#sage donahue

[evacrstairs]

'cause you're my religion, you're how i'm living...

the truths we burn (rooksage) headers. like or reblog if you save or use. 👻

[moonysprettypoison]

Emory Scott is me and I am her🔐💔🧸

Born to be a Rosemary, forced to be a Sage!🍎🔐

both literally n metaphorically!

If I were a quote then it would be these ones!

{all the pics are mine, except the last 2}

[lighthousepigeons]

Silas: So who's the clingy one?

Rook, sitting in Sage's lap with his arms wrapped around her: Sage, obviously.

Silas, sarcastically: Obviously.

[maddiesflame]

The Truths We Burn headers

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[lowellars]

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[lyrabbotts]

thatcherlyra i miss you

[rooksblvd]

thatcherlyra moments that make me lose my sanity

thatcher calling lyra DARLING PHANTOM???? #$%##$@$#adjsdk!*(@&%^$#&

lyra calling thatcher ANGEL????@#$$@#!@!#@$!^*&*%^

lyra was thatcher's muse in their own hauntingly beautiful way

thatcher putting coins on the eyes of phoebe's corpse so she crosses river styx and goes soundly into the afterlife (mind you, he was a CHILD, conditioned by a monster to believe that he was also one)

lyra's first kill being so as to protect thatch

little miss prim and proper diva pierson cussing only when he's around lyra

lyra jumping off of a cliff just to evade falling out of her deal with thatch of being tutored in the art of killing

thatcher finally agreeing to tutor lyra and picking thursday for their sessions just because she has chess games with silas every thursday

"She's so exquisite she makes me palpably ill,"

thatch calling lyra scarlett on rare occasions

their first time being intimate in the mausoleum, which in hindsight was very poetic actually

thatch having a full-on mental breakdown after the mausoleum in true aaron warner fashion

thatch almost breaking his carefully fabricated routine when he was about to kill player #1 for the whole circus stunt with lyra

this switch:

“I’m not a dog.” I bite out, even though I did what he asked. “You’re not?” He purrs, the edges of his lips tugging up. “Could’ve fooled me.” A strangled laugh comes from the back of my throat, pain tingling my side from what I assume is a fractured rib. “Did you just make a joke?” “If that will make you feel better about what I said, then sure. I made a joke.” The smile on my face is hard to remove, because he’s smirking and not in a wicked way. In this funny, happy sorta way. “Drop the towel.” He orders, kneeling on the ground in front of me

thatcher cleaning up lyra's wounds and being absolutely enamored with the freckles on her belly he discovered in the process

No, I won't explain myself for the following one

When my eyes open, fluttering in this state of bliss, I find him looking down at his lap. My brows tugging together in concern as I lean forward. My limbs feel impossibly heavy, exhaustion and pain slamming back into me with vengeance. “Thatch,” I murmur, looking down at his lap finding a dark spot on the center of his jeans, my jaw going slack. “Did I—Did you?” “It would appear,” he says, clearing his throat, but the haze of lust still heavy on his tongue. “My cock enjoys the way you taste as well, pet."

thatcher scaring tf outta a diner manager for being condescending towards his bug queen

lyra about to crack and out their little secret of screwing around in the background when she finds out about the threats thatcher has been receiving

Scarlett Lyra Abbott, I'm so gay for you rahhhh:

“If you die, it won’t just ruin me, Thatcher. It will be the reason behind the slaughter of this entire town.” I grind my teeth, knowing my grief at losing him would leave no one safe. “Do not shove me away, then allow yourself to be killed and blame me for what kind of monster is born in my mourning.”

calm down little miss cuntress:

If the Halo comes for me, like they promised, I’ll take it as a compliment.   But her?   If they figure out what she is to me. If they come for her?   I’ll paint the town red.

lyra not giving up on thatcher once during their exchange at her old home, her pushing herself to the brink to make thatcher see all that they were, and all they deserved, pop off queen!

them being each other's firsts

lyra- the girl known for being laid back and gentle- turning into this nasty bittersweet person in the aftermath of thatch's disappearance

thatcher having to abandon his meticulously placed plan again following lyra killing player #2 (colin)

despite her early throws of anger at thatcher pushing her away and being cold when he came back, lyra was quick to realise the whys of him putting her at a distance, that he was afraid of losing her

aksjjaksjkajkjkdhfjdfh, naur shes so sassy for this i love her sm man:

It does what it wants. It takes what it needs, and it doesn’t care what it does when it leaves. “Maybe I’d die for you, Thatcher Pierson,” I mumble. “But death is inevitable for us all. It’s what you’d do for me that matters.” His eyebrow arches in question. “You’d disappear again, just like you did when you were a little boy, just to keep me safe.” I push off the doorframe, turning to walk down the hallway with his eyes still on my back. “And I didn’t even ask you to.”

the iconic:

"I don’t want to share my space with you either, Thatcher. But it’s all you’ve got.” “No.” She lets out a little sigh, rolling her eyes. “Jail it is, then. Rot for all I care.” “I—” “Did something happen between you two?” Briar interrupts me, calling Lyra out for the false narrative she is painting. Looking at me and spewing words she thinks will affect me. Pretending that little heart inside her pale chest isn’t beating for me. Like my ghost doesn’t exist just for me. Like she doesn’t bleed for me. However, the rest of the people in this room don’t need to know that. “Yeah, like fucking?” Rook adds.

COMMUNICATING THROUGH ANNOTATIONS. BYE. I'M SO UNWELL.

thatcher learning deeply about lyra through her home and falling a little more with every childhood picture of hers and every taxidermized collection

thatcher stabbing conner's tongue for forcing himself on lyra. in the school. WHEN HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AT THE CABIN, OUT OF SIGHT.

thatcher cooking for her, and asking her about her mom. especially significant because from this moment on, he had waved a massive fuck-you to the consequences and circumstances and had known deep within himself that he was always hers, as she always his

thatcher gifting lyra a taxidermized spider collection she'd secretly wanted for months

lyra killing conner for good

thatcher cleaning her mess up with the boys

oh they make me so sickkk:

"Death is trivial. He can't keep you from me. I'll follow you to the grave everytime and follow you in each life after."

[4amethyst]

Thatcher Alexander. Silas Hawthorne. Rook Van doren

[hvtchlvr]

rook van doren and sage donahue

[g00dgraces]

﹟sage donahue & rook van doren, the truths we burn, hollow boys

[evacrstairs]

the hollow boys (lyra, coraline and sage) christmas headers!! 🎄⭐️🐛

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[moonysprettypoison]

Born to be a Rosemary, forced to be a Sage 🔐❤️

#Sage Donahue! {#pretty poison🍎}

she is me and I am her!🔐❤️. I’m the antisocial version of her!

~ {the truths we burn by Monty jay}

[jetsteelyourheart]

Bloodlines Book 3 Indigo Spell by Richelle Mead

Illustration Group Shot!

Eddie, Jackie Terwilliger, Marcus, Sabrina, Clarence, Trey, Angeline, Sydney, Jill & Adrian at Salton Sea

One of my many "This would never happen but goddammit I want a group shot in a fun location" drawings

[hiloedits]

— the hollow boys headers

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[flawless-imperfections]

sorry if i stare

[rooksblvd]

chat is it too early to say i love them sm it makes me sick