slam dunk me into the nearest trash can

"There was nothing awkward or tentative about Jericho’s kiss. He pressed his mouth against hers with a ferocious insistence. Every part of her felt awake and alive.

Evie pushed him away. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” His expression hardened. “Is it because of what I am?”

She shook her head. “It’s because of Mabel.”

He was looking into her eyes. “Well, I don’t want Mabel. I want you. Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, and I won’t.”

Evie said nothing. Jericho pulled her close and kissed her again. Evie kissed him back, happy for the feel of his lips on hers. Happy for his hands knotted in her hair, happy for his shirt gripped in hers. That was how the world worked, wasn’t it? You set your sights on something, and life came along with a sucker punch. Mabel wanted Jericho, Jericho wanted Evie."


Libba Bray, The Diviners

In which Evie O’Neill is a great friend and Jericho Jones keeps it real: you can’t help to whom you’re attracted, regardless of who is attracted to you, and no one “deserves” you any more or less than anyone else. No one is obligated to love or be with anyone else.

(via direwolves)

(Source: peremadeleine, via direwolves)

08 21 2014


good omens dreamcast: the four horsemen of the apocalypse
naomie harris as war

she was beautiful the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

cillian murphy as pollution

he was somewhere in his twenties at a casual glance, and a casual glance was all anyone ever gave him. he was almost entirely unmemorable.

fan bingbing as famine

(s)he carries out (her) function in a variety of ways: nouvelle cuisine, diet fads, and new foods. it didn’t matter how much you ate, you lost weight. 

archie panjabi as death

there was a grin on (her) face, but then, given the face, there couldn’t have been anything else.

art credit
08 18 2014
08 18 2014