yessss it finally occurred to alina to do my favorite thing with light
change the way it reflects in order to change the way people perceive you
oh my gOD
i cannot believe im more than halfway through the third book and it’s still surprising me
usually by now i’d have learned to expect surprises but nOPE apparently i just want them to be happy so much that i keep managing to delude myself into believing that nothing will go wrong
if you are straight and say “im so gay”, consider this instead:
- don’t do that
if you are gay and say “im so gay”, consider this instead:
• don’t do that
i firmly believe nikolai is aromantic, and possibly also somewhere on the asexual spectrum
YOU ALL NEED TO GO READ THE GRISHA TRILOGY IMMEDIATELY
not gonna lie, when i started reading this series i was NOT expecting canon queers
and yet here we are
i am so happy
Tamar hooked a scarf over Nadia’s neck and drew her in for a kiss.
THERE IT IS
I AM SLAYED
IT IS CANON AND I ADORE THIS SERIES MORE THAN MOST THINGS
“Better things too,” Tamar said. She shoved a cobalt lace gown at Nadia. “Try this one on.”
Nadia held it up. “Are you out of your head? The bodice might as well be cut to the navel.”
Tamar grinned. “Exactly.”
ok, so this is clearly a thing that is canon and happening
now if the author would just explicitly mention that they’re in a relationship instead of implying it super heavily, i might have to wind up labeling this series as one of my all time favorites
“What do you want, Mal?” The room seemed very quiet.
“Don’t ask me that.”
“Because it can’t be.”
“I want to hear it anyway.”
He blew out a long breath. “Say goodnight. Tell me to leave, Alina.”
“You need an army. You need a crown.”
He laughed then. “I know I’m supposed to say something noble—I want a united Ravka free from the Fold. I want the Darkling in the ground, where he can never hurt you or anyone else again.” He gave a rueful shake of his head. “But I guess I’m the same selfish ass I’ve always been. For all my talk of vows and honor, what I really want is to put you up against that wall and kiss you until you forget you ever knew another man’s name. So tell me to go, Alina. Because I can’t give you a title or an army or any of the things you need.”
He was right. I knew that. Whatever fragile, lovely thing had existed between us belonged to two other people—people who weren’t bound by duty and responsibility—and I wasn’t sure what remained. And still I wanted him to put his arms around me, I wanted to hear him whisper my name in the dark, I wanted to ask him to stay.
He touched the space over his heart where he wore the golden sunburst I’d given him long ago in a darkened garden.
“Moi soverenyi,” he said softly. He bowed and was gone.
ouch, my heart
"i am not ruined. i am ruination."
I AM SO PAINFULLY IN LOVE WITH GENYA