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Character talk: Parallels

Julian Blackthorn and Clary Fairchild


Now some of you might have noticed the paralles that have been drawn to our attention by Cassie, the fact that both Clary and Julian are the artistic types and drawing is their second life/hobby and Jace and Emma being the blonde, sacrastic fighters of their series, who can kill you right on the spot.

Interestingly what strikes me most about the Julian/Clary parallel is that they are not the fighter types (not as Jace and Emma), but there are chracters that constantly remind them of their ruthlessness, which sparkled my interest in them even more, because in a previous post I did discuss the Morgenstern side of Clary in which she came up with the plan how to kill her brother and then lied to him and stabbed him in the chest without giving it a second thought.


As gentle as they both seem, both Jace and Emma, even though strong fighters, couldn’t do what Julian and Clary did: Clary killing her father without grieving, while Jace was not able to do that and then later killing her brother in cold blood as well, Julian doing things that scare Emma.
It doesn’t matter how much of a badass Jace and Emma are, in the end the quiet reserved ones are the ones who push people to do what they want them to do and not feel sorry about it.

Here are some of the examples:

“You have a dark heart in you, Valentine’s daughter,” he said. “You just won’t admit it. And if you want Jace, you had better accept it. Because he belongs to me now.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart, Clarissa. Don’t tell me any differently.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“A gentle boy with a gentle soul, but every soul contains its own opposite, and the opposite of gentleness was ruthlessness—the beautiful wreckage of mercy.”
Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

‘’You are ruthless,“ said Magnus. “Even with yourself.’’
— Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

Not to mention that Kieran has told him that as well, other faeries in the Unseelie Court have also acknowledged him as ‘‘the ruthless one’‘. I am just waiting for the moment when Julian loses his shit and Clary gets sick and tired of the Clave and their nasty nazi games and just look at them go wild. Especially Julian after that end of LoS.

Antes que termine el año quiero atar los cabos sueltos de mi vida. No quiero empezar el 2018 con dudas, lagrimas y problemas. Quiero dejar todo lo malo de este 2017 y que no pueda entrar en el 2018. Son muchas cosas las que tengo que arreglar, pero tengo 1 mes y medio así que creo que me da tiempo. Sólo tengo que esforzarme.

For a split second I relive [it]. My heart begins to race, and a tidal wave of pain comes crashing back. An incredible, inconsolable sadness overcomes me. The sadness is so great it suffocates me. I can barely breathe as a deluge of tears stream down my face. My hands become hot and red and tremble with fear. I try to control the shaking by clenching my fists, but I cannot make it stop.

I am alone. No one can help me. No one understands, and I am plagued by the senselessness of it all. Just for a split second, I am home again.

—  “No One Said Life Was Fair” a poignant and humorous memoir about growing up in an alcoholic family by Mary Kate DeCraene.
  • Simon: It would be mean-spirited to do a victory dance right now, wouldn't it?
  • Raphael: I'll allow it as long as you keep it tasteful and under 20 seconds.
Being the child of an alcoholic is like being the only person awake in the back seat of a car, while the rest of the occupants sleep peacefully—the car careens out of control and flies off the side of a cliff.
—  “No One Said Life Was Fair" is a poignant and humorous memoir about growing up in an alcoholic family by Mary Kate DeCraene.

boyy, how come I haven’t drawn any clace fanart before???

Dad i wish you would put that bottle down
i wish you would tell me you loved me without reeking of
alcohol

you missed my school performances, you forgot to tell me you
were proud of me

dad im tired of making excuses for you, my friends cant
come over because your passed out on the couch too drunk to remember your name

i cant study because your knocking things over,
im missing school because im too scared to get in a car with you
my room has become my sanctuary because you have tarnished
every inch of this house

sometimes i feel as if your death would lift this burden
you make me feel guilty, you make me feel inadequate
dad i hate you for forgetting to be my dad

—  B.D.