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the raven cycle ≡ joseph kavinsky kavinsky made a gun of his thumb and finger and put it to ronan’s temple. “bang” he said softly, withdrawing the fake gun. “see you on the streets.”

czynchs:

the dream pack

                                 kavinsky’s pack of dogs

phoenixfeathr:

underrated trc scenes 03: chapters 43-44 of the dream thieves

Kavinsky made a gun of his thumb and finger and put it to Ronan’s temple.
                       “ Bang, ”                 he said softly, withdrawing the fake gun.
                                                                              See you on the streets.

mgnto:

The world’s a nightmare.

lokiofasgcrd:

@ravencyclenetwork search: antagonists
     
joseph kavinsky 
                           “ See you on the streets. ”


ghahfa:

“I will burn you down,” Kavinsky said.
Ronan’s smile was sharp as a knife. He had already been burned to nothing. “You wish.”
Kavinsky made a gun of his thumb and finger and put it to Ronan’s temple.
Bang,” he said softly, withdrawing the fake gun. “See you on the streets.

vlctorvale:

@ravencyclenetwork​ search: antagonists

↳ joseph kavinsky

See you on the streets…

@ravencyclenetwork search: antagonists  »   joseph kavinsky

“i will burn you down,” kavinsky said.
ronan’s smile was sharp as a knife. he had already been burned to nothing. “you wish.”
kavinsky made a gun of his thumb and finger and put it to ronan’s temple.
“bang,” he said softly, withdrawing the fake gun. “see you on the streets.”

kuweiyulbo:

@ravencyclenetwork​ search: antagonists  → joseph kavinsky

   Ronan said, “Life isn’t just sex and drugs and cars.” 
   Kavinsky stood up. The thorns whipped at his legs, sinking into his cargo pants. His heavy-lidded eyes held Ronan’s, and Ronan thought of all of the times he had looked through the window of his BMW and seen Kavinsky looking back. The illicit thrill of it. The certainty that Kavinsky didn’t let anyone tell him who he was. 
   Kavinsky said, “Mine is.” He looked to the woods. 
   Holding out his hand, he snapped his fingers, just as he had to queue the first firework. 
   The forest  s c r e a m e d . 

jecnmoreau:

in and out like a motherfucking thief

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