I’m so sorry for those of you who are convinced you aren’t as beautiful as others just because you’re used to seeing the done up, filtered, edited, posing pictures of others. while we are all beautiful that way, we are also so beautiful waking up in the morning after a restless night, crawling into bed when it feels like you wouldn’t make it, wiping tears or sweat from your broken-out face, or just stepping out of the first shower you’ve had in a few days. let your natural beauty shine, don’t be afraid of the limits insecurities set on us. you are breathtakingly gorgeous.
BREAK FREE FROM SOCIETY AND POST THAT NATURAL SELFIE! @lord–swoledemort@e-leri
okay but imagine Sherlock not having had the time to get his hair cut in a while because he’s been so wrapped up in a case, and John coming home one day to see Sherlock’s got his hair pulled back into a messy bun with his shirt sleeves rolled up while he’s working because his hair kept getting in his face and he just looks so good John has to lean against the doorframe to keep upright
My head is starting to hurt from all the unbelievable things I have read from people hating the show or a certain aspect of it.
People have problem with Clary being whiny. They actually mind that she gets all distraught after she loses hope or finds out that her friend is dead. Like, how would you act? “she gets all faint” What? Of course she does! Just think about every single bad thing that happened to her and that she found out in a matter of days. I think she is being rather strong, on the contrary.
Then, and I just can’t with this anymore, people slut-shaming Izzy. I have had discussions right and left, but it would be better for my nerves if I had talked to my shoes and just as successful. Sluts don’t exist! It’s a word invented for shaming women who look how they want and sleep with whom they want and however much they want. I saw NOT ONE person complaining because the boys had their shirts off. Oh, and there are actually people complaining about her being friendly to Clary. Yes, it’s true. They would rather have women stereotypically judging one another.
Oh, boy, and people calling Alec a coward because he broke the bond, I just CAN’T. He was so scared! You don’t understand what it’s like to keep that kind of secret from everyone. Think about it! Being gay is illegal for Shadowhunters, being in love with your parabatai also! He is scared that he is going to lose and hurt everyone he loves if they find out. He was not ready to be outed. He was hiding that part of himself for so long only to have it hit him in the face in front of the ones he was hiding it from! This is so SYMBOLIC. You obviously have no idea what it’s like to be in a similar situation. When your parent gets interested in you being so defensive of LGBT community and asks you a question (with an obvious intention) and you realize and literally stop breathing. You freeze. You just try to run away. Which is exactly what he did. And the way he looked afterwards. like he hates himself. Stop attacking Alec. There are so many young people who will find themselves in Alec or maybe already do and trough him they will learn that there really isn’t anything to be ashamed of.
Lastly, people complaining because Jace is not enough of an asshole. That is right, people. And there are so many! I don’t even know what to say about that.
So, this is for you who love this show and want to protect these characters and actors. Because we know how disgusting people are, actually sending them hate and leaving some atrocious comments where they can see them. Whenever you see a bad comment or post or tweet, make a positive one! Let’s fight this. I’m not saying fight them, just spread more positivity than you see negativity. Eventually, they will be practically invisible and I can’t wait for that to happen.
Arguing and drinking. It seemed that without the elder Mills
sister, that’s all Jenny and Crane were good for. They hadn’t had any leads on
how to find Abbie in months and they hadn’t heard from her. No contact through
prophetic dreams, no actual contact through the mirrors, and no dropped hints
on her whereabouts. Pandora and the Hidden One had been unusually quiet as
To Jenny, Ichabod had become too reckless in his search for
answers. To Ichabod, Jenny and Joe didn’t seem quite concerned enough- too
unwilling to take risks to find her. In the middle was Joe, who had no clue
where to start unraveling the mystery of Abbie’s whereabouts. All of his
suggestions were shot down by both parties. In their desperation, both of them
had abandoned the luxury of kindness and understanding. Hurt had made them
hard, abrasive shells.
He heard Jenny sigh, apparently out of fight for now.
“I may have a lead.”
“Please, Miss Jenny. Do tell. Is it yet another useless
trinket?” Crane said, knocking back another swig from his personal bottle of
Jenny didn’t look up, didn’t fall for the bait that he cast
forth. “A conjurer.” She risked a peek up at him to find that she had his full
attention. “I put out some feelers a few weeks ago. No one wants to touch it.
None of them want to hazard bringing a life back from the underworld-and for
good reason. But I’ve heard whispers of one conjure woman who might be willing.”
“So, what are we waiting for then? Why have you taken so
long to tell me about this ‘conjure woman’?” Crane asked, his voice tinged with
that same frayed desperation that so often framed his accusations of her.
“Because I’ve heard that it’s not worth the cost. Her
fortunes and remedies don’t usually come to fruition in the ways her patrons
expect. I was told that only the truly desperate find their way to her.”
“Would that not describe our current situation?”
“Crane, Abbie would say that there’s always another way. I
have a really bad feeling about Elzora.”
“Well Abbie isn’t here right now, is she? And if this Elzora holds the key to getting her
back, I think we should at the very least see what she has to offer.”
They had flown coach to New Orleans, and then chartered a
smaller plane to the swamplands to find the woman they sought. It hadn’t taken
much asking around to find her, with the smooth brown skin of her face painted
white and her greying hair covered in a bright scarf. She advertised fortunes
told for a dollar, but upon seeing them- upon seeing Ichabod, she hurriedly closed
up her tent. Not to be ignored, Crane rushed the tent to find her waiting in a
folding chair, seemingly for him to sit across from her.
“I know what you seek, Chosen One.” She said in her thick Creole-tinged
“You know who I am? Why I’ve come?” Ichabod asked, leaning
“The spirits tell me many things. You wish to communicate with
your love who has crossed over.” He didn’t answer, so she continued. “I can
help you, but know the cost will be great, Chosen One.”
“We… we have brought money. We have brought artifacts.
Talismans. We can pay.”
Elzora turned her head slightly sideways as if listening in
the silence that had grown between them. Then she laughed. She cackled until
tears fell from her eyes leaving streaks of brown in the spotty white paint, and
leaving Ichabod more than a bit unnerved. Once her laughter subsided, she spoke
again. “No payment is required of you, Witness, but your current path will cost
you dearly.” Her terrifying laugh hidden just below the surface of her words. There
was a perverse joy to her warning. “And even still, you are willing assume the risk.”
He leaned close to her. His voice hushed so that the others,
who were undoubtedly listening outside of the tent wouldn’t hear. He had
promised that this trip would be to see what the woman had to offer. Not to
make any deals unless she had something good. This promise he had no intention
“I am. I need her.”
“Very well. Come.”
The team had followed her to a small secluded shack where
she instructed them to wait outside.
“Crane, I really don’t like this. She’s willing to give you
something- for free at that- that will let you see Abbie? This sounds shady as
“How can it be any worse than what we’ve been doing for the
past 3 months?”
“Crane it could be way worse! Do you even hear yourself?”
Joe stepped in to back up Jenny’s opinion but Crane had
stopped listening. Elzora had come back to the door.
Jenny and Joe helped tie him to the chair. He left them with no choice, determined to
see this through. The woman, her face now clean, brought him a mixture and told
him to drink. After, he could feel his eyes close and his body convulse. He
could hear Jenny yelling and Elzora laughing. Then, nothing.
When he opened his eyes, she was staring at him. Her
beautiful eyes wide in alarm.
“Crane, what are you doing here?”
He was laying on a bed, soft and warm, but he could only
guess at that by the way it looked. He could feel nothing. She moved to brush
his hair from his forehead but her hand passed through him.
“Why can’t I touch you?”
“Abigail.” It seemed that was all he could say. She had so
many questions but all he could say was her name. When he finally was out of
his stupor, he was next to come to grips with the fact that they could not
touch. So they talked. He cried, she smiled gently at him, but they never
stopped talking. She was sad at what had occurred in the time that had passed
since the incident with the Shard, but through it all, she was happy to see
him. She began to tell him all that had occurred and her quick rise to power,
but her voice began to fade. When he could no longer hear her, his vision began
to blur and, quite suddenly, he was back in the shack with Elzora, Jenny and
Joe. Elzora was laughing, but Jenny was crying, her hands on his face.
“Crane, you’ve been out for hours!” He wasn’t listening.
“No, no…. I wasn’t done. We weren’t done. No!” He looked at Elzora as Joe loosened the ties
that bound him to the chair. “Give me more. I have to go back. Why couldn’t I
touch her? How am I supposed to get her back if I can’t touch her?”
“Witness, you asked to find her. Not to bring her back.”
“You are one sick fuck, lady. I should beat your ass right
now.” Jenny cursed, but the older woman just took another drag of her
cigarette. Ichabod stumbled out of the house and didn’t say a word when Jenny
and Joe prodded him later. He stayed silent the entire flight home.
When he arrived back at the home he one shared with Abbie, a
package awaited him with no return address. Inside were three bags of herbs and
a hand written recipe.