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livia-dovehallow · 1 year

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hiii so for the fic thingy can you maybe something pre tid about gabriel? :)

this took some thinking but i've always wanted to explore the relationship gabriel had with his mom before she passed so this is going to be VERY pre-tid lol

"Gabriel, stop messing with your brother's things!"

Barbara Lightwood crossed her arms. Both her boys turned and stared up at her. Gideon looked particularly pleased. Gabriel, on the other hand, scowled. "Gideon did it!" Gabriel shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at his elder brother.

"I did not!"

"Gideon, go up to your room so I can speak with your brother."

Gabriel turned a wild look at her. "What!"

Barbara turned an raised eyebrow in return. She said nothing until Gideon had dragged himself out of the room. It was almost impossible to see her son beyond her large belly, but when she took a step back to look down, Gabriel was where he had been standing, arms crossed and lips pouting.

Her heart squeezed. Gabriel, her little boy with nearly every feature of hers staring back at her. "What's the matter, Gabriel?"

His little scowl deepened. "Gideon gets everyting."

"Why do you think Gideon gets everything?" Barbara kneeled down as best she could and took his small face in her hands. She took it a victory that he didn't immediately shake her off. She waited for him to answer, but to her dismay, she could predict the answer.

Gideon was the eldest. Benedict was already training him to take over everything and her sweet Gabriel would be left as the spare. He was only three years old. Much too young to already feel the effects of his father's favoritism.

She cursed Benedict. They were children. Small children. Brothers, not competitors. Gideon cared about Gabriel. Gabriel looked up to Gideon. Oh, how she wanted it to stay that way.

Gabriel dropped his hands. "He's bigger."

She took his little hands in hers and squeezed. "He might be bigger, but you're both my little boys. Don't be mad at Gideon."

"I'm mad."

"Come here, my love," Barbara cooed and pulled Gabriel in. He stood against her belly and gave it a curious look. "You know who is in here, right?"

Gabriel nodded hesitantly and met her eyes once more with a look of wariness. "Baby," he said plainly.

"You were a baby once," she explained, putting his palms over where his brother or sister had been kicking earlier that day. Gabriel's face twisted. "And when you were in here, Gideon stood just like you here and felt you kicking."

Gabriel said nothing, but his eyes widened. Barbara only smiled. There was something pure and sweet about watching children learn and growing in the world around them. "If you wait long enough," she continued, "you'll feel your little brother or sister kick. That's how they say hello."

As if on cue, flutters began and bumped against Gabriel's small palm. His green eyes widened further and he looked up at Barbara with a bright smile. "Baby says hello! Mum!"

"They know you're their big brother," she smiled. He placed his other hand beside the one laid already and leaned his ear in. "I know you'll do a wonderful job, my love. And Gideon will help you, because he's your big brother. Okay?"

Her own green eyes in a small face peered up at her through dark lashes. "Okay," he grumbled.

There was something about her little Gabriel. He certainly had his father's temperament, but behind those green eyes was a loving boy. "I love you very much, Gabriel. Mummy loves you."

#maggie answers #kind anons #maggie's birthday celebration #gabriel lightwood #barbara lightwood #barbara pangborn #gideon lightwood #pre tid #by a lot #love the idea that gabriel has always had a very soft heart but a tough shell grew around it as he got older #i think he would have turned out quite differently had his mother been around longer #theories upon theories!!!

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the-bee-graveyard · 2 years

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The lightwood-collins kinda fall into this dinamic in my head

Im not 100% set on anything with barbara but with the other two....

Thomas and Eugenia fall into what gabriel and gideons roles would be. Only a bit different

I know this girl whos like, entire family are the WHITEST latinos ive met. Blonde hair palest skin literally just out of europe looking. But her mom has some minimal non-white ancestry (i never asked what but) and besides her family looking white as a sheet of paper.

So she ended up coincidently taking after them

Brown skin thick curly hair wider nose etc etc.

All this to say. Yep thats eugenia. I'm not gonna say she takes after gideon no no, this women is the copy of the original bárbara (ironic considering her sister is her name sake)

(Also did i mention the latino lightwoods hc is built on me ignoring canon barbara pangborn? I feel like i shouldve)

But yeah eugenia is the copy of their latin american ancestry.

Thomas is like. Smths weird but you dont place it till eugenias around.

I feel like unlike gabriel where he can blend extremly well thomas coloring might tell you otherwise but his features are non-white looking

Personally i hc thomas just has sophies coloring with gideons features

So you can kinda desipher smths going on but not entirely so you let it slide does this makes sense?

Feeling very represented by Eugenia.

I love Bárbara would die for Bárbara Barbara Pangborn who?

I totally understand what you’re saying about Thomas.

Personally I’m leaning towards Barbara has a bit of both. Like she’s not as pale as Thomas but she’s not as obviously Latine as Eugenia, if that makes sense.

#asks #Zia tag #Lightwood family

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twittercomfrnklin2001-blog · 10 months

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Fifth Avenue Girl

Ginger Rogers did some of her best work for Gregory La Cava in STAGE DOOR (1937) and had some very good scenes (when she didn’t start pouring on the dramatics) in his PRIMROSE PATH (1940). But there’s something off in her performance in his FIFTH AVENUE GIRL (1939, Criterion Channel, TCM). She’s an unemployed woman who meets a neglected self-made millionaire (Walter Connelly) by accident. After he takes her out to celebrate his birthday, he decides to hire her to pretend to be his mistress in hopes it will make his family pay more attention to him. She has her moments — a drunken dance at a posh nightclub; telling off the chauffeur (James Ellison), who can’t admit he’s in love with the boss’ daughter (Kathryn Adams); pretending to have a heart-to-heart with Connelly’s wife (Verree Teesdale) — but in other places her deadpan delivery is just dead. My mind kept drifting during her scenes as I imagined how much better Jean Arthur or Barbara Stanwyck would have been in the role. As a result, a lot of the comic focus falls on the family, and it’s here that La Cava shines. Teesdale is deliciously haughty as the wife who’s been running around with other escorts but doesn’t like it when her husband has an escort of his own. Adams has some delicious wisecracks, usually at her mother’s expense. And Tim Holt, as the son, seems to be rehearsing to play George Minafer until he starts falling for Rogers. There’s also a wonderful turn by Franklin Pangborn as the butler and an unbilled bit by Jack Carson as an amorous sailor singing his girlfriend a silly song. It’s all meant to skewer the rich as posturing fools, but if Rogers is the alternative, I’ll take the money, please.

#screwball comedy #gregory la cava #ginger rogers

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queenhelenblackthorn · 2 years

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Tatiana stealing all those personal belongings

#this is bothering me so much #sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #the last hours #tlh #tatiana blackthorn #matthew fairchild #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #barbara pangborn

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lightwood-carstairs · 2 years

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Tsc world, I have a headcanon. We all know that the flower cards are incorrect (looking at you whitewashed Carstairs siblings) and we only see Sophie white in her flower card. Idk exactly but I think Barbara Pangborn doesn't even have a flower card (feel free to correct me on that)

So my point is, since these women aren't canonically white, I can headcanon them as woc because I can.

So my headcanon is:

Barbara is totally a Latin-Black woman (again, feel free to correct me on the term if it's disrespectful. I don't mean to disrespect anyone) from whom Gideon learned Spanish first and Sophie is Asian.

And I will die on this hill. Good bye 👋

Edit : fuck Canon Linette Owens has Asian roots because I said so.

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the infernal devices #tid #sophie collins #sophie ashdown #sophie lightwood #barbara pangborn #barbara lightwood #thomas iightwood #gideon lightwood #gabriel lightwood #the target audience is mostly Thomastair nation #but others are welcome too

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greatwarprongs · 3 years

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okay but the mention of barbara pangborn (gideon, gabriel and tatiana's mother) made me tear up

#tid #the infernal devices #barbara pangborn #barbara lightwood #sobh #secrets of the blackthorn hall

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bejewelryd · 4 years

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i don't know why i'm so hung up on barbara but! gideon and sophie named her after gideon's mum who died tragically young and now their daughter also died tragically young! that is not okay!

#what's the lesson in this you ask #don't name your kid barbara #i think i'm just really bad with lightwoods dying tbh #cog2 #cog2 spoilers #barbara lightwood #tsc #tlh #gideon lightwood #barbara pangborn

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cristinablackthornkingson · 4 years

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Shadowhunters Short Story #62.

It is a warm July day in Idris in 1903, just hours after the funeral of Barbara Lightwood.

Today is an extremely painful and difficult day for The Lightwoods and all those close to them. Sophie, Gideon, Eugenia and Thomas had asked for some privacy after Barbara’s funeral. Of course everyone respected their wishes and let the 4 of them grieve together, with promises from their closest friends and family to be there for them if they need anything at all.

For Charlotte Fairchild, the day was a complete blur and haze, and now she finds herself sitting in the basement of her Idris home, next to Henry who is trying to distract himself by continuing to try and find a cure for the demon poison that killed Barbara. Charles is with The Carstairs’ and Matthew went out with Anna after the funeral, no doubt to drink. It seems that all Matthew does these days is drink, and it drives Charlotte sick with worry, she doesn’t want to be the next to loose a child, loosing the baby she was carrying 3 years ago was bad enough, she couldn’t imagine loosing her sweet angel-faced boy, her Matthew.

As she thinks about her two boys and the baby she lost, Charlotte can’t help but remember the conversation she had with Brother Enoch the day Barbara died, just hours before her death.

“Henry.” Charlotte quietly says, slipping her arm through his, her heart fluttering when he turns to look at her.

“Are you alright Lottie? You look so pale, maybe you should go lie down and rest for a while.” Henry softly suggests, cupping her cheek, his hazel eyes full of concern.

“No, Henry I need to tell you something. A few days ago, just hours before Barbara died, I spoke to Brother Enoch and he told me something. Henry, I’m pregnant.” Charlotte says in a quiet tone, her voice breaking at the end.

“Oh, oh Lottie this is wonderful, bittersweet of course, but most wonderful.” Henry softly says, brushing his wife’s tears away.

“That’s not all, Henry it’s twins, twin girls.” It had taken Charlotte by great surprise when Brother Enoch told her she was pregnant with twins, she had never thought she would have twins.

“Oh Lottie why are you crying?” Henry softly asks, torn between being thrilled at the news that he is going to be a father again, and being heartbroken for Sophie and Gideon, and grieving for his niece.

“Well because it’s all so unfair Henry ,and such awful timing! How am I suppose to tell Sophie and Gideon that you and I are going to have twin girls, when they have just lost their own daughter? It would seem as though I have forgotten about Barbara and do not care about their pain. I have never seen Sophie so utterly distraught, how can I be there to comfort her and support her while I’m about to have everything she just lost?” Henry pulls Charlotte close and smooths a hand over her hair.

“Oh Lottie darling, Sophie and Gideon will be happy for us, they would never want us to suffer because they too are suffering, the babies will bring a new joy to everyone, nobody will ever forget Barbara, but our little ones will ease the pain a bit. Sophie and Gideon know how much we have wanted another child, especially since your miscarriage, they would never be upset at us having good news.” Henry says in a soothing tone.

“I really hope so Henry, I really hope so.”

Over the next few weeks, Charlotte avoids telling anyone of her pregnancy, so far only she, Brother Enoch and Henry know. At first it was easy to hide the pregnancy, but then Charlotte started to show and it became increasingly difficult to hide her bump, soon she is left with no option but to tell Sophie and Gideon, and the rest of their friends.

Presently she is sitting in the drawing room of Sophie and Gideon’s home, along with Sophie and Gideon themselves, while Henry is at home, Charles is at the London Institute with Ariadne, and Matthew is outside with Thomas and Eugenia.

“It is so awfully strange to see Eugenia without Barbara, those two have been inseparable since Eugenia was born.” Sophie softly says in a wistful tone, looking out the window at Thomas, Eugenia and Matthew.

“Do you remember when we told Barbara you were pregnant with Gina? She hugged you tighter than we thought any two year old possibly could, she was so happy she cried.” Gideon says in a light tone, a small playing at his lips as he remembers telling little Barbara that she was going to be a big sister, for the first time.

“Yes, quiet different to when we told Gina I was pregnant with Thomas, Barbara was a little upset that he was a boy but mostly happy, but Gina was furious and demanded we exchange him for a girl.” Sophie laughs. Poor little Eugenia had then felt so awfully guilty when Thomas was born 2 months early, she thought it was her fault because she hadn’t wanted a brother at first, and when she finally got to meet Thomas she was extremely protective of him and never wanted to leave his side, still to this day she is extremely protective of her little brother, much to Thomas’ dismay.

“How did Charles react when you told him you were expecting Matthew, Charlotte? I don’t think you ever told us.” Gideon asks, slipping his hand into Sophie’s and looking at his friend.

“He was quiet indifferent at first, then as I got further along in my pregnancy he got more excited, he was indifferent again when Matthew was born and didn’t do much, and I think he has been annoyed with him ever since Matthew was about 2 months old and learned how to pull his brother’s hair.” Charlotte says with a laugh, wondering how her boys will react this time.

“Are you and Henry still planning on having another? How do you think Matthew will like being a big brother?” Sophie asks, wanting to focus on something positive. Her heart still aches for her daughter, but she simply cannot wallow in the despair all day, she simply cannot stand it and needs some good news.

“Oh, well you see, we were planning baby number 3 but now, well....” Charlotte trails off, unsure of how to tell Sophie and Gideon that she is in fact expecting baby #3 and baby #4 in just 5 months time.

“Well what? Have you decided not to have another?” Sophie asks.

“No, I... oh by the angel I know this is horrible timing and I have kept it a secret for as long as I can, but I simply can’t anymore. Henry and I are expecting twin girls in February.” Charlotte quietly says, her hands resting protectively on her stomach. “Please know I do not mean to rub my joy in your faces in this time of grief for you, and I have not forgotten Barbara at all, non of us have. I understand if you are upset and I will understand if you do not wish to see the babies when they are born.”

“Oh Charlotte, no.” Sophie softly says, reaching across the table to take Charlotte’s hand in hers. “We are thrilled for you, and not for one second did I think you were trying to rub your joy in our faces or forget Barbara. This is absolutely wonderful Charlotte, you tried so long for one baby and now you are going to have two, I am so happy for you.” Gideon nods his agreement.

“We are not one bit upset and of course we will want to see the babies when they are born, Charlotte we have been desperate for some good news ever since we lost Barbara, those babies are going to bring so much joy into everyone’s lives, Thomas and Eugenia will be thrilled for you too, they will be delighted to have two new cousins.” Gideon softly says.

Charlotte wipes at her tears, relieved that Sophie and Gideon are not upset with her.

“I am so glad. Henry and I were talking the other night, and we would be honored if you would be the twins’ godparents.” Charlotte hopefully says.

“Are you sure? Would you not rather ask one of your boys to be godfather? And I know Lucie would be thrilled to be godmother.” Sophie asks.

“No, we want you to be their godparents, it feels right to us, if you will accept.” Sophie gets up from her seat and comes around to hug Charlotte tightly.

“Of course we will, it would be our honor.”

Shortly after Charlotte tells Sophie and Gideon about the babies, she and Henry tell Matthew and Charles over dinner one night. Charles is immediately thrilled, while Matthew seems shocked for the first while, but he does eventually come around and start acting as his usual self, talking 100 miles an honor about all the things he is going to teach his sisters and how he can one up James, Thomas and Christopher by having one more younger sibling than the 3 of them. Shortly after that, Charlotte and Henry tell the rest of their friends and family, who are utterly thrilled for them.

Charlotte is thankful to have a smooth and easy pregnancy, with regular check ups with Brother Enoch to ensure the babies are doing well, which they always are. Throughout the pregnancy, Matthew is forever suggesting baby names, ridiculous ones that Charlotte and Henry always reject, but it never stops him.

Right now Charlotte is just 2 weeks from her due-date, and is taking a well-earned few weeks off of work, with Gideon happy to fill in for her, as well as Gabriel.

Charlotte is sitting on the sofa near the fireplace in the living room, with Matthew sprawled out beside her, his head in her lap, barely fitting against the bump. Matthew is suggesting baby names while Charlotte plays with his hair, like she use to do when he was a toddler with a mop of blonde hair that could never be tamed.

“Oh! What about Haven Lee and Neveah, mama?” Matthew eagerly asks, his green eyes sparkling in the light.

“Absolutely not!”

“Oh oh! What about Ahmircale for one of them, because you were not sure if you could have more babies!” Matthew exclaims. Charlotte laughs and shakes her head.

“Matthew Fairchild may The Angel help any child you have and end up naming.” Matthew grins and says

“At least my children will have interesting names! If Charlie and Ariadne have children they will probably give them extremely boring names, like John and Mary.”

“You were almost Mary, had you been a girl. Well, until your papa told me he would like to name any daughter we have after his aunt Matilda, and then that is how we came up with Matthew, her nickname was Mattie, but of course your papa has told you all this already, hasn’t he?” Charlotte asks.

“Yes, but I like hearing the story. Are you going to name one of the babies Matilda, then?” Matthew curiously asks.

“Yes, baby A is Matilda, though we have yet to come up with a name for her sister.”

“I shall ask Lucie when I see her and Jamie this evening, she is always writing and making new characters, she is bound to have plenty of names you could use!” Matthew exclaims. Charlotte smiles and kisses her son’s forehead.

“Thank you sweetheart.”

A few hours later, while Matthew is out with his friends and Henry has come up from his lab to be with Charlotte, Charlotte begins to feel the familiar twinges of pain that indicate labor is beginning.

A few hours later after a very brief labor, Charlotte and Henry are introducing their twin girls to Sophie and Gideon, the first to meet them.

“Oh they are so beautiful! Have you decided on names for them yet?” Sophie asks, as she and Gideon each cradle a twin.

“Yes actually we have. Gideon, you are holding baby B, Jane Delilah Fairchild.” Charlotte begins. Gideon smiles softly down at the baby in his arms and strokes her cheek.

“Well hello there Jane, the name suit you.” He softly says.

“Sophie.” Charlotte continues. “You are holding Baby A. Matilda Barbara Fairchild.” The Ligthwoods are both totally still and quiet for a moment, with tears welling up in Sophie’s eyes. Then, Sophie bends to hug Charlotte tightly and quietly says “Thank you.” Sophie then straightens up and smiles down at the baby in her arms.

“Hello there little Matilda, little Tilly, Barbara would be honored to share a name with you, she was so special to us because she was our first baby, and you are so special to your parents because you little madame,and your sister, are all your mama and papa have wanted for the past few years, you two are going to make so many people so very happy.”

That night, in the nursery, Matilda and Jane wake up to see the transparent figure of a slim young woman with green eyes and brown hair, dressed in a simple white gown, standing by their cribs and smiling at them.

“Hello little ones.” The spirit of Barbara Lightwood softly says. “I hear you, little Tilly, share a name with me. I am very honored to share a name with you, your parents have excellent taste in names, just as mine did.” The babies stare up at her, wide eyed. “Now girls, you need to let your parents rest after the day they’ve had, so try not to fuss too much alright? Though I suspect Matthew or Charles will be in here before your mama or papa, and by all means wake them as often as you like. Boys are very annoying I’m sure you’ll learn that soon, but don’t worry, I put up with Tommy for 18 years, I will help you cope with Charles and Matthew.”

Soon Jane and Matilda drift back off to sleep, guarded and watched over by Barbara, who has chosen to return to the earth as a ghost to protect the twins, for as long as they live.

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aratilightwood · 5 years

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The cruelty of the shadowhunters - part one

This is a short story I’ve written. I am open to any feedback, and requests of writing prompts from ‘the shadowhunter chronicles’.

This is written at the request of @emilyfairchild. It concerns the parabatai curse as well as the search for the black volume of the dead.

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London 1857

The morning sunlight hit the council hall windows as the consul watched the London enclave gather for their unplanned meeting.

Josiah Wayland observed the familiar faces of those who were well-known amongst the clave.

Granville Fairchild looked grave and troubled. Benedict Lightwood had a frown upon his face, as he tried to comfort his wife while she wept against his chest. Aloysius Starkweather had a look of impatience, ready to finish the meeting before it even began. Lastly, behind them all was Eloisa Ravenscar, silent and looking at feet as soft tears ran down her face.

Once everyone had taken their seat the consul began, ‘bring forth the evidence, Fairchild.’

Granville stood up and moved towards the consul, while he fiddled with something inside the pocket of his coat and handed it to him.

Inquisitor Whitelaw, who stood behind the consul, observed and read the letter. ‘So it is true than... Silas Pangborn committed suicide because he was in love with his parabatai?’

There was a cacophony of gasps around the council hall, as if no one could believe what had happened.

‘It is indeed what has happened, a tragic situation,’ the consul replied.

‘Tragic?’ Aloysius barked. ‘We should be glad the man didn’t fall in love with a downworlder, how disastrous that would be!’

‘There’s no need to be insensitive Aloysius. The Lightwoods and the Pangborns are still in mourning. If you cannot be civil, you will be escorted from the council hall’ the inquisitor claimed with displeasure.

‘That authority lies with the consul, not the inquisitor’ Aloysius bit back.

‘That’s enough, both of you!’ The consul began, ‘the question remains... should Eloisa be punished for the crime?’

‘Crime? You call love a crime?’ Eloisa stared, looking accusingly at the consul. The tears on her face seemed to have dried.

‘You know the law as well as anyone else,’ the consul looked unsympathetic, ‘especially the law regarding parabatai.’

Eloisa’s lips thinned and she stared stonily ahead.

‘If I may consul,’ the voice was Granville’s, ‘the punishment for parabatai falling in love is exile from each other and the clave...’

‘Indeed...’ the consul began

‘Well, Silas is dead. Isn’t that punishment enough? What good would it do to exile and strip Eloisa of her runes, if the law is no longer being broken?’ Granville Asked.

‘To set an example for future generations of parabatai, the law is hard but it is the law!’ Claimed Aloysius firmly.

The inquisitor had a look of complete loathing as he regarded Aloysius.

‘I agree with Granville,’ said Benedict finally contributing to the meeting, ‘no one will forget what’s happened between Eloisa and Silas, that should serve as a warning to the nephilim.’

‘Very well, We should have a vote.’ The consul claimed. ‘all those in favour of exiling Eloisa from the society of the nephilim for her crime, say Aye!’

Few nephilim on the council had responded, and Aloysius looked displeased with the outcome.

‘All those in favour of pardoning Eloisa for her crime now that Silas is dead, say aye!’ The consul said.

A large majority of the nephilim agreed and the consul said finally, ‘Eloisa Ravenscar please stand.’

Eloisa stood up and looked towards the consul.

The consul began, ‘Count yourself lucky that you remain amongst the nephilim, despite the crime you committed.’

He than turned his attention towards the rest of the hall, ‘and to all of you, do not perceive this verdict as a form of leniency from the clave. The law is indeed hard, but it is the law!’

The consul stood up and prepared to leave, ‘you are now dismissed!’

...

The consul spent the the rest of the day surrounded by papers, mostly about the impending accords.

He didn’t look up when the inquisitor came into his office looking solemn, ‘consul may we discuss the matter of today’s council meeting?’

‘What matter?’ The consul questioned. ‘You were there. It’s all been settled.’

The inquisitor sat himself opposite the consul at his desk and looked at him gravely.

‘Josiah,’ he began. ‘I think it’s time the nephilim know the truth.’

The consul abandoned the papers and his full attention was on the inquisitor, ‘the truth about what, Victor?’

‘The dangers of parabatai relationships.’ The inquisitor replied.

‘No, absolutely not.’ The consul was curt.

‘Maybe not all the nephilim need to be aware, Josiah, perhaps only the institute heads,’ the inquisitor reasoned.

‘No one apart from the elite members being: myself, you and the silent brothers are allowed to know about it,’ the consul said.

‘But if you just consider,’ the inquisitor began

‘No harm was done today.’ The consul interrupted. ‘Silas Pangborn had committed suicide before things got out of hand. There’s no reason why anyone needs to know what could have happened if he were still alive.’

‘I understand why you would want to keep it secret. Nephilim developing warlock abilities. That sort of power would be appealing to most people. But why not warn them just about the bad aspects: disfiguring, turning into monsters and becoming unrecognisable. We cannot allow them to live in ignorant harmony, when they should be aware of the curse.’ The inquisitor explained.

‘Curse.’ The consul scoffed. ‘There is no curse.’

‘But consul,’ the inquisitor looked confused.

‘Its all a lie told by the first consul of the nephilim that ever lived, Victor.’ The consul began. ‘Being in love with your parabatai won’t turn you into an unrecognisable monster, it only enhances your abilities.’

‘But why?’ The inquisitor looked betrayed, as if the consul should have told him this before. ‘Why keep the pretence of the curse? Why make Eros forbidden to parabatai?’

‘The nephilim has always been afraid of what they do not understand, Victor. It will do one no good to know about this. There will be many questions, riots and unrest.’

‘Than we will answer those questions, control those riots and avoid the unrest. People should know.’ The inquisitor pleaded.

‘No victor, no one can know and that is my decision. You should respect that.’ The consul claimed.

The inquisitor did not reply immediately, but stood up and made his way to the office door.

‘It seems that you too are afraid of what you do not understand, Josiah,’ the inquisitor said finally and closed the door behind him.

The consul stared furiously at the closed door and returned to his papers with a troubled expression.

#cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #the dark artifices #lady midnight #lord of shadows #qoaad #josiah wayland #victor whitelaw #granville fairchild #benedict lightwood #barbara lightwood #eloisa ravenscar #silas pangborn #aloysius starkweather #parabatai curse

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rinadragomir · 2 years

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Still thinking that Barbara Pangborn was MUCH BETTER choice for the Blackthorn Hall ghost than Rupert.

Minor character that lots of people don't remember about, but actually played a big role at some point ✅

Tragic death ✅

Connection to Blackthorn Hall✅

Lots of potential✅

Has a reason to be mad at Jemma (ghost was throwing tantrums in the beginning) since her brother killed himself cause of the parabatai curse (Barbara's brother was in love with his parabatai) and Jemma got their happy ending ✅

We could get lots of unknown interesting facts about Gideon/Gabriel/Tatiana's childhood from a fresh perspective ✅

No need to come up with complicated theories why Jesse didn't see his father when he was a ghost ✅

Good tragic story about a young woman who had to deal with her husband fucking Lilith on Fridays, painful death, watching her house falling apart and her daughter going insane and destroying their family ✅

Possibility for a happy ending with Barbara finally finding her peace ✅

some good fucking food?!?!?! Instead of a few words about Rupert in Tatiana's diary, Rupert throwing things around for no reason and him finding his peace because.... Because sobh is going to end soon...? I guess ✅

#sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #barbara pangborn #rupert blackthorn #jesse blackthorn #tatiana blackthorn #gideon lightwood #gabriel lightwood #the infernal devices

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layla-carstairs · 1 year

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kinda off topic but I wonder if Albert Pangborn is related to Barbara & Silas Pangborn??? I mean they probably are considering they all lived in the same area at the same time but I wonder how closely related they are? like are they siblings? did Tatiana (?) murder her own uncle?

#lightwoods do have horrible luck when it comes to family members don't they lol #chain of thorns #the last hours #chain of thorns spoilers #cot spoilers #chot spoilers #bella reads cot

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livia-dovehallow · 3 years

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I think that the ghost might be Barbara Pangborn what do you think?

I love this idea so much but depending on how the rest of SOBH goes, I don't think it's Barbara for a few reasons:

She doesn't really have any connection to the modern-day Blackthorns. She's so much of an ancestor far enough back that Emma didn't even recognize the name, and she's basically a Blackthorn.

Barbara never lived in Chiswick House. She died when Gideon was 5 and Gabriel was 3, and at that time the Lightwoods solely lived in Lightwood Manor in Idris. Remember that before CP and CP2, Chiswick House and Pimlico House were their vacation homes/secondary properties. I don't think Barbara would have much emotional connection to that house that would tie her there--unless she is somehow really attached to those plates.

If it is her, I find it hard to fathom that she wouldn't have been around/mentioned more around the TLH era. She obviously isn't likely to be a malicious spirit (Emma says that), so wouldn't perhaps Lucie have seen someone resembling Barbara inside Chiswick House? Like how she saw Nate? Maybe we'll find out in COT, but from what we know right now, if Barbara really was around as a ghost, kind of sad that her sons would have gone the rest of their lives never knowing that their mother was there the whole time.

Lastly, by this point in time, all three of her kids and even all her grandkids are LONG gone too. Most all of them had passed away by the mid-1900's. I would think her "unfinished business" would be seeing her kids grow up so even if she was a ghost, I would surely hope that once her kids had passed, that she'd pass on too and finally be with them. :') Wishful thinking?

Granted, all of my points could be proven completely irrelevant with more SOBH content or with the release of COT; in which case I concede that my analysis skills obviously need work. Until then, I most definitely hope we'll hear more/learn more about Barbara Pangborn as we move along!! After all, she did birth 1/2 of my favorite literary couple of all time.

#maggie answers #kind anons #tsc theories #sobh spoilers #kinda #spoilers #minor spoilers #barbara pangborn #barbara lightwood #gideon lightwood #gabriel lightwood #tatiana blackthorn

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Emma to Diary

Dear Diary — that’s how you’re supposed to start off, right? I feel kind of silly writing this, since I never thought I’d keep a diary, but what can I say. I guess Tatiana Lightwood inspired me. I feel like I should give the diary a name though, something friendly, so I can write “Dear Clara” or “Dear Bruce” instead of Dear Diary. Bruce is growing on me, actually.

So I thought I could use this to organize my thoughts. I’ve been jotting things down in little notebooks the whole time Jules and I have been traveling. (Did you know that there are a lot of fey creatures who have been incorrectly classified as demonic by the Clave? Like Curupiras? Most of the old bestiaries direly need correcting.)

It’s actually quite odd to be standing still after rushing around the globe for nearly a year. Julian has really thrown himself into this whole restoration project. I think it appeals to his sense of care and deliberation. He loves working with his hands (and I like watching him work with his hands) and figuring out projects. In addition to everything else, he’s painting a mural in the ballroom. He won’t let me in to see it. He says it’s a surprise so I have to live in suspense, I guess!

I really hope that when this place is all fixed up it does something to de-creepify the place. I joked about it to Dru when I wrote to her but I still get that sense that things are lurking in every shadow. Even when I turn my witchlight up to its brightest, it just highlights the weird cracks in the walls and the strange stains on the plaster. I can’t explain it but I feel like a long time ago, something awful happened here. It’s in the chills up and down my spine, and in the strange way the glass in the windows fogs up for no reason, or the odd cold spot halfway up the stairs. I keep wanting to reach for Cortana, but this isn’t the kind of thing you can fight. It’s just a feeling.

And sometimes it isn’t there — I spent a perfectly normal afternoon today digging through boxes in what used to be the kitchen. We pulled a lot of them up from the cellar (which is so spidery I will plan to refer to it from now on as Spidertown. I haven’t seen this many spiders since Thule. *shudder*)

Some of the boxes have perfectly normal stuff in them. There’s some beautiful silverware and china that belonged to someone named Barbara Pangborn (must have married a Lightwood or Blackthorn.) Fancy linens and tablecloths with the Blackthorn symbol of thorns woven around the edges as a border. A big box of broken toys and china dolls marked “Grace Blackthorn.” There was a runed dagger shoved down among the broken doll heads so my guess is she was a little girl just starting training. Aw! (Though the doll heads are creepy.)

Julian came in when I was partway through unpacking, and decided to help by cleaning out the fireplace grate. He got completely covered in soot and was coughing, so I dragged him into the modern wing, pulled off his shirt, and started mopping him off. And well, he was shirtless and dirty and looking at me with those gorgeous blue-green eyes and what can I say?

I jumped him. We backed into the bedroom kissing like crazy and toppled onto the bed and got soot all over the sheets and it was worth it. (And that’s all the details you get, Bruce. Stop asking.)

I can’t believe I ever thought Jules and I were just friends. It’s almost like I loved him so much I couldn’t see all of it, how big it was. I was standing inside it, looking for that kind of love without realizing I was surrounded by it. Does that make sense, Bruce? I’m not a writer so I’m probably terrible at expressing this kind of thing! I know I often feel like I should tell Julian I love him more, but he never says anything about it, and so I try to tell him in other ways than words. The way I curl up against him when we sleep, the way I come up behind him and hug him when he’s concentrating on something (not when he’s painting, though, or there’d be splotches on all the canvases!) The way — wait a second. Is that someone knocking on the door?

[One hour later]

Bruce! You’re not going to believe it but Cristina is here! And Mark and Kieran are with her! I don’t even know how Kieran managed to get away from Faerieland — something about him making a vow to the land that he’d be here for less than three sunsets — but I’m so happy to see them! Cristina and I danced around like maniacs and hugged each other, and somehow Mark and Kieran managed to convince Julian we should go out tonight and see London. We’re all going to wear clothes from the Super Groovy Sixties closet and hit as many pubs as we can. I can’t wait, Jules and I need a break. London, here we come! Prepare yourself for Partying Shadowhunters!*

*And a faerie King.

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lossecretosdeblackthornhall · 3 years

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De Emma para su diario

Querido diario… así es como se supone que tengo que empezar, ¿no? Me siento un poco tonta escribiendo esto, ya que nunca pensé que tendría un diario, pero ¿qué puedo decir? Supongo que Tatiana Lightwood me ha inspirado. Creo que debería ponerle un nombre al diario, algo amistoso, así puedo poner “Querida Clara” o “Querido Bruce” en lugar de “Querido diario”. Bruce me convence, la verdad.

He pensado en usar esto para organizar mis pensamientos. He estado apuntando cosas en pequeñas libretas durante el tiempo que Jules y yo estuvimos viajando. (¿Sabes que hay un montón de criaturas hada que han sido clasificadas incorrectamente como demoniacas por la Clave? ¿Cómo las Curupiras? Casi todo el bestiario antiguo necesita una pequeña revisión). La verdad, es muy raro estar así de tranquilos después de estar viajando por el globo durante casi un año. Julian está poniendo todo de si con todo este proyecto restaurando la casa. Creo que su sentido del cuidado y el ser tan meticuloso han ayudado. Ama trabajar con sus manos (y a mí me encanta ver como lo hace) y pensar en nuevos proyectos. Además de todo esto, está pintando un mural en el salón de baile, y no me deja pasar para que lo vea. Dice que es una sorpresa, así que supongo que tendré que vivir con este suspense.

Espero que cuando este lugar esté arreglado sirva para que parezca menos espeluznante. Bromeé del tema con Dru cuando la escribí, pero aún tengo la sensación de que hay cosas acechando en cada sombra. Incluso cuando subo mi estela de luz cuando está brillando al máximo, solo ilumina las raras grietas de las paredes y las extrañas manchas en los revoques. No puedo explicarlo, pero tengo la sensación de que hace mucho tiempo, algo horrible pasó aquí. Es en los escalofríos que me recorren la espalda, y la extraña forma en la que los cristales de las ventanas se empañan sin motivo alguno, o ese sitio raro y frio al final de las escaleras. Sigo con el deseo de usar Cortana, pero esto no es el tipo de cosa contra la que puedas luchar. Es solo una sensación.

Y a veces esa sensación es como si no estuviera. Hoy he pasado una tarde de lo más normal buscando entre cajas en lo que solía ser la cocina. Subimos un montón del sótano (el cual tiene un montón de telarañas, así que a partir de ahora lo llamaré La Ciudad de las Arañas. No había visto tantas arañas desde Thule. *escalofrío*).

Algunas de las cajas tienen cosas normales dentro. Hay cubertería y vajilla de porcelana que perteneció a alguien llamado Barbara Pangborn (debió casarse con un Lightwood o un Blackthorn). Ropa de cama y manteles de lujo con el símbolo de espinas de los Blackthorn cosidos por los bordes. Una caja grande de juguetes rotos y muñecas marcadas con “Grace Blackthorn”. Había una daga con runas debajo de todas las cabezas de muñecas rotas, así que mis apuestas son que era una niña pequeña que recién empezó a entrenar. ¡Aw! (Aunque las cabezas de las muñecas dan miedo).

Julian entró cuando aún seguía desempaquetando, y decidió ayudar limpiando la rejilla de la chimenea. Se manchó entero de hollín y no paraba de toser, así que le llevé al ala moderna de la casa, le quité la camiseta, y empecé a limpiarle. Y bueno, estaba sin camiseta, y sucio, y mirándome con esos preciosos ojos azul verdosos y… ¿Qué puedo decir?

Me lancé. Volvimos a la habitación besándonos como locos y caímos en la cama y manchamos las sábanas de hollín y mereció la pena. (Y hasta aquí los detalles, Bruce. No preguntes más).

No puedo creer que en su momento pensé que Jules y yo solo éramos amigos. Le quería tanto que no podía ver todo lo demás, lo grande que era. Yo estaba dentro, buscando este tipo de amor sin darme cuenta de que estaba rodeada del mismo. ¿Tiene sentido, Bruce? No soy escritora, ¡así que lo más probable es que esté expresando esto de manera terrible! Sé que a menudo siento la necesidad de decirle a Julian con más frecuencia que le amo, pero nunca me ha dicho nada al respecto, así que intento decírselo de otras maneras más allá de las palabras. Como me acurruco contra él cuando dormimos, la forma en la que me acerco por detrás y le abrazo cuando está concentrado en algo (menos cuando pinta, ¡si no habría manchas en todos los cuadros!). La forma… un segundo. ¿Alguien está llamando a la puerta?

[Una hora más tarde]

¡Bruce! No te lo vas a creer pero… ¡Cristina está aquí! ¡Y Mark y Kieran han venido con ella! No sé cómo Kieran se las ha manejado para salir del Reino de las Hadas (algo de un pacto con la tierra y que estaría fuera menos de tres atardeceres), ¡pero estoy tan feliz de verlos! Cristina y yo bailamos como locas y nos abrazamos, y Mark y Kieran se las apañaron para convencer a Julian de salir esta noche y ver Londres. Vamos a llevar puestas las ropas de los súper guays años sesenta e ir a tantos pubs como podamos. No puedo esperar, Jules y yo necesitamos un descanso. Londres, ¡allá vamos! ¡Prepárate para Cazadores de Sombras Fiesteros!

*y un rey hada

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