you, a fool: faeries only mistreat those who mistreat them or the earth; clearly, you did something wrong.
me, an intellectual: sometimes faeries wanna and are gonna kick your ass in particular for no good reason and that’s just the way it is

Today we got what I think of as “in-between” wedding rings. When Magnus and I got married, we didn’t have rings. We got little spinner rings at the time from the lady who did the ceremony. Those rings are important to me, but especially as we get ready to spend half a year half a world apart, I wanted something more personal.

The rings everyone in system wants to get are like to get are almost $1k.

So we got these for now. They’re ebony wood, which I think is very cool. These are more personal to *me* than the expensive rings are, too. *My* wedding ring instead of *our* wedding ring.

I wish Jace and Izzy were here. I wish they’d been there when we got married. But I’m still happy, here with the person I love more than anything.

Did you ever notice how in the Bible, when ever God needed to punish someone,
or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you
ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent
praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever
really want to see an angel?

Thomas Daggett, The Prophecy, 1995 Horror Movie (via jarandhel)