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  • Clary: Jace, do you love me?
  • Jace: Of course I do babe, we're dating.
  • Clary: Even more than Alec?
  • Jace: ...Know your lane, Fray.
  • Magnus: Alec, do you love me?
  • Alec: Of course I do babe, we're dating.
  • Magnus: Even more than Jace?
  • Alec: Who the fuck is Jace lmao.

“What you said before,” she asked. “That Jace Herondale loves Clarissa Fairchild more than anyone you’ve ever known except someone — you never finished the sentence. Who was it?”

“I was going to say you and me and Will,” he said. “But — that’s rather a strange thing to say, isn’t it?”

“Not strange at all. Exactly right. Ever and always, exactly right.”

  • Clary: i'm cold
  • Jace: here, have my jacket
  • Alec: hey, i'm cold too
  • Magnus: what? [taking off jacket] i told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen and now [piling scarves on Alec] now look, i've got to make sure you don't FREEZE to death and [taking somebody else's hat] how long have you been cold you should've said something sooner,
The Herondales vs. Poultry
  • Jem: Let's play a game!
  • Will: Yeah! I will comfort you when you lose
  • Jem: Oh really?
  • Will: Of course, in fact, name your game
  • Jem: Duck, duck, goose
  • Will: I'm leaving.
  • Alec: Sing us a song mom
  • Maryse: I'm busy
  • Jace: Oh, but pleeeeaase
  • Maryse: *exasperated sigh* okay
  • Maryse: Five little ducks went out one day
  • Jace: *gets up to leave*
  • Alec: Jace, where are you going
  • Jace: You heard the woman, she's busy
  • Ty: Let's go find some bees
  • Kit: Uh, okay
  • Ty: Thanks Watson
  • Kit: Sure thing, you're gonna need a Herondale to protect you from any enemies. I charge by the hour. Where are we going?
  • Ty: The park
  • Kit: Sure
  • Kit: *sees swan paddle boat* *screams*
  • Ty: *holds Kit's hand* Don't worry, you've got a Blackthorn looking out for you
  • Kit: *blushes* Uh thanks
  • Ty: No need to thank me, you can show your appreciation with a cheque, I charge by the hour.

So, a few words about my favorite fictional character. He’s tall, handsome, with dark hair and light eyes and a sarcasm level higher than mountain everest itself. Who am I talking about, huh? Is it Sirius Black? Or William Herondale? Maybe it’s Loki, maybe it’s Harry Potter. Could it be Alec Lightwood? Bucky Barnes is that you? Perhaps Julian Blackthorn? How about Killian Jones? Damon Salvatore? You never gonna find out biatch

So guys...

Today I went to Half Price Books and was looking for a copy of TFIOS (because, even though I’ve already read it, I somehow misplaced my original copy and needed another) when I heard someone in the next isle over mention S. J. Maas.

Now, in case you haven’t seen any of my previous posts, memes, or reblogs, I’m gonna let you know right now that S. J. is my actual savior. For real. The woman is a gift from God.

So anyhow, I decided that if the person in the isle next to me liked S. J, we could talk about her books or the crap ending to EoS or something.

As I rounded the corner, I saw that the people in the isle over were a grandmother and her grandson, and before her on the floor, the grandmother had placed down none other than the wonderful, breathtaking, awe-inspiring series of TMI.

Now, I’m not usually one to intrude, but I simply had to know what this woman wanted with a legendary series such as TMI. So, the first thing I ask her is: “Have you read this series before?” 

I didn’t really expect her to answer, or, for that matter, take interest in a relatively young, hopeless booknerd such as myself, but she turned right on around and replied, that, yes she had read the series before.

Turns out, this grandmother was collecting the new edition of the TMI series and had not only read TMI, but TDA and TID as well.

I mentioned to her how much I loved TID, and that I thought it was underrated and needed more recognition. The very first thing this lady says in reply is, “Will Herondale.”

Naturally, I was surprised, but after a swift recovery, I responded with: “GURL, don’t even get me started.”

So anyhow, that’s the story of how I fangirled about Will Herondale, Blackstairs, and The Mortal Instruments with somebody else’s grandmother at my local Half Price Books for the good part of an hour.