“He’s my mate!”
- Joseph Morgan about Nate Buzolic
Four’s eyes are still on mine when he lifts his hand, pulls his elbow back, and throws the knife. It is just a flash in the air, and then I hear a thud. The knife is buried in the board, half a foot away from my cheek. I close my eyes. Thank God.
“You about done, Stiff?” asks Four.
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“Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.
i get really uncomfortable when people don’t maximize their browser window
realizing im basically mr.crocker when someone mentions my fandom in public
I SERVED A KID DRESSED AS IRON MAN TODAY AND I ASKED HIM WHAT HIS NAME WAS AND HE SAID IT WAS TONY AND HIS MUM SHOOK HER HEAD AND WAS LIKE NO HIS NAME IS JESSE AND I LOOKED BACK AT THE KID TO GIVE HIM HIS CHANGE AND SAID ‘HAVE A NICE DAY MR STARK’ AND HE GOT SO EXCITED AND RAN OFF WITH HIS SISTER IT WAS GREAT
If I don’t do it now, I won’t be able to do it at all. I swallow hard.
The wind is so powerful I hear and feel nothing else. I have to lean against Uriah to keep from falling over. At first, all I see is the marsh, wide and brown and everywhere, touching the horizon, devoid of life. In the other direction is the city, and in many ways it is the same, lifeless and with limits I do not know.
IT IS SUCH A GOOD DAY TO BE IN THE HUNGER GAMES AND DIVERGENT FANDOM MY DAY JUST GOT INFINITELY BETTER
Think of it this way; every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than what we are now, students. If they can do it, why not us?