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multi-bookworm · 2 years
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Matthew: I may be depressed but at least I’ve got glitter! *sprinkles glitter*
James: … you’re still depressed.
Matthew: but I’ve got glitter! *agressively throws glitter at James*
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munzs-stuff · 2 years
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im sorry guys
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Dearest Tessa and Jem,
My Tess and my Jem. My Jem and my Tess. My shooting stars. My saving graces. Wherever would I be without the two of you? Without the sound of Jem’s violin and without Tessa’s gentle hands? Where would I be if I had not shot that knife at the bull’s eye and if Tessa had not hit me on the head with a jug? Plastered off my mind in a lonely corner of the Devil’s Tavern, perhaps? 
I do not know when you will find this, whichever one of you does, but I know that I will not be here. I do not want to bring tears to either of your eyes, for seeing myself being the cause of your pain would strike me painfully in the heart even in death. I am not worthy of the tears of ones such as you two, but you made me feel as if I am. 
My loves, my darling loves. I love you so. I love Jem for his gentle voice and his silver eyes, and I love Tessa for her fierceness and her unending questions. I love you for when you touched me and made me feel like a person, made me feel whole. I love you for making me happy. And I forever will.
Never will a day go by, as long as I live and even after, that I will not love you. You are my true north, you are the very reason my heart beats and the very reason I breathe air and the very reason I live. Do not cry for me, for neither do I deserve your tears, nor did I deserve your love. But you loved me and you cocooned my heart and my veins and my bones with it, and so I returned it, and forever will return it. Universes will die before my love for you fades, my loves.
Yours in life and death,
Will Herondale
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 6 days
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My biggest flex will always be how I knew Neil was the more feral and dangerous one than Andrew this whole time even before tsc and seeing the entire fandom freaked out makes me want to kiss and hug Nora and just thank her for finally finally showing everyone and I’m not just crazy
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jortenthusiasst · 4 months
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Happy new year foxes 🥺 hope u guys enjoyed ur holidays with ur family and def not with an opposing exy team getting tortured or anything 🫶
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ihave3frigs · 8 days
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it’s a strange week to not only share a name with one of the main characters of tsc but to also religiously wear a usc lanyard
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thrxughthenxght · 11 days
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I was so happy to see Renee again and I especially appreciated her shutting Jean down with him insisting on going back to Evermore/getting back/"you've doomed us all". She tolerated none of his shit and I was here for it.
I mean:
"'Let me go.' 'I won’t. Lie down.'"
"'Jean,” Renee said. 'I’d rather you stayed put.' 'You cannot stop me,' Jean said. 'I promise I can,' she said. 'It is for your own good. You’re in no shape to be moving.'"
"'You should not have brought me here. Take me back to Evermore.' 'I won’t,' Renee said. 'If that doesn’t satisfy you: I can’t. Mr. Andritch banished you from Evermore for the time being.'"
"Renee seemed content to outwait him, keeping it within easy reach without forcing it into one of his bruised hands."
"'I am a Raven now and always,' Jean said. 'It does not matter what one insignificant man says.' 'Perhaps,' Renee said, in a light tone that said she did not believe it."
"How am I getting home?' 'You’re not leaving,' Renee reminded him."
"'Take me back to Evermore.' 'I will say it until I’m blue in the face if I must. I will not let you leave.'"
Girly wasn't playing around. She cares, he's staying. They're important to me 😭😭🥺
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astriefer · 1 year
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Thomas: Why are you so negative?
Alastair: negative is the new positive
Thomas: And with that Philosophy you go around, throwing unmotivating phrases at my friends?
Alastair: Oh, no. That I'm doing just because it's funny.
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pygmy--tyrant · 1 year
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in the tsc universe people would be making textposts like 'do you think johnathan shadowhunter and david the silent ever explored eachothers bodies'
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eliotquillon · 7 days
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nervously shifting in my seat because a bunch of tsc textposts i made in 2019 are getting notes again
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Ok but Clary and Simon being the only ones alive to have seen raziel and get something from him and survive the ordeal and for the same purpose of saving the blond one is like-
Parabatai Goals!!!
<3
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i love how absolutely mental the tsc fandom is and how everyone just accepts everyone the way they are, so refreshing
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multi-bookworm · 3 years
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Kit: *staring at Ty*
Ty, noticing him staring: you alright, kit?
Kits brain: shit he noticed me staring
Kit:
Kits brain: quick! play dumb!
Kit: uhh, who's kit?
Kits brain: NOT THAT DUMB!
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munzs-stuff · 3 years
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sad things
Nothing made sense to Magnus anymore. Not the steady sky, not the ground beneath his feet, and definitely not whatever Catarina was saying to comfort him right now. His eyes hurt from the crying. He’d tried so hard not to. His Alexander wouldn’t have liked that. But he couldn’t help it. Because he was gone.
He was gone. He was gone. He was gone.
What magnus would do to see those blue, blue eyes that had never managed to fade no matter Alec’s age through the years. What he’d do to hold his hands again. What he’d do to hear his voice again. It was all gone. Magnus had lost his everything.
“Magnus. Look at me. You knew this was coming. We all did,” Catarina coaxed, her voice soft.
Magnus looked up at her, tears once agains spilling relentlessly down his cheeks. He knew he had to be strong for Rafe and Max. His little boys. But right now he couldn’t. He couldn’t even look at the mirror. All he could do was let the tears spill and feel his heart break into pieces more and more every passing second.
Such was the curse of being immortal.
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Tessa wasn’t sure if she should be used to this yet. One one hand, she’d been doing this for decades. On the other hand Jem was dead. Her James. The love of her life. Her eyes were dry, but she was sure that if someone were to cut her open right now, they’d see that her heart was shattered in pieces.
Did she deserve this? Did she deserve to lose loved one after loved one? She knew it was coming. Jem wasn’t immortal. He had a prolonged life, yes, but not unending. She pressed her eyes close, her fist closing around her jade necklace. The jade necklace. The one Jem had gifted to her so many years ago. The first tear slipped down her cheek.
The two of them had already outlived her Mina. SHe remembered that night, the two of them holding either hands of their precious little girl as she took her last breath. SHe remembered Emma’s voice breaking up with sobs as she told Tessa that Kit had died an honourable death in battle.
Honour. That’s all life was for Shadowhunters. Of course no one knew better than her. She’d been living around Shadowhunters since she was sixteen. Now she was almost 350 years old. Her heart contracted in grief.
She was sobbing now. Holding onto Jem’s cold, still, wrinkled hand as Silent Brothers prepared to take his body to the Silent City as Magnus gripped her shoulder weakly, a look of intense pain in his eyes. They’d known each other for so long. “I hope it’s a long time before you have to call me again,” they’d said to each other. It was a long time, of course. It’s just that it never felt like long enough. Not with Will, not with James and Lucie, not with Mina and Kit, and not with Jem.
Magnus had felt his own pain too. Some decades ago. She remembered how hollow he looked, how completely devoid of any life. She pondered over if she looked the same now.
“Wǒ ài nǐ.”
Such was the curse of being immortal.
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Mark gripped Kieran’s hand with the force of a thousand cannons. He’d grown old now, only in body of course. He was still his Mark. His Mark who would still get that confused look on his face all the time, the same Mark who was absolutely hopeless in the kitchen, the same Mark that saved him when he was in the Wild Hunt. They’d saved each other then. They would do it again.
That time it was them holding onto the very essence of each other, not letting each other forget themselves. This time they’d remember Cristina. Their Queen of Roses. Cristina, their saviour. Cristina, the woman that they’d spent most of their lives loving.
Now she was gone. Never to be seen again. Never to be touched again. Death was a foreign concept to faeries. Now that there was no war, faeries were back to living their immortal lives. Not to Keiran though. He watched on as the loves of his life became aged and withered with every passing year that felt like the blink of an eye.
Such was the curse of being immortal.
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 3 days
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Neil sounds like the bad boy mafia gang leader dark werewolf vampire billionaire that Y/N (Andrew) somehow manages to tame (enables his dark side)
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jortenthusiasst · 4 months
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I fear the sunshine court is going to tear me to pieces chew me up and spit me back out then stomp all over me then piss and shit on me then degrade me and then it will end and there I will be. There is going to be nothing sunshine about this damn book unless Jeremy Knox himself starts glowing
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Isabelle: You clothes look gay.
Alec: YEAH?! I hope so. Because my clothes are gay. If I am wearing them, they are gay. Gay by association.
Magnus: They came out of the closet this morning, what had you expect?
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