vlctorvale:

@sixofcrowsnet​ secret santa for: @gabelightwood​

merry christmas karla! <3

keatingcharlie:

           leverage is all about knowing the difference.

amouterus:

“There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.”

happy bierthday, @rvebennett! ♡

nazyalensky:

I don’t want your prayers,” he said. “What do you want, then?” The old answers came easily to mind. Money. Vengeance. Jordie’s voice in my head silenced forever. But a different reply roared to life inside him, loud, insistent, and unwelcome. You, Inej. You. He shrugged and turned away. “To die buried under the weight of my own gold.” Inej sighed. “Then I’ll pray you get all you ask for.”

for @chaseannbeth ♡

williamsherondales:

@sixofcrowsnet​ heist: backstory  ⟶  Kaz Brekker

He thought of Inej asking, Was there no one to protect you? He remembered Jordie seated beside him on a bridge, smiling and alive, the reflection of their feet in the water beneath them, the warmth of a cup of hot chocolate cradled in his mittened hands. We were supposed to look out for each other.
     They’d been two farm boys, missing their father, lost in this city.

williamsherondales:

@sixofcrowsnet​ heist: backstory  ⟶  Kaz Brekker

He thought of Inej asking, Was there no one to protect you? He remembered Jordie seated beside him on a bridge, smiling and alive, the reflection of their feet in the water beneath them, the warmth of a cup of hot chocolate cradled in his mittened hands. We were supposed to look out for each other.
     They’d been two farm boys, missing their father, lost in this city.

azqaban:

kanej + favorite quotes 

zoyae:

@sixofcrowsnet hunger games: kanej for lari @carstairsjames 

“She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”

williamsherondales:

@sixofcrowsnet​ heist: backstory  ⟶  Kaz Brekker

He thought of Inej asking, Was there no one to protect you? He remembered Jordie seated beside him on a bridge, smiling and alive, the reflection of their feet in the water beneath them, the warmth of a cup of hot chocolate cradled in his mittened hands. We were supposed to look out for each other.
     They’d been two farm boys, missing their father, lost in this city.

corporalki:

kaz 

       dirtyhands 

                    bastard of the barrel 

@dailyketterdam: favorite character