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“Please tell me we’re looking at the same thing,” Julius whispers to Sadie. “That is … a dot, right? I’m not going insane? That is genuinely, literally a single dot?”

bruh ik his brother’s intelligent and all but is he jaded hahahahah millions for a splotch of ink. bruh he’s glazing himself way too much. errr

“It’s us, Sadie,” he says, like that’s answer enough. “When have we been bad at anything?”

“It’s like I’ve been poisoned,” I go on, my palms itching. “It’s like a sickness, and somehow, the cause and cure of it is him. I hate it so much, but I can’t even control my own brain—”

“Because,” he says quietly, a curious expression on his face. I’ve never seen him so serious. So sincere. “You’re the only person worth paying attention to.”

need an academic rival rn

“To my surprise, he laughs. “Oh, I know you. You’re the other captain, right? My little brother talks about you all the time.”

I falter. Beside me, Julius has gone very still, his complexion pale. “Your . . . little brother?”

“Yeah,” James says breezily. “My brother, Julius Gong.”

OMG HAHHAHA

“At the mere sight of him, I experience a rush of loathing so pure and visceral it feels akin to wonder. It’s hard to believe that someone with such an awful personality could have such pleasing looks—or that someone with such pleasing looks could have such an awful personality.”

let's gooo

“I don’t need it,” I said, my throat filling with tears. “I can figure something out…”

“I know you can,” he said. “You can stand on your own, but if I can make it easier for you, I’m going to do that.”

im so sad

“My Jonah, I thought. He’s mine now, and I’m his”

give them a miracle pls

“Does anything hurt right now?”

“No, Kacey.” Jonah stroked my hair, held me tighter. “Right now, nothing hurts.”

im so sad

“I’m starting to see a little bottle,” I said. “It’s already beautiful. You’re so talented.”

“So are you,” he said, not looking up from his work. “But all the pieces of your talent—singing, guitar, songwriting…They’re scattered all over, like my installation. Or a constellation. Put them together…” Now he looked up, his smile gentle. “The whole might be pretty spectacular.”

so cuteee

“I offered her mine. “Taste?”

That’s all I could manage. Taste. I scoffed inwardly. Me Tarzan, you Jane.”

hahah he funny

“So, this is your best day?” Evangeline asked. She wished she realized it sooner, or that she had more time to look around this curious inn, to see what it was that Jacks held dear.”

AAHHHHHHH im crying the hollow woth her is his best day omggg

“Evangeline had no idea what had happened, no clue that Jacks had already used the stones to turn back time for her.
She was trying to talk him out of using them to go back to Donatella. She’d asked him to come with her instead.
After everything, she’d still wanted him.”

“He would carry her through more than just freezing waters. He would pull her through fire if he had to, haul her from the clutches of war, from falling cities and breaking worlds . . . ”

mind may forget but the body would remember. 💔😢

“I swear this is what I really want.” He spoke each word like a vow. “I want to erase every moment you and I have spent together, every word you’ve said to me, and every time I’ve touched you, because if I don’t, I’ll kill you, just like I killed the Fox.”

IM SICK 💔

“I mean … it’s just one night,” he said softly. “In the morning, you can forget it. You can go back to pretending you don’t like me, and I can pretend that I don’t care. But for tonight, let me pretend you’re mine.”

“Do you still think of me as just a tool?”
Jacks frowned. “I try not to think of you at all.”

“She tried to take comfort in the books. Stories had always felt as if they were her friends. But all these stories felt like distant relations to the tales that she knew.”

“According to the myths, the Prince of Hearts was not capable of love because his heart had stopped beating long ago. Only one person could make it work again: his one true love. They said his kiss was fatal to all but her—his only weakness—and as he’d sought her, he’d left a trail of corpses.”

ofcourse

“I kind of like the idea of getting caught,” he said easily. “It’s not like anyone could make us stop feeling what we feel for each other.”

LORDDDD IM ONEEE 😭😭😭😭

“He sat down, leaning back and sliding his hands into his hoodie’s pocket. When he looked up at me, he wore that lazy smile that always made my knees go weak.
“Sit,” he said, nodding to the space beside him.”

huhuhu ang pogi

“He’s such an idiot.”
I agreed. But he was her idiot.”

rightttt

“Milow, you know Mom was just joking when she said we could put our drawings in a gallery, right?”
She nodded. [I know.]
“Okay, good. Because I would never want my drawings to hang anywhere else than your room,” I told her. “I drew them for you, not for anyone else.”

awwwww these kids

“I think of what Bram said about Ivy. ‘She lets me into her bed as easy as breathing.’

I should hate her for it.. But I don’t hate her at all. I understand better than anyone.

Thalia pats the bed. “Come on, darling.”

I unbutton my doublet and lie back on the pillows… until I’m barely anyone at all.”

damn every MMC i pick up lately has a “sleeping with the villain for survival” backstory.

“With Lydia?” I spit.

“Yes, with Lydia. I will not allow you to throw that relationship in my face.”

“She’s my sister!”

Emmett whips his head back around to me. “And she’s my best friend.”

“Then go, go to her.” Every crack in my heart that had begun to heal splits open once more.”

erm this lowk hurts wthelly

“Globs of golden honey drip from her fingers, across his lips and down his chin. She pumps them in and out and he sucks softly, his eyes fluttering closed, his head tipped back. He, too, wears a crown. It’s askew atop his dark hair, and his doublet—beaded black to match Lydia’s—hangs open at his throat. I gasp, and it must awaken something in him."

what the heck happened bruh

“They say when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes, but I don’t see anything but her.”

“Ivy. Ivy. Ivy. Ivy.

I can’t bring myself to regret any of it. Not if it meant I got to have her.”

“I don’t know why I keep giving her opportunities to break my heart.”

“Why can’t she suffer in a more palatable way? Why can’t she find a way to make her agony lovable, her pain marriageable, when I’m trying so hard?

"Be prettier when you cry", the part of me I hate most wants to say to her.”

sisterhood lol

"I love Lydia more than anyone else in the world too.
She’s easier to love when she’s not in front of me. I like her so much more when she’s not around.”