He cleared his throat. “You wanted a turtle on your shoulder?”
She nodded, and her hair fell into place. “I wanted to cover my chicken pox scar.” She drew the strap of her tank top aside. “See?”
And he saw that there was some sort of mark on her shoulder, a scar, but he saw more than that: the curve of her collarbone, the light dusting freckles on her skin like a dusting of gold, the downy curve of her shoulder, the pulse at the base of her throat. He saw the shape of her mouth, her lips slightly parted. Her coppery lashes as she lowered them. And he was swept through with a wave of desire, of a kind he had never experienced before. He’d desired girls before, certainly, and satisfied that desire; he had always thought of it as hunger, a need for a sort of fuel that the body wanted.
- When Midnight Comes, Jace's point of view, City of Bones
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Jace nodded. “Don’t want to overstay our welcome.”
“What welcome?” Magnus asked. “I’d say it was a pleasure to meet you, but it wasn’t. Not that you aren’t all fairly charming, and as for you—“ He dropped a glittery wink at Alec, who looked astounded. “Call me?”
Alec blushed and stuttered and probably would have stood there all night if Jace hadn’t grasped his elbow and hauled him toward the door.
-City Of Bones
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so here’s my take on this meme but main couples in TMI
jace and clary
magnus and alec
simon and izzy
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not sure how to phrase this but something i have been ruminating on recently is that xue yang is strangely fragile. obviously he is also incredibly resilient. he survived, and continues to survive, impossible things. he has a million barriers between himself and the world, but none of this actually matters when it comes to what he feels. everything is personal to him. everything pierces straight through all that armor and goes right to his battered heart, the heart that no one else believes he has. that even he is not fully cognizant of. the world strikes and strikes and strikes and so he strikes and strikes and strikes back, even (especially) when the wound is something other people would not think worthy of retribution.
xue yang would never realize this- would be outraged at the concept of it- but the way everything, everything is something to rally a defense against is in itself a form of fragility. he does not know how to let go of things, or let them pass him by. passivity is death. so he is ruthlessly cruel and violent. he projects himself as a lunatic untouchable by anything you might possibly do to him, and on some level he even believes this. but in actuality he is one raw emotional wound. he never learned to separate himself from his emotions, much less process them. the volatility is not so much insanity as it is the constant lashing out of an animal in a trap, and the trap is the world, and the trap is himself, and he is never going to get out. and like so much else, this pain is just part of the background radiation of his life. it hardly registers. to be able to register the hurt, you would have to be able to register a time in which you were not hurt.
i feel like it is a fragility that could blossom into such tenderness, given exactly the right set of circumstances. how at the very first touch of softness in his life he fell into a domesticity from which he never recovered. how much was there, still, to be salvaged from the cruelty. on some level i am always thinking about the little apple bunnies. about the meal for daozhang and the straw in a-qing's bed.
it was too little, too late. it shattered like glass when the world intruded back in. but the tenderness was there. no one, least of all xue yang, knows what might have happened had it been unearthed in him any sooner.
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Ruhn, to his roomies: Listen here you little shits.
Ruhn: Not you Ithan, you’re a delight and we’re happy to have you here.
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*when Bree first joined the order*
Nick: Is there anything I can get for you? Something to drink? Some tea?
Bree: I don’t want tea. I want to find the person who murdered my mom, and I want to know why they murdered her in the first place, and I want to kill them.
Nick: Unfortunately we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing.
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Bryce: How many kids do you have?
Rhys: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?
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“Don’t tell me,” he said. “You’ve got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I’m not in the mood. You could ask Hodge,” he added, as an afterthought. “I hear he’ll do anything for a—”
“JACE!” she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. “JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU?”
He blinked.
City of Bones, Cassandra Clare
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"When you love someone, you don't have a choice. Love takes your choices away."
- Clary Fray
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Never forget that Jace was willing to kidnap Clary in CoB and drag her to the Institute not because he thought she was a real threat for them but because the boy had a major crush on her already
City of Bones
City of Glass
“He kept talking about you all the way back to the Institute; he made Hodge send him out to get you; and once he brought you back, he didn't want you to leave again.”
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Her brother laughed a little. “Ah, Shae, if you decided to betray me, what could I do? What’s the point of life if you can’t even trust your own kin?” He kicked her foot under the table, a teasing, childish gesture. “For you to hand my head over to the Mountain, you must really hate me. I must be such a terrible brother that I’d deserve to die. So there was nothing to be done about it.”
- Jade City, Fonda Lee
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“How did you know I had Shadowhunter blood? Was there some way you could tell?”
The elevator arrived with a final groan. Jace unlatched the gate and slid it open. The inside remained Clary of a birdcage, all black metal and decorative bits of gilt. “I guessed,” he said, latching the door behind them. “It seemed like the most likely explanation.”
“You guessed? You must have been pretty sure considering you could have killed me.”
He pressed a button in the wall, and the elevator lurched into action with a vibrating groan that she felt all through the bones in her feet. “I was ninety percent sure.”
“I see,” Clary said.
There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put a hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. “What was that for?”
“The other ten percent,” she said, and they rode the rest of the way down to the street in silence.
-City Of Bones
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Zoya: They look like a real handful, how do you deal with them?
Nina, watching Jesper screaming, Inej trying to stop Kaz from setting a sleeping Matthias on fire, and Wylan choking on air: I don’t know.
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"And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me."
- Jace Herondale, City of Glass (The Mortal Instruments, #3)
100 days of Quotes - Day 20
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Flynn: it’s nice to be wanted, you know?
Ruhn: NOT BY THE LAW-?
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