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Not done being mad about this. Cassandra Clare wrote Kamala leaving her shitty parents and went ‘that’s enough agency for this character of colour, she should now be defined by her relationship to a white woman’

You are given the hope for once sentence that she’ll pick a name to honour her heritage (and the birth family she talked about missing in coi) then it’s snatched away to save the time wasted typing out the last four letters of ‘Ariadne’.

Aaaand Kamala’s ‘new name’ is disappointing and not even a new name

#note: this is from my drafts as i was reading tlh/cot for the first time #i saw this fitting to post after the announcement of the better in black contents spoiler

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after 292 days… zero days since official thomastair content

#i told u ari's grand cot renaming was a bullshit cop out #look at this

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i need to finish my grace wip so bad u guys don't understand

#gracie <3 #tlh #i'll get there somday :/?

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alastair carstairs : *exists*

me :

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christopher lightwood was such a frickin g like homie said even though my girl is locked up in the pen, I support women in stem, and then he gave her fricking chemistry homework to do

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Better late than never…wanted to post this on Valentine’s day but couldn’t finish it on time… so here they are, Grace and Christopher 🩵

Characters belong to @cassandraclare

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I think Grace Blackthorn is best when allowed to be a little mean. She deserves it, after all the shit she's been through.

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here have a couple of thomas sketches i did months ago and never finished 😝

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#honestly this blog is good as abandoned but gracie is still my poorest little meow meow

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Me and my love of Grace Blackthorn:

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“I’ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done but I haven’t stopped loving you once”

happy alastair appreciation month :)

Thomas's hand rested on the door handle to the Institute’s library as he stared hard at the floor. He could still hear the faint noises of the people crowded downstairs. The Enclave had made a quick job of rounding up the London Shadowhunters after the fight at Westminster Abbey.

Currently, the infirmary had expanded into the Sanctuary and the hallways, and the area was bustling with the injured and healers alike. Thomas had never been very useful in the healing department, so he'd chosen to retreat to a space where he wouldn't be an obstruction.

That was his explanation to anyone who had asked anyway. What he'd chosen to not mention was that he'd watched Alastair slip away to the library earlier. This was followed by his thoughts rather incessantly chiming Alastair's name in his mind, and that had brought him here.

But now, standing before the library, Thomas couldn’t quite bring himself to actually open the door. Their last conversation, on the roof, had left Thomas’s head spinning. Alastair very rarely revealed anything about himself, and the little that he did made a patchwork of a complicated past. It had made Thomas understand why Alastair couldn’t accept that Thomas loved him. And Thomas did love him, in a way so deep that the distance between them now left him feeling untethered and lost.

But Alastair was set to leave London. Despite how conflicted Alastair seemed to be about leaving, hope slipped through Thomas’s fingers like water. Alastair’s doubts were deeply rooted within him, and Thomas could scarcely imagine a way to undo the years of damage that had ground those beliefs into him. But he needed to try.

Thomas took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the handle. He pushed the door open.

The library appeared empty and, with the unlit fireplace, was only illuminated by the setting sun in the windows. Thomas let the door shut behind him, moving more fully into the room. He couldn’t see-

“Thomas?”

Alastair was standing in one of the rows of bookshelves, his hand arrested in the motion of reaching towards the case. The rays of sun reached through the book case and illuminated his face in a soft glow. Something in Thomas ached at the sight of him.

Alastair looked uncertain, and the vulnerability of his expression pushed Thomas to narrow the space between them.

In the dim light Thomas could see that his bruises and cuts weren’t quite faded yet. The gash on his forehead left a light scar that grazed the top of his eyebrow. Thomas hadn’t realized he’d lifted his fingers to brush over the scar until he heard Alastair’s soft gasp.

Thomas let his gaze drop to Alastair’s eyes.

“The battle is over,” Thomas said quietly. He fought to keep his voice steady, but doubt was turning his stomach into ice. “Your brother is born. You don’t have anything else binding you to London.”

Alastair swallowed and looked away. His dark eyes looked as if they were clouded over in thought. “I know.”

Thomas let his eyes roam over Alastair’s side profile, letting them trace the harsh angles of his face that were softened by the sun.

Thomas was sure, more sure than he was of anything, that Alastair was the only one he’d ever feel this way for. From the beginning, from the realization that had struck him all those years ago in the cold of the Academy’s hallways, he’d known. And he couldn’t lose him now.

Alastair was watching him intently now, his hand reaching up to brush Thomas’s gently. Thomas felt the slight touch warm his entire body. Please stay. Please let this be enough for you to stay.

“I’ve been afraid for a long time,” Alastair said carefully, moving his hand so that it was fully clutching Thomas’s. “Of myself. Of what I was turning into. I thought that running was the only way to rid myself of that fear, and to protect you from what I am.”

The raw vulnerability in his voice was jarring. Thomas grasped onto it, desperately searching for the right thing to say. “There is nothing in you that I fear. You aren’t evil Alastair, you’re everything. Stay with me.” He pulled their tangled fingers up to press against his heart. “I can’t lose you.”

In the dim light, Alastair’s dark eyes glimmered. But the usual guardedness had fallen away. Let him hear me, Thomas thought desperately. Let him believe me.

Alastair took a shaky breath and leaned against the bookshelf. When his eyes lifted again, they searched Thomas’s face, as if trying to find a sign of dishonesty. Thomas raised his free hand to touch the side of Alastair’s face, catching a tear that had escaped his eyes.

After a long moment, Alastair closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “I don’t want to run anymore. I don’t want to leave you.”

“Don’t,” Thomas said softly.

Alastair shifted closer and Thomas responded easily, wrapping his arms around the other boy and bringing Alastair’s head to his heart. Alastair murmured his next words so softly, but Thomas caught them.

In the light of the fading sun, he clung to those words like a promise.

I love you.

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i felt so out of practice writing this omg

super super old taglist so sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged

@alastair-appreciation-month

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Alastair 🧡🍂

I missed his celebration month, but here is my son in warm autumn colors 🥰

Hope you like it!

Character owned by @cassandraclare

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i have been trying to put stuff on here but every time i try i get an error message

#if anyone gets this; hello!

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apparently controversial opinion: i like grace blackthorn's post-chot scar. i don't remember its description as horrifically disfiguring ("she had a scar on her cheek now" is all that is said); she is a badass, a genius, a survivor, and a once-villain-now-redeemed so she is so much more than her looks at this point, and i have seen some gorgeous people with very noticeable scars so "she's not beautiful anymore" or "it's a reduction in/strike against her beauty" is a baseless and frankly shitty argument. plus, i like how it means she no longer looks perfect, and wholly unflawed—an outward visual symbol of how she's changed from who she was in chain of gold and midnight heir.

so, actually, as much as i've thrown chain of thorns canon out the window in regards to gracetopher in all other respects, i accept the scar and i like the scar. to me, a scar itself is neutral: it's up to its bearer whether to be ashamed or proud of it, and as i recall grace gives us no opinion either way. so personally, i think it adds to grace and her arc and character, rather than taking away.

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Thomastair !!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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yall ever think about how the “you keep me human, tom” line probably goes all the way back to the academy when thomas was the last and only person treating alastair like a real human being instead acting like the real him was the mask he put on yet hated so much, in turn really being alastair’s only link back to his real self and humanity? yall ever think about how thomas probably literally kept alastair human and stopped him from sinking into the facade he’d had to rely on for so long?

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honestly