Chapter 7, Northern Lights

AND THE SERPENT SAID, “YOU SHALL NOT SURELY DIE FOR THE AUTHORITY DOTH KNOW THAT ON THAT DAY THAT YE EAT THEREOF, YOUR EYES SHALL BE OPENED. YOUR DAEMONS SHALL ASSUME THEIR TRUE FORM, AND YOU SHALL BE AS GODS KNOWING GOOD AND D U S T.”

i still feel you, now and then, slow like pseudo-ephedrine. when you see me, will you say I’ve changed? — writer in the dark by lorde

depression and being in the closet stole my teenage years from me so if you catch me doing some juvenile shit in my late twenties mine your own damn business

Lord Asriel is Sexy! a novel by me (and 90% of the fandom)

How the holy heck did Marisa say no to Asriel?!

If he asked me to build a new heaven with him, I would say, “We can build whatever you want - just keep kissing me like that and talking to me in that raspy voice, you sexy feral beast.”

Asriel: Do you know who your mother is?

Lyra: Yes, I met her. She's horrible.

Asriel: BAHAHAHA

Asriel: ...

Asriel: Wait, stop, I miss her.

“You could have told me the truth.”

“I wanted you to come and join me,” he said, his voice hoarse and quiet, “and I thought you would prefer a lie.”

“Yes,” she whispered, “that’s what I thought.”

She couldn’t sit still, but she didn’t really have the strength to stand up. For a moment she felt faint, her head swam, sounds receded, the room darkened, but almost at once her senses came back even more pitilessly than before, and nothing in the situation had changed.

  “Asriel …” she murmured.

Lord Asriel: New world, new child, new start?

Marisa: we already have a child and I am not going through pregnancy again lmao, byeee

my father is a hero by lyra belacqua.

All the spirits that I know I saw. Do you see no ghost in me at all?

His hands, still clasping her head, tensed suddenly and drew her toward him in a passionate kiss. Lyra thought it seemed more like cruelty than love, and looked at their daemons, to see a strange sight: the snow leopard tense, crouching with her claws just pressing in the golden monkey’s flesh, and the monkey relaxed, blissful, swooning on the snow. Mrs. Coulter pulled fiercely back from the kiss and said, “No, Asriel - my place is in this world, not that - ” “Come with me!” he said, urgent, powerful. “Come and work with me!” “We couldn’t work together, you and I.” “No? You and I could take the universe to pieces and put it together again, Marisa! We could find the source of Dust and stifle it forever! And you’d like to be part of that great work; don’t lie to me about it. Lie about everything else, lie about the Oblation Board, lie about your lovers - yes, I know about Boreal, and I care nothing - lie about the Church, lie about the child, even, but don’t lie about what you truly want….” And their mouths were fastened together with a powerful greed. Their daemons were playing fiercely; the snow leopard rolled over on her back, and the monkey raked his claws in the soft fur of her neck, and she growled a deep rumble of pleasure.

– His Dark Materials, Northern Lights

you used to want to change the world. come with me. and we can change them all.

"Where did this love come from?"

we could take this universe apart and put it back together again.