I Watched Some Harry Potter Movies Recently, So….

Ask any woman & she’ll tell you why Eve bit / into that apple. Why she chose the universe instead / of you.

Topaz Winters, from “Witch in Red,” published in heather press (via lifeinpoetry)

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Modern Witches

- Nervous witches collecting rainwater in mason jars and purifying it for non visibility spells. Dousing their wrists and necks and behind their ears to prevent unwanted attention.

- Witches brewing tea and coffee and leaving it to sit for days so that the spirits in their homes will be pleased.

- Twenty year old witches squinting at their scrawled runes in a composition notebook in a cramped apartment as they study for exams.

- Witches arming themselves with non-lethal hexes and curses when they have to walk at night in the city because you can never be too careful.

- Witches adopting their black cats from shelters, and maybe several other cats that aren’t black as well.

- Witches creating fairy lights of floating candles that sometimes drip wax on the floor but will refuse to burn the witch’s dwelling.

- Familiars doubling as therapy pets and service dogs.

"#and now i'm thinking about the fic#where ronan and gansey-on-fire#accidentally get married" Now you clearly need to write that!

I nominate anyone else to write it! Which is what I told allthroughoursplendor. And then she told me I was no fun, which is accurate! 

But if I WAS writing it Adam and Blue would mostly find this hilarious, since neither of them were even thinking about getting married so it’s not like it changes their immediate plans, and it would change literally nothing about Gansey and Ronan’s relationship. Because seriously. Gansey and Ronan the two-headed creature. Gansey and Ronan of the “this is precisely why I didn’t want to have a baby with you.” Like, Gansey was always going to be the first person to the hospital/jail/moving van rental place anyway. Just now he can do all of the shit he was doing for Ronan before with an added legal benefit. 

You know, until Helen and/or Declan is just like ‘seriously you guys, the Gansey parents are displeased and your taxes are going to be fucked and this is not cute or funny, no Helen stop laughing, it’s really not funny.’ Helen thinks it’s kind of funny. 

Adam’s mostly like, “WE LEFT YOU ALONE FOR A WEEK?” 

And Blue chimes in with, “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO CAMPING, WHY WERE YOU EVEN IN VEGAS?”

And Ronan says, “Camping got boring, Vegas had better food.” 

Gansey sniffs and just says, “the Grand Canyon was a thing of splendor Ronan, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. We didn’t even get to take a donkey into the bottom.” 

Blue rolls her eyes. “At least being married hasn’t changed you into people who aren’t contrary assholes.”

“The coyotes were making Chainsaw nervous.” 

“The lack of A/C was making you nervous, more like,” Adam says, because he has heard Ronan whine about the heat in his apartment SO MANY TIMES. 

Ronan gives him his best shit eating grin.

“That’s gotta be a five hour drive,” Blue says. 

“Three hours, fifty minutes,” Ronan breaks in. 

Blue huffs. “Why can’t you just do whims like the rest of us? Maybe get a different haircut or paint your nails something fancy?”

“What are you saying about my hair?” Gansey asks. 

At the same time Ronan says “My nails are already fucking fancy enough. Plus I let Noah paint them black that one time and it took forever to get that shit off.” 

And that’s when Adam starts laughing because holy shit their boyfriends are the most ridiculous people on the fucking planet and that’s the only explanation. “Let me see it.” 

“You okay being my mistress then?” Ronan pulls a thin gold band out of his pocket and tosses it at Adam who catches it mid-air and turns it over. 

“Mistress,” Adam says, and giggles in spite of himself. “It sounds so clandestine and exciting. Not at all like I have to put up with your socks on my fucking pillow.”

“My socks are a gift and so are the feet that go in them.”

“Gansey, make your husband behave,” Blue says, just trying it out. She finds this is also hilarious and joins Adam in the giggling.

“I still don’t want to have a baby with you,” Gansey says with fake misery, just to make sure it stands. 

“That’s what the mistress is for. Right, Parrish?” 

Adam closes his fist around the ring and punches Ronan lightly in the shoulder.

And that’s how Ronan and Gansey are married for a whole two weeks or something before older heads prevail and they have it annulled on the grounds it was never consummated. Ronan chimes in that he consummated it many times, just with someone else. Blue says that that’s not what consummated means. Adam says nothing. He just rolls his eyes a hundred times, because seriously you guys. Why can’t we ever doing anything the way normal people do it? How do we always find ourselves in these situations? You guys, seriously.  

holy, holy, holy. these are the words he murmurs into your skin, language of prayer, language of divinity, language of worship. holy, holy, holy. he whispers it into your crook of your neck, rolls the words into the hollow of your throat, into your bones, into your sharp edges. holy, holy, holy. a mantra. a litany. a prayer. holy, holy, holy. the way he looks at you, it’s like he wants to take you apart and study each piece of you, and then maybe he’ll put you back together when he’s done. maybe. holy, holy, holy. he stares at you, so hard you can feel it burning your skin, and you think maybe he’ll kiss you, or maybe he’ll eat you alive. you haven’t decided yet. holy, holy, holy. in the end, it’s a kiss, real as a punch and twice as hard, and it hurts like a bullet pearling into flesh, hurts like his eyes on the back of your neck, on your collarbones, on your lips. holy. holy, holy, holy.

on loving a god | m.c.p (via ara-ne-um)

marina nery @ the society

hi imagine adam and ronan getting into a fight where adam storms out of monmouth and gansey calls him hours later like “can you please come do something with your boyfriend?” and in the background he can hear the clutter of noah and ronan making a makeshift band out of crap around monmouth and playing blink 182′s I Miss You

ICARUS

“What is it like to be immortal?” Icarus asks.

“Think of it like this,” Apollo explains, ”when I was small, so was my world. The only sky I knew was the one at the foot of my father’s throne. But as I grew, so did my world. I soared the skies above Sparta and Athens and all I asked for became mine. To be immortal is to know that greater victories always await.”

Apollo rakes his eyes over Icarus’ beating wings, “What is it like to be mortal?”

Icarus says nothing as the gentle brush of Apollo’s fingertips leave burns along his jaw. He says nothing as his lungs fill with ash after every kiss. Nothing as his body begins to feel the weight of his wings pulling him down.

And finally, as the wings give in to the heat, and Icarus falls through the clouds, he closes his eyes and says with a smile,

“It feels like this.”

—If you have to ask, then it was never meant to be yours anyway. (i.s.)   

Don’t mind me, I’m just going to go lay face-down on the floor and think about Neil’s insistence on thoughtful navigation of Andrew’s post-abuse boundaries.