bane james

  • James: "Hello, Uncle Brother Zachariah. I would say that I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm sure this is the most excitement you've had all year. Not so lively in the City of Bones, now is it?"
  • Will: "James! Don't talk to Jem like that."
  • Brother Zachariah: As if I am not used to badly behaved Herondales.
  • James: "I suppose the difference is that Father always cared what you thought about him, and I don't. But don't take it personally, Uncle Jem. I do not care what anybody thinks."

The sass

I just pictured Tessa Gray seeing Alec Lightwood sitting with Magnus Bane and for a split second she thought she saw her husband laughing with his old friend and Jem asks why she’s crying but then he sees it to and he smiled softly and wipes away Tessa’s tears and I just died a little

5 more reason to love Philip Shea

1)He’s an amazing photographer 

2)wants the people he loves to be happy

3)he puts up with Lukas Waldenbeck


5)hes Philip Shea how can you not love him?

  • Every Shadowhunter who has met Will: There is no such thing as demon pox, Will!
  • Will: *motions wildly with hands for someone to enter*
  • Benedict (the worm): Hello
  • Benedict: it's me
  • Gabriel: For the love of
  • Jem: So... Hi.
  • Alec: Um Hi.
  • Jem: Do you know what we could do whilst Magnus and Tessa are gone?
  • Alec: What?
  • Two hours later.
  • Tessa: Oh wow.
  • Alec and Jem: *On the floor, covered in kittens.*
  • Magnus: *joins in*
  • Tessa: Oh wow.
Drunken Love

Summary: Someone is a clingy drunk, and it isn’t Bucky
Warnings: Language, kissing, drinking
A/N: I promised fluff for a while after Stole the Show and I’m sticking with it

A warm arm around your waist woke you as it pulled you into an even warmer chest. “Morning, baby.” His voice was sleepy and rough. You opened your eyes slowly, knowing sunlight was streaming through the blinds you’d forgotten to close the night before.

“Morning, Sarge,” you answered tiredly, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes. You sat up and tried to move from your boyfriend’s hold.

His arms quickly found their way back around your waist, his fingers tracing patterns onto your skin as he trailed kisses down your back. “Stay five more minutes, doll,” he begged. You let him pull you you back against him and into the bed. “It’s the weekend.”

“Five more minutes,” you agreed, curling into his hold and running your fingers blindly over his closed eyes. Soft lips pressed against your temple and you smiled, your fingers dropping away as you drifted back toward sleep. “I love you, Bucky,” you whispered. Although you heard him answer, you were too far gone to understand his words.

Gentle laughter and sweet kisses pulled you awake when the sun had risen higher in the sky. “I thought you wanted more sleep, Sarge.” You turned in his hold to face him, resting your head against his arm.

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