The Signs As Herondale Quotes
  • Aries:"I've always wanted to see hell."
  • Taurus:"Is there no filthy wordplay you can't foresee?"
  • Gemini:"A demon pox on all your houses!"
  • Cancer:"Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck."
  • Leo:"I am always admired."
  • Virgo:"I do not mean to sound indelicate or ungrateful, but are you a dangerous lunatic?"
  • Libra:"Haven't you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?"
  • Scorpio:"Break a leg up there. And I'll be down here, hopefully breaking someone else's."
  • Sagittarius:"You know, you really didn't have to throw that man through the window"
  • Capricorn:"A parsnip planted in Satan's own garden"
  • Aquarius:"It's fascinating. You know all these words, and they're all English, but when you string the together into sentences, they just don't make any sense."
  • Pisces:"Anyone can sharpen a stick."

antiquejem asked:

jessa, 46 ^.^

  • “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“Hey have you seen the…?” he had been about to say cat but as he came into the room he saw Church draped across Tessa’s chest. He stared, “Oh.” 

Church did not particularly like Tessa. He tolerated her. He allowed her to pet him without coming away bleeding but there was always a sense that he suffered her presence on Jem’s behalf only. He certainly did not sleep on her and allow her to balance a book against his back.

“Has he decided he likes you after all these years?” Jem asked. 

“I think he likes the baby,” Tessa said. Tessa was 8 months pregnant and the cat was using her stomach as a head rest. His eyes were shut to slits and his paws twitched slightly in whichever happy dream he was having. 

He was also purring. Church rarely purred even on the best of days. Jem came to sit on an ottoman near them and pet the cat’s head. He purred louder. 

“He does seem to like the baby,” Jem said.

“It’s a good sign,” Tessa said, “He has selective taste in people but I’ve never seen him like someone who wasn’t a good person. She’s going to be someone kind.” 

Jem smiled and leaned over to push Church’s tail out of the way and give Tessa a gentle kiss. 

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I mean since the tv show is called SHADOWHUNTERS will like tid tlh and tda have a part too then?

imagine like flashbacks of tid like we see Henry create the portal with Magnus, we see how church was found, Isabelle’s necklace, etc.
and we learn ancestry and if we meet the blackthorns and Emma we will still have tmi crew but imagine going back and forth to Los Angeles and New York and we discover more about the wild hunt and we will still see Helen and Aline and yeah…


You know that feeling, when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside. I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.
The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

lilypotter72 asked:

22 for heronstairs? I feel bad asking for another ficlet since I already asked for one but I can't resist, the prompt is so great.

  • “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice,” Jem said with tight lips and his eyebrows slightly raised. Will’s heart twisted in his chest because he was careful. He had to be. He didn’t even take time to stare when Jem was awake. He started assembling response in his head but Jem kept speaking before he could get any of them out. 

“You watch me like you think I will drop dead at any moment, I won’t take that kind of pity from you too,” Jem said and he sounded tired. 

Will laughed and it was the wrong thing to do. Jem’s expression got more severe and he looked away. Will did stare for a moment. Just a moment, while his attention was elsewhere, he looked at the line of his jaw and the way his hair curled just a little bit behind his ears though it was pin straight everywhere else. Silver and star dust and as close to perfect as a human being could be. 

“I’m sorry, James, I’m sorry,” he said leaning forward and still laughing, “It’s just that isn’t what I was thinking. It is entirely not what I was thinking. I wasn’t laughing at you. Never. Well, that time when you fell down that hill and came up with a frog in your hat, that time I was laughing at you.”  

“What were  you thinking?” Jem asked refusing to take the bait and be distracted. Will frowned at himself. Why had he said anything? 

“I was thinking about your hair,” he said flippantly tossing himself back into his chair and throwing a knee over the arm like he hadn’t a care in the world. Jem was silent. Will ignored him. It was the truth after all. That he had been thinking about it in terms of running his fingers through it and not as a question of fashion did not need to be mentioned.  

“We all know I’m prettier than you, you needn’t stare to prove it,” Jem said and the joke caught Will so off guard he was left laughing so hard he didn’t even notice when Jem got up and left the room. 

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embercrown asked:

wessa, 13

“Kiss me,” the girl had put a warm hand on Will’s arm and turned him towards her. He stared at her. Tall, narrow, long brown hair twisted back into a messy bun. Eyes like mist and secrets that if he stared at them long enough he’d be able to write a poem to capture them. Grey sweater, jeans, battered shoes and a handbag from a department store not a designer. 

Familiar. Still, it took him a long time to place her as Nathaniel Gray’s sister. Nate “thinks he’s a hustler” Gray’s baby sister was standing in front of him with her hand on his wrist. He was thinking about writing poetry about her. No matter what came next, it was going to be a terrible idea. 

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anonymous asked:

Wessa 20

  • “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
  • This is set after the automaton explodes in Clockwork Prince but imagines a world in which Tessa was much more seriously injured.

She lay in the hospital bed with her eyes moving under her lids like she was only dreaming and he sat beside her. When no one else was around, he laced his fingers with hers. He had left her when he went to see Magnus and hadn’t left her since. He had left Magnus’s townhouse staggered and pained and broken and he’d come back to her because she was the only place he wanted to be.

There was no reason to leave any more. If she woke to find him hovering over her, worried and half mad with guilt that he hadn’t been able to do more to protect her, if she woke to that and found herself thinking that maybe he looked at her like that because he cared for her, it couldn’t hurt her anymore. She could look at him and smile and he wouldn’t have to say something to wipe it away.

“I need you to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” he whispered to her. He had dreamed of what it would mean, to be a good person again, to say kind things, to do good things just because it might make someone happy and every one of those dreams had featured her. This person he imagined he could be was a person he thought she might like.

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