#shadow and bones s2

[nmnf30]

[nataliescatorccio]

not shadow and bone being cancelled when the scripts are already written. a season is right there ready to be filmed and netflix are once again throwing it away to become another in a long list of wasted potential. netflix, maybe you should stop picking up book adaptations if you have zero long term plans for them because you cannot do them justice in two seasons max.

[weaponizedducks]

so netflix grishaverse did the thing where they cut between the helnik and the s&b storyline. like one moment with alina and the next with nina and matthias exposition. i think they should have done that with wylan as well.

like imagine your watching this really intense, dramatic scene and suddenly it cuts to this random gay ginger kid in a mansion absolutely fucking shredding it on the flute. five seconds and then immediate cut back to prev scene. no explanation. this happens like twice every episode and each time it's just wylan doing random shit. he's drawing. he's staring at a wall. he's sighing gayly. yeah

[skepticalcatfrog]

Here's what I'm thinking about on this fine evening: Ketterdam has a HUGE CANAL SYSTEM that runs pretty much through the entire city and I, somehow, completely missed that.

Here's the Ketterdam map, right? We know her. We love her.

BUT, let's zoom in a little:

You can see very clearly here that those thicker, darker colored lines connect distinctly into the harbor, which means that they are ALSO WATER.

So, if a person with a Six of Crows obsession and maybe a little too much time on their hands were to take that map and color it so that all of the water was blue, it would look something like this:

Now, I may just be stupid, but I'd like to believe there is at least one other person who will be as baffled upon seeing this post as I was when I made this realization. It's water!! Canals are a major form of transportation in Ketterdam!! This not only is very interesting to me in regards to Ketterdam’s culture, but it also changed the way I pictured the city in my head. This is life-changing stuff, people.

[five-of-cr]

[shadowandbone]

SIX OF CROWS Sizzle Reel [x]

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

the genre that is photos of Jessie and Jack together and how much i love them both! <3

+LOTS of grishaverse content in THIS post :https://yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere.tumblr.com/post/768200262755221504/and-the-saga-continues-just-girls-i-hope

+How i first experienced Jack's incredible talent and Their magic (the day was January 13, 2022 Jack/Wylan day IYKYK) i went into youtube and watched this. Since then i've been only more and more and more in awe of everything He's doing, all the art They send into this world. JACK SINGING 'A Lot Like Me' from The Magician's Elephant:https://youtu.be/xf_DqSXKJak(VERY Wylan's song yes. LOVE the comments here btw)

!https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/718197308183969793/falafel14-proof-that-jack-wolfe-has-been-walking?source=share

-iconic 'Who's Mark?' :https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/711124098894479360/this-and-also-9-days?source=share &https://yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere.tumblr.com/post/711124098894479360/this-and-also-9-days

-Shadow and Bone Season 2 + subtle hints to Wylan’s backstory(in GIFS):https://www.tumblr.com/stevenrogered/712346903736664064/shadow-and-bone-season-2-subtle-hints-to-wylans

+https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/712331646000627712/in-jmls-words-the-women-of-grishaverse-can-do &https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/711793091810590720/they-are-all-so-beautiful-new

-he fell first, he fell harder :https://yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere.tumblr.com/post/711788484640260096/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere-yes &https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/711305533150380032/yes-iconic-whos-mark?source=share

-https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/720000720048422912/what-an-icon-and-hes-trending-on-twitter &https://yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere.tumblr.com/post/720000720048422912/what-an-icon-and-hes-trending-on-twitter

[martinakl13]

While Tolya and Tamar fight, Kaz takes a break to get a nice tan.

[catdoingblep]

[tough-n-dumb]

i genuinely cannot get over kaz’s face and the barely concealed panic on it when sturmhond/nikolai holds up the garnets of ivets necklace and kaz realizes that without it he can’t keep his promise to inej and pay off her indenture. and we know that he takes the necklace from alina in the first place exactly for that reason

and so even though inej would probably be so angry at him for it, he immediately sells alina out to get the necklace/equivalent money back

this man is willing to damn a saint with absolutely zero hesitation for the woman he loves

[renegadesstuff]

ship x quotes: kanej's version 🤍 [10/?]

[nmnf30]

how do people interpret what kaz said here? is it money? his brother? inej?…

[remusfinglupin]

Two tickets to Barbie please

[socdaily]

SHADOW AND BONE | 2.04 “Every Monstrous Thing”

[skepticalcatfrog]

Crows Silhouette Portraits, Part 1/3: Kanej

Helnik Wesper

Does this style suit them or what?

[amsgrey]

Domestication

Kia Ora! It's been forever since I posted anything and it feels like forever since I've had the motivation to sit and right, but this came to me all of a sudden and I wrote it in like two hours so it might suck (not that I care) but no more writer's block!! Ka Pai!!!

synopsis: A Typical night with the Bastard of the Barrel. Or, the Bastard of the Barrel behind his locked door.

warnings: major fluff yall, not proofread yet because we all know I suck at that, I can't think of anything else oops

Kaz was almost always reading in his spare time, from ledgers to novels to the latest Ketterdam newspapers on stocks or whatever else the press thought worthy of ink. Every night when you climbed the stairs to his room, you would find him busy reading through one thing or another.

Tonight was no different. When you finally got off your shift in the Crow club, you found Kaz sitting on his bed with a book in hand. You let out a sigh, toeing off your worn boots and walking to the basin to wash your hands and face.

"How's the club?" Kaz asked, not taking his eyes from the page.

You splashed water in your face, "Plenty of Pigeons.”

You dried your face and joined Kaz on his bed, leaning against the headboard, mirroring his own pose.

"How was your day scheming?"

Kaz turned to look at you, entirely unamused by your cheeky smirk.

"It was fine," He replied, slowly.

The two of you sat silently, enjoying the quietness for a while. For the last few weeks, you had been staying in Kaz's room more and more. You had jokingly told him it was because his bed was bigger and more comfortable, but you both knew it was because you enjoyed waking up beside one another.

You noticed Kaz must have cleaned while you were away, tidying off his desk and drawers. Kaz was a stress cleaner, you had learnt. He liked this space to be tidy, everything in its rightful place. You learned rather quickly to keep things where they were meant to be.

"I cleared a drawer," Kaz said suddenly, you turned to look at him with a frown.

"Okay?"

Kaz put his book down on the table beside him, "For you."

It took a moment for his words to register, Kaz watched as your eyes lit up and a grin spread across your face.

"For me?"

He nodded once.

You leaned forward, gently placing your hand in his, "Have I finally succeeded in domesticating the Bastard of the barrel?"

Kaz made a big show of rolling his eyes, "It's one drawer."

You shrugged, cheekily replying, "One more than I had yesterday."

Kaz had been a lot better with touch lately, in the safety of his room, where no one other than you entered. It took months, years, to get to this point. With your hand in his, mindlessly rubbed circles with his thumb, tracing a pattern only he knew.

"What are you reading?"

Kaz had yet to put his book down, holding his page with a finger wedged in the pages. He opened to where he was, displaying the tiny cramped print for you to see.

"A book about stocks," He said.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

You giggled, "Sounds... boring."

Kaz gave you an annoyed side glance and went back to reading. Admitting defeat, you unthreaded your fingers from his and slipped off the bed. You padded over to Kaz's chest of drawers, well aware that he was watching you in between the words on the page. You pulled open the draw, seeing that Kaz had cleared you a space. A smile broke across your face again, pleased at the sight in front of you. Kaz's drawers were heavy and sometimes finicky, much like all the furniture in the Slat. You lifted the draw a little and slid it back into place, making sure it was shut tight like Kaz had it before.

Instead of returning to Kaz, you opened the next drawer down. Sliding it open as carefully as possible, the drawer revealed pristinely folded shirts and tunics. You ran your fingers over the fabric, almost all of Kaz's shirts were soft and clean, he took such care of his clothes and appearance. It was one of the reasons you loved him, his attention to detail and his immense care for the small details. You found the shirt you were after, one that he never wore but kept folded neatly in his drawer for you.

You unbuttoned your own shirt, it smelt of the Crow Club. A strange redolence of beer, jurda and the distinct smell of the wooden tables after years of use. You lay your dirty shirt over the back of Kaz's desk chair, making note to add it to your own washing in the morning. You pulled on Kaz's shirt, immediately greeted by his scent that was woven through the threads. Kaz shirt felt like pure silk after spending the day in your scratchy blouse, the fabric soothing away any irritation left on your skin.

You looked over your shoulder at Kaz for a moment, spying him nose-deep in his book again. You both knew he wasn't actually reading.

You rid yourself of your belt next, one that you had pinched from Nina months ago. You undid the buckle and carefully laid it over the chair, trying to keep your belongings in one space. You did the same with your skirt and tights, leaving you in almost ready to slip into bed.

You rounded back around the bed, pulling back the covers and slipping underneath. This was your nightly routine now, you slipping under the covers before Kaz, promising to stay awake with him and almost always falling asleep anyway. Kaz loved it, you knew. He would pretend to be exasperated, watching you yawn and fade slowly, but after you fell asleep he would put his book away and watch you rest peacefully.

Curled up under the covers, you watched him read. Watching his eyes scan the page and his lips ghost the words as he read. Sometimes, when he got invested, he would make comments to himself out loud. Oftentimes, "Saints Sake," or "Fool," depending on who or what he was reading about. If you were lucky, Kaz would read quietly and the furrow in his brow would ease, smoothed away as he relented to his book. Those were your favourite moments. Watching the Bastard of the Barrel vanish and Kaz Reitveld appear again. Each time, you cherished them like it was the last.

You shifted again, pulling the blanket over your shoulder to keep your warmth trapped. Kaz's eyes shifted over to you, a silent question within them.

"Read to me?" You whispered.

Kaz smiled, a gentle, loving smile that sent butterflies to your stomach and tingles down your spine.

"Of course."

Kaz took one hand from the book, finding your own under the cover.

You didn't care about how boring the current stock market was or whatever it was Kaz was reading, but you loved hearing Kaz read to you. The sound of his voice, calm and patient after a dangerous and tumultuous day. The sound of his fingers drumming on the hardcover, a steady beat. When he turned the page, he would hang on to the last word of the page, so as to not forget what it was.

You loved every part of these nights with every part of your soul.

As you started to relax more, your mind sinking into sleep, you pulled his hand to your chest, pressing your lips to his knuckles and whispering, "I love you, Rietveld."

Kaz placed his book away, blowing out the lantern and joining you under the covers.

"I love you too," He whispered, his lips pressed to your hairline.