Ignite Me (Shatter Me, #3)

by Tahereh Mafi

I’ve always known, deep down, who should be leading this resistance. I’ve felt it quietly for some time now, always too scared to bring the words to my lips. Someone who’s got nothing left to lose and everything to gain. Someone no longer afraid of anyone. Not Castle. Not Kenji. Not Adam. Not even Warner. It should be me.

That's hysterical, how's she gonna be leading anyone when she can't get through a chapter without having a mental breakdown???

some bland, utterly replaceable automaton.

That is generally how I feel about Adam lmao

I am no longer afraid of fear, and I will not let it rule me. Fear will learn to fear me.

Girl thought she ate lmao

I’d forgotten that Warner almost killed Adam, that he’d shot Adam right in front of my face.

Adam is so boring that like? As Warner should ig

it’s only been three days since the battle.

wtf? she was shot 3 days ago? i mean i know she was healed with magic powers but? i was thinking AT LEAST a week

Just so they can kill you before your eighteenth birthday?

How tf is she STILL 17???

Warner scratches the back of his head. “Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable? You have as much charisma as the rotting innards of unidentified roadkill.”

WHY IS WARNER A VIBE RN TEAM FUCK YOU ADAM LMAO

What about me?” he demands. “What about our relationship? When did that stop being enough for you?”

omfg manbaby trigger warning please

“God, no,” Warner says. “Juliette doesn’t require my assistance.

Okay yeah that's hot

“Who? Kenji?” Another nod. “Oh,” I say, blinking in surprise. “He’s my best friend.”

since when lmao she's treated him like shit for 2 books

A few seconds jump off the roof.

ok that was funny, i liked that

Maybe your lady bits are scientifically confused.” “My lady bits?”

NOPE DIDN'T LIKE THAT

I’m a terrible friend. All I do is dump my problems on him, never thinking to ask him about his own. He must have so much on his mind.

yeah true

The real Adam wouldn’t kick me out of his house like this. He wouldn’t talk to me like this. Not the Adam I know. The Adam I thought I knew.

i'm honestly glad Adam is getting a villain arc, now i can hate him for more substantial reasons than being boring

“I was happier,” Adam says, “when I thought she was dead.”

BROOO NO HE DIDN'T PFFFLMAO

“You and me,” Adam is saying to me now, his voice so rough, so angry, “we’re done.

BRO SHE ALREADY BROKE UP WITH YOU FIRST STUPIDASS

I press it without thinking. I press it over and over and over again, because the action calms me. Soothes me, somehow. Click click. I like the repetitive motion. Click. Click click. I don’t know what else to do.

would that not be alerting Warner every time she clicks it? he's just on the other side thinking she's actually dying lmao

“We can’t risk that, J.

new nickname, kinda lame but okay

“Aaron?” I say, still watching the scenery fly by. I hear the small hitch in his breath. The hesitation. It’s the first time I’ve used his first name so casually.

👀 GIRL

He’s like a terrified, tortured animal. A creature who spent his whole life being beaten, abused, and caged away.

that's so hot of him

“Then you told him he was crazy. You told him he had to be out of his mind to say something like that.” “No.” “No,” he echoes. I try not to move. Warner takes a hard, shaky breath. “Then what did you say to him?” Seven seconds die between us. “Nothing,” I whisper. Warner stills. I don’t breathe. No one speaks for what feels like forever.

OHHH MY GOD THE ANGST

My heart swells as I remember that my friends will be here tomorrow. This is really going to happen, I think. We’ll be unstoppable, all of us together. I can’t wait.

Why does this feel like she's about to go on a playdate

Top notes of jasmine and nuances of grape. Mild notes of lilac, honeysuckle, rose, and cinnamon. Orange-flower and powder base notes complete the fragrance. Sounds amazing. I steal one of Warner’s soaps.

I want to know now if anyone decided to make this exact soap based on this para and called it Warner Soap

“Medicine?” I ask, surprised. I turn the little jar around in my hands, reading the label. I look up at him. Finally understanding. “This is for scars.” He runs a hand through his hair. Looks toward the wall. “Yes,” he says. “Now please give it back to me.” “Do you need help?” I ask. He stills. “What?” “This is for your back, isn’t it?”

OHHHHHHH FUCK YEAH

“They were my birthday presents,” he says. “Every year from the time I was five. Until I turned eighteen,” he says. “He didn’t come back for my nineteenth birthday.” I’m frozen in horror. “Right.” Warner looks into his hands. “So—” “He cut you?” My voice is so hoarse. “Whip.”

i'm sorry i'm chuckling but like,,, the angst of it all, delicious

My hands are shaking. “Understand what—?” “I love you.” He breaks. His voice. His back. His knees. His face. He breaks. He has to hold on to the side of his desk.

oh BABY

“So, what I’m trying to say,” I tell them, “is that if I can project my strength, and really learn to control it? I don’t know.” I shrug. “I could move mountains, probably.”

ICK

“I’ve never seen him in sweatpants before.” I try to sound normal. “I’ve never even seen him in shorts.” Kenji raises an eyebrow at me. “I bet you’ve seen him in less.”

KENJIIIIIII

In my case, I have seventeen years of psychological trauma to undo. I need to break down these self-made walls.

Relatable

You have to give yourself permission to let it go. Let down your guard. Find it. Harness it. Release it.”

therapy yoga with Kenji

“I’m the worst at everything,” I mutter. “The worst.”

true

Warner is in the shower when I get back up to the room.

ooh la la

“I haven’t been crying over you,” I say, wondering if it’s even possible to deliver this kind of information without both humiliating him and breaking his heart. I feel like such a monster. “And I’m really, really happy you’re here, but I don’t think we should be together anymore.”

brutal, loving it

and because our electricity is going to get shut off soon.”

they have eletricity tf?

“I am being cool,” he says, his voice rising, eyes on fire. “I’m a freaking saint.

His arm must hurt from that reach

“Our energies are never inconsistent,” Castle jumps in, nodding at Alia. “They follow a pattern—an almost mathematical precision. If you cannot injure yourself while breaking through a concrete wall, it does not then follow that you should be able to injure yourself by breaking the ground, only to remain uninjured after breaking the ground a second time.”

why is this written like it's the author realizing her own plot hole

Adam has a special sort of acknowledgment of his own. He’s staring at Warner with an intense, unmasked hatred, looking as though he truly wants to murder Warner,

deadass why is he such a freak

I wonder if I’m the only person who notices that Warner’s hands are shaking.

sensational

I fall face-first into Warner’s lap.

GIRL NO

I will be unapologetic. I will live with no regrets. I will reach into the earth and rip out the injustice and I will crush it in my bare hands. I want Anderson to fear me and I want him to beg for mercy and I want to say no, not for you. Never for you. And I don’t care if that’s not nice enough.

this is embarrassing queen <3

“We’re too different now. We want different things. And this?” I say, nodding at our hands. “All this managed to prove is that you are extremely good at turning me off.”

OHHHHHH SHIT BESTIE OKAY

I gasp. I’m lying on his table in nothing but my bra. Then that’s gone, too.

Do you ever read smthn and just know the character realistically should have a bush but that the author pictured her hairless. Juliette has a bush. I know it. I respect it.

He’s on his knees.

villains always know how to eat pussy

A foot soldier would never have that kind of information

the fact that this is all over knowing someone's FIRST NAME it cannot be THAT confidential it's not like it's his SSN or medical records it's just his name

Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we’re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we’re feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.

just highlighting this because this was the longest useless tangent I've seen in a while

And though I understand that he’s asked to be left alone, I can’t stop myself from walking over to him.

this series in a nutshell

“This is so unbearably inconvenient,” he says. “I was prepared to hate him for the rest of my life.” I startle, surprised. “You mean . . . you don’t hate him anymore?”

Disappointed tbh i was really enjoying Warner's Adam roasts

That I ever thought I could do this. Boots.

boots.

“We don’t know,” they say together. “But it made him very happy,” Sara whispers. “Yes, very happy,” Sonya adds.

why do the twins talk like they're both each other's evil henchwomen?

Twice. Once for Adam. Once for Warner.

I guess nothing for James