thieves as a battle between kavinsky and gansey while adam is almost never present in these scenes, which makes it even more interesting that we found out in CDTH that ronan was set on adam the moment he saw him. i think that ronan is attracted on some level to both gansey and kavinsky (you can draw the lines of how much romantic intention you think he hold towards either of the yourself, that's a rabbit hole I would need a whole other post to go down) but more so I think he was attracted to the IDEA of both of them and certain qualities that each possessed, and that the real question wasn't does ronan want gansey or kavinsky because we know he wants adam but rather who's qualities resonate more with who ronan is, or who he is choosing to be at this critical moment in his character development. kavinsky is a dangerous thrill and often comes wrapped in ronan's other favorite self destructive attempts to outrun himself, while gansey is ronan's history and proof of his deep capacities for loyalty and love. he tells kavinsky it was never going to be me and you and that it's not going to be ronan and gansey because that was never the question- maggie was obviously always planning on bluesy and pynch. the answer to who ronan WANTS in adam. the question of who ronan IS- that's what he's trying to decide here. his self hatred is such a heavy weight on him and theme in tdt, and the kavinsky/gansey dichotomy represents the the path he will choose to take to deal with it- keep try to drive faster than his demons or accept that he can still be loved even if he isn't the person he once was. the dream thieves my beloved ronan lynch my beloved
Saint Applebees, champion of Cassandra, and Sir Applebees, Knight of Cassandra.
(please pick this future Bucky, it's the one with better friends and a sick mullet)
a quiet night in the city we own
kavinsky's death is actually the closing arc in a great tragedy to me bc his actions throughout the story are mostly just him practically begging for someone to be on his side, to care about him, to even just look at him. his father tried to kill him, his mother is completely uninterested. he can dream himself as many people as he wants, but they will only ever think of him because he made them to do so. the dream pack are just physical manifestations of his desire to not be alone in the world, to have someone, anyone, connected to him. he so desperately tries to draw some sort of emotion out of ronan, good bad or ugly, because the intense similarities they share mean that he's the only person who might be willing to look long enough to see him. and when it doesn't work, when he realizes it can't, that this world is not for him and he is not going to be a part of it in a way that involves anyone else, he decides that everyone is going to look at least this once. they will all see the finale if nothing else. genuinely doomed from the start. and how truly devastating that is in comparison to the core group the story focuses on, characters that even at their lowest and darkest and meanest and absolute worst have others there with them. characters that always have someone looking for them. dying is a boring side of a life that has nothing inside of it.