in another universe, colm fahey is sitting down for a lovely meal with his son and smiling as he listens to jesper talk about his friends.
the ghafas are grounding inej for sneaking off at night to spend time with her boyfriend
wylan has a flute recital on the weekend that kaz pretends he won’t go to (no one is fooled)
nina and matthias go on dates to the ice cream shop, and matthias always lets nina eat most of his ice cream
the crows are safe, and instead of being criminals, they are simply a group of trouble-making, angsty teenagers. they are children who were allowed to be children. they get the childhoods they deserve.
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I love series where the main character(s) didn’t actually save the world to save the world.
They were just doing something else and happened to save the world at the same time.
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Jesper: do you wanna take this up to the bedroom?
Wylan: sure what’s up there
Jesper: oh and did you bring protection
Wylan: *pulls out a bomb* why what’s up there
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I really hope Netflix isn’t trying to set up Tolya and Inej or that there’s some type of agenda there because this is literally Tolya in the books:
He is been canonically aroace (TO ME) since I read the books and I expect nothing else. Sorry.
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mom: my child is fine
also mom: *watches warily as her child falls in love again with a mentally unstable and lonely character whose mental health was buried before our era*
mom: okaay
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I’m similar to Kaz Brekker not in an edgelord/murderous/no-empathy way that should raise alarms but in so many other ways:
In the way that when someone touches me I feel that same disgust and panic. But I still want to reach out to someone I love. It just takes so much effort and no one would find it worth all the trouble so why bother?
In the way that I walk with a cane and overextend myself because being disabled means overcompensating so that no one thinks you’re weak.
In the way that I’m smart enough to graduate summa cum laude but not smart enough to understand what people mean when they’re nice to me.
In the way that I’m always looking for 15 different outs when I might not even need any at all.
In the way that I’ve been chewed up and spit out by the world and no longer expect anything out of it.
In the way that I want to watch this corrupt society burn to the ground. But if it can’t burn, I’ll abuse these bigoted systems without guilt because I owe them nothing.
In the way that I don’t know how to handle my emotions. In the way that I will think the most loving thoughts about someone and never be able to say it aloud.
In the way that I’ve bottled everything in and don’t know how to let it out.
In the way that I wonder how I was so naive to expect anything from the world when I was 9 years old.
In the way that I can never accept people saying I’m a good or moral person.
In the way that insults and spite and sarcasm roll so much easier off the tongue than love and affection.
I’m like Kaz in that way, and he is so important to me because of all of these qualities of myself that I see in him.
And, you know, because he’s a badass. That too.
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