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[inhonorofmymiddleschoolself]

ok! does anyone have any magnus/alec fics that are exclusively from the books? i do indeed hate the TV show.

#the mortal instruments #alec lightwood bane #alec lightwood #magnus lightwood bane #magnus bane #jace herondale #max lightwood bane #rafael lightwood bane #clary fairchild #izzy lightwood #simon lovelace

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college is hard so i am back in my shadow hunter era :D expect all the posts

#jace herondale #clary fairchild #izzy lightwood #simon lovelace #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane

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Emma looking at Ty & Kit

Kit looking at Emma & Jules

[inhonorofmymiddleschoolself]

THIS. they absolutely decided to get married on some random sunday and only told jem, tessa, mina, emma, julian because they didn’t want the fuss and happened to need a witness for it to be legitimate.

I still stand by my statement that Kit and Ty elope at like 25 with no previous warning bc Kit jokingly asked Ty to marry him and Ty said yes, and it wasnt like Kit DIDNT want to, so they went and got married within like 24 hours and completely forgot to invite people

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just a little reminder that dru blackthorn’s a safe place for ash morgenstern

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i have the head cannon that whenever jace is upset or feeling self destructive he finds the nearest religious building and sits there in silence. so this of course leads to people finding jace in various churches or temples or mosques.

with alec it was shortly after jace had moved in with him. he was sent to get jace for dinner and after looping around the institute, ended up using a tracking rune that led him to a temple in brooklyn. alec not really knowing how to comfort him just quietly and awkwardly fidgeted next to him until jace pulled at his sleeve signaling for them to leave. they never talked about it explicitly but after that is became an unspoken practice to meet at the nearest church whenever things became too much.

with clary it was after the mortal war. it wasn’t unusual for jace to disappear for a couple hours: loosing track of time training or walking or learning a new piece on piano. but after three hours clary started to worry. she looked through the entire institute and at alec’s suggestion she curiously walked into an evangelical church in queens and found jace sitting quietly in the front pew. the only acknowledgment that she was even there was pulling her closer to him. clary played with his curls until eventually he took her hand and they walked out together. it was never mentioned aloud but clary throughout the years would frequently find jace in every religious institute imaginable.

with kit it’s at clary’s suggestion. they were visiting him in devon. they were all talking in the family room and at mina’s fussing leaned over and whispered that he should go look at the church down the street. kit shrugged and wandered out of the room and down the road. the nearest church hadn’t been used by anyone in years so while it didn’t totally make sense kit went along with it. jace was leaning against the end of one of the pews, shoulders shaking but face clear. kit also an emotionally unavailable herondale did not know how to handle this. so he did what he knew best and distracted. he talked about school and mina and jem and all the things about living with his family. until jace cracked a smile and ruffled kit’s hair.

with simon it was accidental. simon was walking back from one of magnus’s many parties thrown for minor life events and feeling nostalgic (and he could have perhaps been tipsy). he was in brooklyn anyhow so he wandered in to the synagogue he went to growing up. jace was sitting thoughtfully in one of the many rows of seats, and despite his bad mood had the energy to roll his eyes at simon’s entrance. simon sat down next to him and unprompted launched into an account of his bar mitzvah. it was long winded and included and unnecessary number of puns but it clearly seemed to work when jace despite himself was laughing.

with izzy it was during a trip to london. alec and clary were there to attend some meeting or another so naturally jace and izzy wandered off and allowed for them to sit through what inevitably was a boring event. izzy was absorbed in looking at books when she realized jace had disappeared which while not unusual was concerning because he had been more haughty then usual that day. she wanted around until finding him standing like he was about to give a sermon but was looking off into the distance. she being the little sister she is took this as her signal to throw her arm around her brother and dragged him down the street to look at books with her. while not a perfect solution was exactly what he needed.

i would request there be more comforting jace moments in the wicked powers please and thank you. they are so underrated. this man was traumatized and raised to be a soldier cut him a break and let him get a hug.

#the mortal instruments #the dark artifices #clary fairchild #jace lightwood herondale #jace herondale #alec lightwood bane #alec lightwood #magnus lightwood bane #magnus bane #izzy lightwood #simon lewis #simon lovelace #kit herondale #kit herongraystairs #tsc #twp #clace headers #clace #parabatai

[inhonorofmymiddleschoolself]

ok ok ok when the blackthorns and company visit emma and julian at blackthorn hall? helen and aline insist on taking over to cook everyone dinner. kieran/mark/cristina come with themed calendars for the next ten years. dru comes in a thrifted victorian dress ready to talk to the ghost. magnus and alec arrive with rafe and tavvy in tow, now inseparable and already telling julian that they want to be parabatai. ty wanders around taking notes and muttering seemingly to himself. julian runs around mother henning over his kids and sneaking kisses with emma even though it results in an overlap of complaints from his siblings. jem comes and recounts with an astounding lack of details moments from his life featuring the many ancestors of blackthorns, light woods, and herondales. clary and jace and simon and izzy come and explore the house with narnia-in-the-closet like attention. it’s a mess of family and friends and it’s chaotic and lovely.

#cristina rosales #kieran kingson #mark blackthorn #helen blackthorn #aline penhallow #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #dru blackthorn #tavvy blackthorn #ty blackthorn #magnus lightwood bane #alec lightwood bane #tda #secrets of blackthorn hall

[inhonorofmymiddleschoolself]

may i introduce: touch starved christopher herondale. this man had a neglectful father and most of his time was spent all by his lonesome. he didn’t talk to anyone his own age and was made to think that showing emotion would be punished.

so when he moves in with the blackthorns and sees that they’re especially tactile people he’s confused. all except ty. and even then he shows his affection in a way that is so uniquely ty that kit can’t help but long for it from afar. so it feels hugely significant that ty pays such close attention to kit. takes his headphones off to hear what he has to say, asks kit to hold him, and spends pretty much all their time together.

so when kit and ty reconnect. ty touching him all the time almost to make sure that he’s really there. holding his hand, playing with his hair, twisting the herondale ring on kit’s finger, tracing shapes along his forearms. and kit in those moments realizes how much he adores ty and how truly touch starved he was for all those years.

so kit tries to show his affection in the way he knows how: carrying an extra pair of headphones on him at all times, leaving books that he thinks ty would like in his room, getting actual fidget toys for him, marking the page ty left off on when he falls asleep reading. little acts of services and mindless touches.

#kit herondale #kit herongraystairs #ty blackthorn #kit is my comfort character leave me alone #kit x ty #secrets of blackthorn hall #twp #tsc #tda #the blackthorns

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Jem to Emma

Dearest Emma,

Thank you for writing to keep me apprised of the situation at Blackthorn Hall, and this haunting in particular. It means a great deal to me that you’re willing to share what’s going on. I’m glad we’ve moved beyond the days when you felt you had to conceal your more wild schemes from the older generation, myself included. I hope you know that you need keep no secrets from me, no matter how outlandish those schemes are. Secrets have caused you and Julian so much heartbreak in the past, I want you to know that you can tell me anything and I will not judge you.

So you say you are helping a ghost? That could be a noble pursuit, and a compassionate one, but I must urge you to be careful. Blackthorn Hall has a history that at times involved unsavory characters and sinister magic, and if a spirit truly is haunting the manor, it may not be benevolent. The fact that Magnus sensed no ill will eases my mind a great deal, but I would still urge you to think carefully about what this ghost asks of you in seeking its freedom. It may not mean you any overt harm, but that does not mean that no harm will come to you.

As for the Devil Tavern—I do indeed know it. It has been a Downworlder haunt for many centuries, and for some time, at the early part of the last century, it was something of a refuge for people Tessa and I cared about very much. I do not want to tell you too much about them — it is painful to cast our thoughts back to that time, for it is a reminder of so much that has been lost, and of those we could not save. But I also think it may not help you — it seems to me best that you go into this search without preconceptions or expectations of what you may find.

Why do I feel this? I can only say that during my many years of being a Silent Brother, I felt a great kinship for shades: for the dead and those who haunted, and for the memories that tethered them to earth. I too was tethered by memories in those times. They were what kept me human and able to return to this life I have now, that I love so much.

So I will not tell you of names, or personalities — they may not be relevant to your search at all, but you must go forward, to find that out. And that is why I will tell you this: you saw only a little of the Devil Tavern. There are a set of rather blackened stairs behind the bar, and up those stairs there is a secret room, one that was closed off decades ago. It is possible that whatever your ghost is looking for may be in there. If you wish to gain entry to the hidden room — and a warmer reception at the Devil in general — show the bartender your family rings. Say the names: Blackthorn. Carstairs. They will matter.

I hope you will keep me apprised of what you discover, and the next steps in your adventure. I wish to know, though there is some part of me that fears what you might find in that room, and what it may say about the fates of those I loved in the past. I hope that I am wrong. I hope that this tale will have a happy ending. I know this much—this ghost is lucky to have determined souls such as yourself and Julian helping it to find rest.

Church has informed me that it is, in fact, time for dinner, and naturally I must attend to his every whim. I hope that you and Julian are having a good time settling in at Blackthorn Hall, in spite of the restive ghost and the many years of neglect the place has suffered. You are correct that it does not surprise me that a ghost is there. The past haunts that place, a story of things done and things left undone. It is possible that by bringing love and warmth into that place, you will close that chapter of neglect, and open a new one, of infinite possibility.

I believe in you, Emma. When I see you, I see Carstairs past; I see bravery, and the flame of Cortana. Remember that you are of the steel and temper of those who have gone before you. I hope that I will see you again soon, and that when I do I will have the strength to tell you of some of them, of a girl with fire-bright hair, and her brother, and those who came before and after them.

Love,

Jem

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Tessa to Maryse

Dear Maryse,

As one mother to another, I’m writing to you for advice. It’s been many many years since I was raising children, and when I say many years, I mean more than a century. And now I find myself in that position again. Although we have not talked frequently, I have often thought what a wonderful mother you must have been and continue to be. After all, your children have turned out so wonderfully. Isabelle is so brave, Alec such a leader, and Jace, well, I can only tell you that I know what an excellent example of a Herondale is, and he is one.

I also know that you have experienced profound loss and grief, and that you understand it.

I am writing to you about Kit. He too is a Herondale, and I believe that he will be an excellent example of one as well. But like all Herondale men (and the girls, too, believe me I know!) he is very private and secretive. On the whole Jem and I wish nothing but to respect his privacy. But when comes the time when worry requires one, as a parent, to intervene?

A few nights ago after dinner I stopped by Kit’s room to give him his phone (he is forever losing it and leaving it somewhere!), and I found that he was not there. Glancing out the window, I could see him outside, standing in our front garden. He had his back to me and appeared to be staring off into the distance, but I could tell by the way he was standing and the movements of his shoulders that he was agitated. Concerned, I followed him outside. I came up behind him quietly, not wanting to startle him. Perhaps I came too quietly. I realized immediately that he was talking to a ghost—I’ve had experiences of such things before. As is always the case in this kind of situation, I could hear only his side of the conversation.

Kit said, “If you keep trying to talk to me about this, I’m not going to be able to see you anymore.” Then he said, “Of course I believe in forgiveness. But some things are so terrible that you never want to revisit them.” There was a long pause. I thought maybe it was over. And then he said, “Don’t you understand? Everytime you bring him up, it tears another piece out of my heart.” Then he turned around, and of course saw me, standing on the path outside the house. He didn’t say anything, just gave me a sort of betrayed look and ran inside.

The next day of course he just pretended that nothing had happened. I just don’t know what to do. Should I leave him alone to work through this on his own? I always figured there must be ghosts at Cirenworth—Kit has informed me that there is a ghost dog that he plays with sometimes, a retriever I think —but I can’t imagine any of them as malicious or hurtful. And indeed it didn't sound as though he were afraid of the ghost, but as though the ghost brought back dark memories of his past. Perhaps of his father? I just don’t know what to do. Jem thinks we should let him work it out on his own, as he is a teenager, but then I remember my first two children, when they were teenagers, how there were times when they did need my help. (I am very much hoping that Kit is not having a tempestuous affair with a ghost, as I’m not sure I could go through that again.)

It’s keeping me up nights worrying. If there’s any advice that you have, I’d love to hear it.

I’m enclosing a picture of Jace and Clary with Kit and Mina, last time they visited. They look so happy!

All best,

Tessa

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The thing about “The Beginning of Everything” is it revolves around the life of the golden boy, Ezra Faulkner, he had the perfect life. Star athlete, hot girlfriend and all but just because of one accident, changed his whole life.

The moment I fell in love with him is when he started admiring Cassidy’s beauty. But I’m not really sure. All through out the book, I fell in love with him even more.

At the middle part of the book, I totally shipped Cassidy and Ezra but I knew that someone was going to leave the other. But knowing at the end, I died a little. How Cassidy discovered that her brother injured her ‘boyfriend’ so she was pushing him away so that she couldn’t see her brother in him. My heart broke when Cooper died, cause why not. The loyal dog fought the coyote. When Ezra and Cassidy were talking, I thought they would give their relationship another shot. But I was definitely wrong.

Going back to when Ezra said, “I don’t want us to be over”, I really don’t know what should I feel about it. Should my heart sink with the ship or whatever.

Sarah Mlynowski, author of Ten Things We Did, was right about girls falling madly, deeply, and hopelessly in love with the Ezra Faulkner. He was, in my opinion, the definition of the perfect dream guy.

Points for Robyn Schneider for this book, I wonder if there’s a sequel or anything. I can’t get enough of Ezra. But then again, not all stories have happy endings. Some of them end in tragedies.

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Kit Herondale is just like me, because I too have the overwhelming desire to split at the minorest inconvenience.

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i think of both of them as pan/queer but find labels to be too much effort so they just kinda vibe. or maybe i’m projecting. it really could be either.

Is it canon that Ty is gay?

Because I headcanon him as pansexual and I've only seen people describe him as gay and it makes me doubt.

Like, what if I forgot that part or something?

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[ID: Two digital drawings. The first one is dominated by greyish and blue tones. In it, Kit is leaning with his elbow against a counter, his forehead on his hand. He has a disgruntled expression, as well as eyebags and acne. There is fabric stuck under his elbow.

In the second one, which is more pinkish and purple, Kit is sitting on a desk and being kissed by Ty. His legs are around Ty's waist, arms around his shoulders. Ty is wearing a long coat over his clothes and has his hands on his back. They're both blushing, and there are floating hearts around them. End of ID.]

Seems like Kit didn't need to worry all that much about making his gift perfect, huh?

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mischievous ghost, you better look out because tiberius nero blackthorn will be investigating you. totally not grinning because we might possibly get a ty pov next week. i'm dead fucking serious.

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kit herondale + mother's day and father's day

the first year, mothers day and fathers day are really stressful. kit never did anything for those days before, because he had no mother and his father didnt care about something like that, so he ends up giving jem and tessa generic cards and a small block of plain chocolate each.

he signs their respective cards

"to tessa/jem

-kit"

then he goes out with friends for the rest of the day

the second year, on both days, he gets jem and tessa a small present that is actually personal to them. the cards are just as generic as ever, but at least he eats lunch at home those days and doesnt avoid them

the third year, he wakes up early on mothers day to make tessa breakfast. its a bit of a mess and mina wants to help and it's a bit burned because he was stressed but tessa hugs him with tears in her eyes. he signs the card "love, kit".

by fathers day, he has learned to make a fancy breakfast that he doesnt burn

the fourth year, kit's an adult. he still lives with jem and tessa because its safe and easier than trying to maintain protection wards on another house and he doesnt want to move to the institute. if he's honest, he also doesnt want to live alone.

that year, he signs tessa's card "dear mom" and tessa cries.

on father's day, jem asks kit if he wants to visit johnny's grave. kit has never celebrated fathers day with johnny, and he's never even seen where they buried the pieces of him, but it's been long enough now that he thinks he might actually want to go, so he takes flowers and sits in silence for a long time. there's nothing he wants to say to his father. he's probably not going to visit again.

when they get home, jem opens his card and it says "dear dad".

jem cries.

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For Kit: Don't be shy tell us who your paramore is 👀👀

Kit: Have you been talking to my mom? I know she's always bugging me about whether I have a girlfriend or a boyfriend.