ave atque vale

And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.
— 

Clockwork Princess

I feel like no one breathed while reading this.

A conversation with Livia Blackthorn
  • Livvy: I'm 99 percent sure Kitty will become canon.
  • Me, a paranoid reader: What's the other one percent?
  • Livvy: If I somehow manage to get myself killed and they become parabatai.
  • Livvy : (sees my horrified expression) Pshh, don't worry, I'll be there to make sure that doesn't happen.
  • Me: *starts bawling* you don't know the half of it...

Hay personas que en lugar de impulsarte, sólo hacen que te estanques en el camino

Entender

que ya no ibas a estar ahí para mí,

que ya no creceríamos juntos,

que éramos más pasado que presente

fue una de las cosas más difíciles por las que me tocó pasar.

Hacía rato que habíamos dejado de encajar. Se nos había hecho muy tarde para despedirnos y hasta de eso nos perdimos. Nunca cerramos la puerta y el corazón se quedó desgarrado por meses.

En el momento estaba muy ciega como para comprender, pero ahora sí puedo ver atrás.

Estoy más sana, crecí lo que tenía que crecer sola por mi cuenta.

Y no hubiese podido llegar ni a la mitad de donde estoy ahora, si no te hubiese dejado ir.

Y ahora que estoy lejos

de lo que fui,

de lo que fuiste,

de lo que fuimos

sí puedo agradecerte.

Marcharte fue lo mejor que nos pudo pasar a ambos.

Juego de palabras

I WAS LISTENING TO IT’S QUIET UPTOWN FROM HAMILTON AND HAD A SUDDEN FLASH OF JULIAN HOLDING LIVIA AND NOW IM DROWNING IN A SEA OF MY OWN TEARS I MEAN:

“There are moments that the words don’t reach / There is suffering too terrible to name / You hold your child as tight as you can / And push away the unimaginable.”

I CANT BREATHE.

Ave atque vale, George Lovelace, child of Nephilim. Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.
—  Simon LovelaceAngels Twice Descending.
shadowhunters 2x19
  • 8PM: ready for this episode let's do this
  • 8.30PM: clACECLACECLACECLACE
  • 8.45PM: oh mY GOD SEBASTIAN AND JACE AND CITY OF GLASS QUOTES AND SEBASTIAN AND SEBASTIAN
  • 8.58PM: MY HEART IS GONE THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER
  • 9PM: I AM RUINED

I’ve been working on a longer Fanfic piece and finally posted the first chapters on Archive of Our Own! It’s a longer work, so I will be adding a new Chapter every Friday, but the first four are up.

Rise from the Ashes

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11570598/chapters/25997274

With Livvy gone and the Clave’s future uncertain, the Blackthorns struggle to survive the aftermath of the Accords Hall.

I would love for you to read it, and leave kudos or comments. If you think others might like it, please reblog. And I’ll post a moodboard for each new chapter after I post it. With two years to go until Queen of Air and Darkness, it’s a long time to make up stories to fill the gap of ‘What happened next?’

Keep reading

obviously george lovelace was worthy to be a shadowhunter. So I don’t fucking know why he had to die. we all know that he would’ve been the one to restore the Lovelace name. To bring honour and success and pride to the shadowhunter family. It just makes me so mad, that he was taken before he could accomplish such a task. How is it fair that idiots like the Dearborn’s survive, but this beautiful kind human doesn’t??

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TID appreciation week 2017

Day 4 - Favorite Platonic Relationship: Jem and Will

“Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.