I never thought my stalker abilities would be so useful! So, this person on Tumblr posted your drawing and credited you, then I send them a message telling that you don't like people reposting your stuff, and that they should find the original and reblog it. They said they couldn't find it no matter what. So I went all through your art tag and found it (it was the Angel!Phil Demon!Dan art). Have a good one! XD
Oh haha - thank you for going to so much trouble for me!!!! Have a good one too <3
At some point, she might seem to be too much, and you’re allowed to think that. But just like every winter night, when she’s gone, you’ll miss her warmth and light. And all you’ll have left is the cold darkness of her absence. (x)
“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk,” Jace said. “When I got back, I bumped into this sad
bastard mooning around the porch.” He pointed at Alec.
City of Glass:
ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always
yelling at the neighborhood kids to get of her lawn? Because I do,” Jace said.
City of Fallen Angels:
sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not
City of Heavenly Fire:
“It’s Magnus birthday,” Alec said, flipping the phone shut. “I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t—to think that I forgot.” “You’re pining,” said Jace. Alec shrugged. “Look who’s talking. ‘Oh, I love her. Oh, she’s my sister. Oh why, why, why—’ ”
“Are you still mad because I broke your phone?” Jace said. “Because you broke my wrist, so I’d say we’re even.” “It was sprained,” Alec said. “Not broken. Sprained.”
“Jace could get himself killed putting his pants on in the morning. Being his parabatai is a full-time job.”
“The first time you saw me,” Jace said, looking down at his hands, looped around his knees, “I bet you didn’t think, He’s going to get me killed.” “The first time I saw you, I wished you’d go back to Idris.” Jace looked over at Alec incredulously; Alec shrugged. “You know I don’t like change.” “I grew on you, though,” Jace stated confidently. “Eventually,” Alec agreed. “Like moss, or a skin disease.”
“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie.” He paused, clearly waiting. Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?” “Because I am not your bitch,” Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.
The angels wings they burn and glow. The death to be told, it makes me mourn. Yet through the past and past the present the angels live through the heavens.
The angels banned, banned to earth. For the sins I committed through love and birth. Though they walk the streets and dream of heaven. Their wings still burn, still burn with revenge.
The angel fell and fell too hard. Became a demon, a demon apart. His hands they burned with ash and coal. His dreams they turned to charcoal. His face became a grotesque way. All for what, you say? For loving a human girl and now this was his fate.