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· YA LIT MEME: six minor characters (3/6) - sophie collins

“it’s all right to love someone who doesn’t love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. as long as they deserve it.”


Tessa and Will marveling at the sound of eachother’s name.


“In that case,“ Tessa said, feeling hot blood rise to her face, “I think I would prefer it if you called me by my Christian name, as you do with Miss Lovelace.”
Will looked at her, slow and hard, then smiled. His blue eyes lit when he smiled. “Then you must do the same for me,” he said. “Tessa.”


my second installment of Shadowhunter!AU c: Our dear Viktor Nikiforov as a Shashka-wielding shadowhunter (he’s holding a seraph blade in his other hand in my last photo). I kept his hair long just because ;D Also, people always wonder if he’s half-faerie simply because of his bone structure.

I may also do a version of him as a full faerie or warlock because seriously he could be anything

ANYWAY, more Shadowhunter!AU to come because I just love it c:


♡ make me chooseanon asked: six of crows or the shadowhunter chronicles

“shadowhunters and mundanes, people with the sight and without it, every one of them is looking to be a hero. we are all hoping for it, and trying for it, and soon we will all be bleeding for it.”

| send me a choice


make me chooseanon asked: gabriel & cecily or gideon & sophie (the infernal devices)

“she held his face between her hands as they kissed-he tasted slightly of tea leaves, and his lips were soft and the kiss entirely sweet. Sophie floated in it, in the prism of the moment, feeling safe from all the rest of the world.”

(click to enlarge!)

| send me a choice


TID appreciation week 2017

Day 6 - Favorite Scene: The Ball

She looked up at him, lips parted in bewilderment. “Know what?” she said, and Will, with a sigh of something like defeat, kissed her.

He traced slow, glancing butterfly kisses across her mouth, each as measured as the beat of a heart, each saying she was precious, irreplaceable, wanted. Tessa could no longer keep her hands at her sides. She reached to cup the back of his neck, to tangle her fingers in the dark silky waves of his hair, to feel his pulse hammering against her palms.

All the pieces inside her that had felt broken and jagged when se looked at Will these past few weeks began to knit together and heal. She felt light, as if she could float.

“Will,” she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread out from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin to burning. “Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.”


a tribute to shadowhunters and downworlders: william owen herondale

born: 1861

kind: shadowhunter

parabatai: jem carstairs

“Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven.”

           the infernal devices.