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TIDAppreciationWeek17 Day 3 | Favorite Book: Clockwork Princess

No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, its cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes full circle, they kept their silence.


TID Appreciation Week: Day Two (Favorite Ship) ⇢ Herongraystairs

❝ How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room. ❞

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Tessa Gray - 
She was a warrior of words, books in dusty libraries and blood as black as ink, an angel with wings of desire and a heart beating desperate hope. Eyes wide with curiosity, a child’s happy laugh, four-leaved clovers pressed between the pages of a notebook, a summer morning filled with light. 

James Carstairs - 
He was the stars at night when the whole world is asleep, the gentle hum of a violin playing a song of despair, long nights of demons playing chase in your head. Music in your veins like a second heartbeat, a happy smile and a broken laugh.

Will Herondale - 
He was a dark soul with a darker mind, a heart of coal with a silver lining, a trembling hope for disaster, “maybe it’s easier to not be alive”. A warrior with eyes like fire, wielding knives of blood and starlight, a lone wolf howling at a moon that refuses to listen.

Charlotte Fairchild - 
She was the queen of an empire she had built on her own, with towers of broken bones and broken hearts, a little girl with wings of fire, the sound of water beating rocks. A mind like a universe of its own, a million constellations in the pattern of her thoughts, a soldier’s hand and the set of her shoulders that shows losing is not part of her plan. 

Henry Branwell - 
He was the pattern of galaxies in the sky, laughter shared in the dark, a fire glowing silver. A field of yellow flowers, a smile winning wars, the smell of leather and hot chocolate, a heart in love with life. A little kid with a crazy smile and the wish to change the world. An old man with a crazy smile and the knowledge that he has. 

Jessamine Lovelace - 
She was a princess living in a castle of lies, torn dresses dark with blood, the flicker of a smile of another life. A warrior fighting against themselves, a pretty face hiding a mask of despair. Head held high and shaking knees, “I deserve better, this is not all there is”. 

Sophie Collins - 
She was trees bending under the pressure of the wind, hair in high ponytails and cheeks red with blush, a soul of a fighter masked under a trembling heart. A fire ablaze in her bones, the songs of the birds midday, the first peek of sunlight after a lifetime of winter days. 

Gabriel Lightwood - 
He was dark nights of chasing demons, and mouthfuls of shaky lies, a heart of gold in a rib-cage of hatred, a bed with crumpled sheets. Hands holding a gun loaded with despair, loud laughter and the sound of applause, the feel of victory and triumph, snarky replies and hiding grins in the dark. 

Gideon Lightwood - 
He was shy smiles and the sound of the wind, murmurs of “I love you” in every single language of the world, shaking hands gripping a blade bleeding rage, a warrior fighting for freedom. Waking up with the sun in your eyes, the smell of freshly baked bread, eyes clouded with the dream of a future better than the past. 

Cecily Herondale - 
She was crossed hearts and hope-to-dies and war in her blood like a call of the wild, racing thoughts and racing heart, a sweet smile hiding a tongue spitting poison. Flowers with petals of diamonds, the feel of finally coming home, witty jokes and laughter that sounds like a song.

—  The Shadowhunters of the London Institute /// TID AESTHETICS 

Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Si je vivais mille ans, je t'appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chacune d'elles.” - The Retribution of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin.


tmi/tid meme • (2/2) shadowhunter families

MORGENSTERN – The Morgenstern family is an old Shadowhunter family. Valentine Morgenstern is the most well-known bearer of the Morgenstern name, while his daughter, Clarissa, chooses not to use it. The family is said to be Swiss, and their ancestors in 1878 spoke German fluently.


The Last Hours + Book titles

For as long as Lucie Herondale can remember, the Herondale family manor has adjourned the manor of the Blackthorns.

It’s too bad that Tatiana Blackthorn, the matriarch of the family, has always been, as her father Will Herondale says, “mad as a mouse trapped in a teapot.” Since the day that her father Benedict murdered Tatiana’s husband, and was killed in turn by a group of Shadowhunters that included both her brothers, Tatiana has nursed a burning grudge against the London Institute and all its inhabitants, especially Will, Tessa and their children: Lucie and her brother, James …

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tessa craned her head back to look at will. ‘you know that feeling,’ she said, ‘when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. but you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.’ his blue eyes were dark with understanding - of course will would understand - and she hurried on. ‘i feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. i do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. i would turn it aside, only i struggle to discover how that might be done.’

‘you fear for jem,’ will said.

‘yes,’ she said. ‘and i fear for you, too.’

‘no,’ will said, hoarsely.

‘don’t waste that on me, tess.’”

ghostfight  asked:

peridot is green. what else is green? pepe the frog. what colour are pepe's tears? blue. who else is blue? lapis. lapis and peridot are 2 gems. what's 5 minus 2? 3. what has 3 sides? a triangle. what is a triangle? the symbols for the diamond authority. what else has a triangle for it's symbol? the illuminati. the great diamond authority is illuminati c o n f i r m e d

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