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but wait can you imagine if Tessa had just stayed in America, like she never would have found out she was a warlock, but she would still have at some point stopped aging, like she’d just be sitting around at 150 years old looking 22 like “wtf when am i gonna die?”

Halloween at the Institute
  • Will: *dressed in caramel colored clothes with a tag saying PB stuck to his shirt*
  • Charlotte: What are you dressed as, Will?
  • Will: Peanut Butter.
  • Jem: *not wearing any costumes*
  • Charlotte: And he is...
  • Will: Jem. Peanut Butter and Jem.
  • Jem: *sighs*

Charlotte Branwell in her 20’s:

*takes care of four teenagers, which include a terminally ill boy, a mysterious shape-shifter, a moody drama queen, and a devilishly handsome boy who is supposedly a lunatic*

*keeps an eye on her brilliant but eccentric husband who sometimes sets himself on fire without even noticing*

*takes two boys under her wing after they lost their deranged father*

*runs the London Institute despite everyone saying she shouldn’t and cannot do it, and does a fine ass job of it*

*fights demons and all that crazy shit*

*is TOTALLY BADASS*

Me in my 20’s: *panics at the thought of asking the waiter for a glass of water*

Christmas at the London Institute
  • Charlotte: What about we sing some Christmas carols?
  • Will: I think that's a great idea! *clears throat*
  • Will: DEMON POX, OH, DEMON POX
  • Tessa: That is not a Christmas carol, Will
  • Will: I think it just fits every occasion
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books i’ve read: The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare.

Pulvis et umbra sumus. It’s a line from Horace. ’We are dust and shadows’. Appropriate, don’t you think?“ Will said. "It’s not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.”

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seven friendships [2/7] jem carstairs & will herondale, the infernal devices

Jem’s eyes had widened, and then he’d laughed, a soft laugh. “Did you think I did not know you had a secret?” he’d said. “Did you think I walked into my friendship with you with my eyes shut? I did not know the nature of the burden you carried. But I knew there was a burden.” He’d stood up. “I knew you thought yourself poison to all those around you,” he’d added. “I knew you thought there to be some corruptive force about you that would break me. I meant to show you that I would not break, that love was not so fragile. Did I do that?”
Will had shrugged once, helplessly. He had almost wished Jem would be angry with him. It would have been easier. He’d never felt so small within himself as he did when he faced Jem’s expansive kindness. He thought of Milton’s Satan. Abashed the Devil stood, / And felt how awful goodness is. “You saved my life,” Will had said.