I want to play a game. Ask away little creepers!
are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares
TMI Appreciation Week [Day 2] Favorite book out of the series » City of Glass
okay, most of what i do re: harry potter is criticism, and hp is flawed in such a number of ways, but sometimes i just sit here and
i mean, you all have a comprehension of just how drastically harry potter changed literature, yeah? like. it revitalized it. it blew the literary…
I wish there was some sort of blanket you could cover yourself with but it didn’t make you warm it just provided the sensation of being covered because some nights it’s just too hot for a blanket but I need something covering me so it’s a choice between boiling to death or being completely vulnerable to monsters
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.