izzy: helen come collect ur girl

izzy: aline jsut asked me out

helen: JDJDDN FFS

magnus: this AGAIN

helen: oh my fuckfkn gogodod

izzy: MAGNUS COME COLLECT UR MAN ALEC IS TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO SAY YES

helen: i hATE

magnus: alec…….

helen: ffjdjdndn ALEC

izzy: I FUCKDIFN

izzy: I GO “alec didnt u tell aline i have a gf i thought u two were close?”

izzy: AND HE JSUT GOES “u do??”

magnus: OH NO

helen: I HA TE

izzy: AND IM LIKE DUDE IVE BEEN DATING CLARY FOR WEEKS NOW??

izzy: AND HE SJUT GOES “who?”

magnus: disappointed but not surprised 😔

helen: ALEC 💀💀💀💀

izzy: AND NOW I CAN HEAR HIM LAUGHIFN IN HSI ROOM I HATE HIM

helen: im scremadjjdbd

magnus: did someone say alec is laughing 👀

magnus: im here i was summoned

izzy: u were here ethe whole time

magnus: shh

helen: magnusndjdndd

  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she means: kit and ty have only just met and they are visiting beach and is ty laughing and kit is just staring at him contemplating about how his grey eyes glow like the moonlight on the water and how his arrow-straight black hair is tangled from the salt air and is just slowly falling in love with him.

I’m going to say outright that so far I have been extremely disappointed in the casting for Shadowhunters, with the exception of Alberto as Simon and Harry as Magnus. I absolutely LOVE Alisha as Maia though and I think this is their best casting so far. Looking forward to seeing more of her!

When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They’re in everything you do. They’re in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your dreams too. And you don’t think they’re perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don’t frighten you away, in fact you love them more for it, because you don’t want perfect. You want them.
—  Julian Blackthorn, Lady Midnight
  • Tessa: you're a Herondale
  • Kit: I'm not a Herondale.
  • Jem: you're a Herondale
  • Kit: I'm not a Herondale.
  • Julian: you're a Herondale
  • Kit: I'm not a Herondale.
  • Emma: you're a Herondale
  • Kit: I'm not a Herondale.
  • Ty: you're a Herondale
  • Kit: I'M A HERONDALE!!1
LoS snippet

Kieran gave a soft, impatient noise and flopped down on the bed, among the sheets. The blankets were already flung onto the floor. With his black hair tangled against the white linen, his body sprawled out with no regard for human modesty, Kieran looked even more of a wild creature. “Come with me, then,” he said. “Stay with me. I saw the look on your face when you saw the horses of the Hunt. You would do anything to ride again.”

Suddenly furious, Mark leaned down over him. “Not anything,” he said. His voice throbbed with low anger.

Kieran gave a slight hiss. He caught at Mark’s shirt. “There,” he said. “Be angry with me, Mark Blackthorn. Shout at me. Feel something.”

Mark stayed where he was, frozen, just above Kieran. “You think I don’t feel?”

My version of the cover for “Lord of the Shadows’’ by @cassandraclare 

The official cover has been recently published and I wanted to create my version ever since I saw it. I tried to capture the style of the original cover and mix it with Lady Midnight :) 

Photo credits for the model go to Brett Stanley, an insanely talented photographer. I found the name of the photographer when it was too late, I hope he won’t mind me using his photo for this fan-art :)

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lord of shadows snippet

They were far out from shore now—it was a shining line in the distance, the highway a ribbon of moving lights, the houses and restaurants along the coastline glimmering. “Well, as it turns out, my parents didn’t die in the ocean.” Emma took a shuddering breath. “They didn’t drown.”

“Knowing that doesn’t wipe out years of bad dreams.” Julian glanced toward her. The wind blew soft tendrils of his hair against his cheekbones. She remembered what it felt like to have her hands in that hair, how holding him had anchored her not just to the world, but to herself.

“I hate feeling like this,” she said, and for a moment even she wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “I hate being afraid. It makes me feel weak.”

“Emma, everyone’s afraid of something.” Julian moved slightly closer. “We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don’t wish you didn’t fear anything. All that would mean is that you don’t feel anything.”

“Jules—” She started to turn toward him in surprise at the intensity in his voice, but paused when she heard Cristina’s footsteps quicken, and then her voice, raised in recognition, calling:

“Mark!”