simon with his mother in law

A Long Conversation - The Dark Artifices

This is the (super super adorable) extra short story that’s included in the hardback/paperback first editions of Lady Midnight!  In case you got LM on ebook or audiobook and are missing out, here it is! (it catches up with the rest of the TMI characters up to the point where they arrive at the LA Institute.)

Clary looked around the Institute’s music room with a tired but gratified smile.  It was a hot New York summer night, the windows were flung open, and Magnus had magicked up icicles that sparkled down from the ceiling and cooled the space.  The room was filled with people Clary loved and cared about, and in her personal opinion it looked pretty good, considering she’d had to race to find somewhere in the Institute they could hold a party on about twenty-four hours’ notice.

There was really no reason not to smile.

Two days previously, Simon had showed up at the Institute, breathless and wild-eyed.  Jace and Clary had been in the training room, checking in on the new Institute tutor, Beatriz Mendoza, and some of the Conclave students.

“Simon!” Clay had exclaimed.  “I didn’t know you were in town.”

Simon was a graduate of Shadowhunter Academy, Clary’s parabatai, and a Recruiter, a job created by the Consul to help replenish the diminished ranks of Shadowhunters.  When likely candidates for Ascension were found, Simon would talk to them about what it meant to become a Shadowhunter after a mundane life.  It was a job that often took him away from New York, which was its downside; in the plus column, Simon seemed to truly enjoy helping scared mundanes with the Sight feel like they weren’t truly alone.

Not that Simon looked like a dependable voice of reassurance at the moment.  He looked like a tornado had hit him.

“I just proposed to Isabelle,” he announced.

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Sizzy and Rosa/ Raphael and Mrs. Lewis. Me????

Okay I am seeing a lot of posts that Simon and Izzy are vile, horrible, evil people for their actions in “you are not your own”. How could they threaten Raphael?! much less use Raphael’s last remaining family member?1 Burn them both and send them to hell! Well I am a little confused. Here is why: in 2a Raphael went and met Simon’s mom, lied to her that he was Simon’s band manager. Then made sure Simon saw them, and told him “ Now you can focus on finding Camille.” This was presented as a threat. Hear where the most popular/common posts: 

  • “Raphael was never going to hurt Mrs. Lewis” 
  • “ Raphael was kind to Mrs. Lewis, he is not the type of man to hurt someone in cold blood” 
  • “ Read the books to find out just how important Raphael’s own mother was to him! You are stupid if you think he would ever hurt a mother!”
  • “That is so sweet! Raphael wanted to get to know his future mother-in-law. And Mrs. Lewis totally thinks they are dating, and ships them!”

the last one is debatable (nothing against shapael or its shippers), but the others are 100% true about the coffee house scene with Mrs. Lewis, and about Raphael’s character. But here is the thing. From my perspective all these things are true about the park scene with Rosa and about Simon and Izzy’s characters

  • They are kind to Rosa: they give her flowers, make polite small talk, and ask her for a photo.
  • They were NEVER going to hurt her
  • Neither Simon or Izzy are violent people, and they would NEVER even dream of targeting an innocent, defenseless, old lady, mundane 
  • Simon has a sister that he loves, and Izzy lives and breathes for her brothers

If you are one of the dozens of fans who seems to see difference, please let me know how. explain it to me in comments. Why was Raphael doing what he did wonderful and Romantic? Why are Simon and Izzy Vile, dangerous, minions For talking to Rosa in the park? 

Friendship Day

Carry On Valentine’s Day Celebration

Word count: 1978

Baz’s POV


It was on Friendship Day that everything changed. Simon did this whole thing - he made me a card (full of hearts and lovey-dovey things written on it – he made it so incredibly difficult for me not to cross over the “just friends” barrier) and got balloons and everything. It was ridiculous, but he clearly put a lot of thought and effort into it.

He told me we’re going to have dinner together and that the whole night was a surprise. He promised I’d have a blast, and I didn’t doubt him - I never did - but I still argued. We always argue. We argue and we laugh and we argue and we laugh and somehow, we’ve been side-by-side since we were 5 years old, since he threw a toy at me in the orphanage.

I remember being quite outraged the day we met. My mother always made me go play with the kids at the orphanage (she and my father owned it – the Grimm-Pitch Orphanage (frightening name for an orphanage, I know), but my aunt Fiona took over when she passed).

There was a new kid there that day, the same age as me, and I later found out that he’d been living in orphanages since birth, and had just been moved to this one (his third one) because kids were picking on him too much. Unaware of that fact, I went for my usual sarcastic approach (which my mom was very much unaware of, thank god), but he reacted differently than most kids. I must’ve said something of the sort: “Did mummy say bye before she left you?” I was such a bully and I hate myself for it. (Being upset that your daily chore is to play with other kids is the most absurd thing, I now realize.)

I didn’t expect to go home with a bruise on the side of my face that day because Simon decided to throw a Barbie doll at me. But then again, I didn’t expect a lot of things when it came to Simon, including the whole “Friendship Day” celebration.

I was convinced he made up the whole ordeal (who knew people are petty enough to make a day called “Friendship Day”), but I played along. I put on my nicest tight-fitted jeans and dark gray button-up (I even wore the fancy watch my dad gave me for my last birthday, my 18th), and I went to Simon’s apartment at 7:00 PM. He got the apartment as soon as he saved up enough money to move out.

He had wanted to move out almost right after he got adopted. I mean, he was ecstatic at first. He was 11 years old and lucky to finally be adopted, and though I was sad (way too sad) to have lost a friend I could play with every day, I was also happy for him. That is, until I found out what his adoptive father, David, was like.

I could only really see Simon at school once he got adopted (I was only 11 years old and incapable of navigating the world on my own), until one day he came to me, crying, in the middle of the night. He knocked on my window, and he was shivering so bad (he was only in a T-shirt and he had frozen tears covering his face), and when I let him in he couldn’t even explain what happened. He had a large purple bruise on the side of his face and even more swollen bruises underneath his clothing, I would later find out. It took him weeks to find the words and mumble to me, “He beat me up. My dad. He beat me up.”

“Was that the only time?” I had asked him, and he shook his head. “How many times?” I then asked, and he lifted two fingers sadly.

That pretty much marked the start of 5 years of pain for Simon and me. All I could do was be by his side at school and hug him whenever he looked lost, and let him in my room at night when he came, with tears and bruises and sometimes blood. It came to the point where he would sleep in my bed multiple times every week, and I’d wrap my arms around him tightly, wanting to protect him so badly. He’d shake and shiver, and he’d wince if I pressed the wrong spot while I ran my hands up and down his back soothingly.

My mother grew suspicious after Simon forgot to sneak back home before sunrise a few times (he was sleeping too peacefully in my arms for either of us to care). We should have told her about Simon’s adopted father. She could have helped, or at least she could have tried. She knew a lot more about the paperwork and the law and how much power we had to get Simon back, but we were silly kids.

She questioned me after finding Simon in my bed when she came to wake me up for school, and after a few times, I was so close to spilling it all, but it was too late. Everything shattered.

Or, more accurately, everything went up in flames. The Orphanage burned down, with her in it. She had stayed late that night, having to fill out paperwork for the triplets that had just been dropped off, and she had fallen asleep on her desk. Her office was in the basement, and the fire started upstairs where the stove was left on underneath the wooden cabinets.

All the other workers escaped with the kids, apparently having forgotten that their boss was still downstairs. My mother rarely stayed late, but still, if they had been more attentive, then they could’ve gotten to her before the ceiling collapsed and completely blocked her in. She’d been trapped, completely trapped.

I was twelve and I was devastated. My father continued to focus on work instead of me and I felt so alone. Except, I had Simon. He was always there for me.

I remember being so unresponsive to all his efforts to help me through my grieving. I turned cold and emotionless, and even though I didn’t physically push him away, I did push him away emotionally.

One year later, his adoptive mom died in a car crash and Simon was left alone with his adoptive father. One thing after another, things were collapsing. We’re lucky our friendship remained in tact.

We got through our high school years together, and when we turned 18, things started to get better. He was old enough to escape his adoptive dad and I was starting University, which distracted me enough from negative thoughts and emotions. Simon isn’t going to University yet. He needs to work full-time to afford the apartment and food and everything he needs to live. And there’s no way he can afford school fees.

I practically live at his apartment now. It’s much closer to my University than my house is, so I stay there during the week and go home on weekends.

He is my best friend, my only friend, and I think it’s our friendship that has kept us both alive this long.

Maybe that’s why I’m so nervous for tonight. Maybe that’s why my thoughts have been spiraling all over the place as I got ready and as I drove to pick him up and now, as I lift my hand to knock on his door.

But when he opens the door and I see his smile and his sparkling blue eyes and his messy curs and the way he dressed up just for me, I know it’s more than that. I know it’s because of my damn heart beating like crazy whenever we’re in the same room. I know it’s because I’m so damn in love with him.  

I’m a mess because this whole thing seems way too much like a date, and I can’t handle it.

“Hey,” Simon says. So simple.

“Oh – uh – hi,” I respond.

“Come in,” he says, waving me towards him.

“Aren’t we going somewhere?” I ask.

“No, we’re gonna stay here.”

“Why did I have to dress up then?” He asked me to dress up special in the card he gave me this morning when he rang my doorbell at early-o-clock with balloons and a huge smile.

“Uh,” he blushes, “well, we’re dressing up for each other, not for others, you know?”

“Um… yeah, I guess.”

He grabs my arm and pulls me inside, shutting the door behind me.

“I made dinner,” he says.

“You made dinner?” I’m quite shocked. Simon rarely cooks for himself, he lives off of cheap pre-made meals and food that I make him (it’s a bit sad).

He nods. “I guess I wanted to show you, um… how much you mean to me, you know?”

I nod, robotically, taking off my jacket and putting it on the coat rack. When I’m done, he grabs my hand and pulls me to the dinner table, which has lit candles in the center. My heart stars beating way too fast.

He squeezes my hand before letting go and sitting in one of the two chairs, and I feel quite wobbly. We’re always very touchy, but tonight it feels like it has some sort of special meaning behind it.

I take a seat across from him and look down at the plate in front of me, which has a sandwich on it. He made sandwiches.

That’s so adorable. I can’t help it, I burst out laughing.

He pouts at me. “I tried very hard,” he says.

“I know,” I reply. “They look delicious.”

We eat mostly in silence, but it’s comfortable. We spend lot of time in silence, and it’s the most relieving thing ever. Talking gets exhausting after awhile.

We clean the dishes together, and then we sit on his couch together and play board games. We’re both sitting cross-legged, each at one end of the couch.

I always beat him at chess, but he always beats me at snakes and ladders, and it’s no different tonight. It feels nice and normal, until Simon pushes the games aside around midnight and looks me directly in the eye, intensely.

He scooches closer to me and grabs my hand, then starts drawing shapes on my wrist. My stomach twists and pulls and tightens.

“Baz,” he says.

I copy him. I grab his other hand and I start tracing his fingers. “Simon,” I say, and I feel broken all over again. It’s so, so bad, how he breaks me, again and again. He makes me forget how to breathe, he makes me forget how to move my fingers and how to say the alphabet backwards and how to be a sane human being.

He grabs both of my hands, tightly. And then he pulls. He pulls me towards him, and I’m falling.

I’m falling but I’m holding his hands, which makes everything okay.

He pulls until I’m in his lap and his lips are on mine.

He kisses me and he kisses me and he does it so passionately. He does it like he’s been thinking about it for awhile, like he’s wanted it for awhile.

I push him down so he’s lying on his back and I kiss him just as passionately. I kiss him until I can’t breathe anymore. And then I kiss everywhere on his face and his neck. I rub my lips against his skin and I even nibble some places. He wraps himself around me and we both look at each other like all the problems in the world have been solved.

“You’re more than just a friend,” Simon says to me, and I respond with my lips.

lmao anyway… here’s where larries are.

i mean, if you say Briana isn’t the mother, which almost all prominent larries insist upon because they need to shore up against any possibility of doubt, then Freddie effectively doesn’t exist and serious birth certificate fraud exists whether you think a fraudulent document was filed, or whether various county records offices in California were paid off to distribute false documents to the media as well as the public.

and for fucking what.

but it’s ok, they think this fraudulent document will just stay on record and everyone will just agree to ignore it so it’ll “disappear”. which is also what they think will happen to a human child, who will be 4 or 5 years old by their new “contract ending” deadline.

but sure, keep asking me questions about a stuffed bear that was once photographed with a tube of toothpaste, that definitely clears all this up. oh, Louis followed a couple twitter accounts that you know are Larries? he complimented Harry in Dunkirk? Oh well then, suddenly it’s so easy to believe that Louis’s family was forced to include a fake grandchild in Jay’s obituary or that Louis’s little sisters were contractually required to spend the first christmas after losing their mother with a woman both they and their brother hated.

and then there’s their attempts to explain why this would be happening - Louis is being punished! He threatens Simon! It’s to raise his profile! It’s to hurt his profile! It’s to help Harry’s career! It’s part of a record label war! It’s Simon’s internalized homophobia! they say these lead to Louis being forced to pretend he’s the father of the surrogate-born child of the stepdad of a random girl someone found and then force him to break laws to cover it up, and then they expect antis to get pressed when Harry wears a blue shirt??

I’ll keep answering questions, I’ll keep explaining why Louis saying “when we’re home” to refer to the entire band being in London doesn’t make Larry real, or why there’s nothing weird about Louis not talking about his ex in interviews, or why “pr clauses” don’t work the way larries say. I know people sometimes just want explanations. But guys. Louis and Briana are Freddie’s parents.

Angels Twice Descending Snippet

Any snippets from Angels Twice Descending hidden in your sleeves? — mariajensen 

hi cassie! Totally obsessed with your books! Can’t wait for more! Especially for the potential queer characters! Counting the days for Angels Twice Descending. Any chance for teasers like you had for Born to Endless Night? — fanboywatchtower

There are definitely quite  a few GLBT* characters coming up in future books! I hope you’ll like them. And now for a snippet from Angels Twice Descending!


Simon stood on the sidewalk, staring up at his mother’s brownstone, his stomach churning. Traveling by way of Portal always made him feel a bit like puking up his lower intestine, but this time, he didn’t think he could blame the inter-dimensional magic. Not entirely, at least.

“You sure this is a good idea?” he said. “It’s late.”

“It’s eleven pm, Simon,” Clary said. “You know she’s still awake. And even if she’s not, you know—”

“I know.” His mother would want to see him. So would his sister who, according to Clary, was home for the weekend because someone, presumably a well-meaning, red-headed someone with his sister’s cell number, had told her Simon was stopping in for a visit.

He sagged against Clary for a moment and, small as she was, she bore his weight. “I don’t know how to do it,” he said. “I don’t know how to say goodbye to them.”

Simon’s mother thought he was away at military school. He’d felt guilty lying to her, but he’d known there wasn’t any other choice; he knew, all too well, what happened when he risked telling his mother too much truth. But this, this was something else: He was forbidden by Shadowhunter Law to tell her about his Ascension, about his new life. The Law also forbade him from contacting her after he became a Shadowhunter, and though there was nothing saying he couldn’t be here in Brooklyn to say goodbye to her forever, the Law forbade him from explaining why.

Sed Lex, dura Lex.

The Law is hard, but it is the Law.

Lex sucks, Simon thought.

“You want me to go in with you?” Clary asked.

He did, more than anything—but something told him this was one of those things he needed to do on his own …

Just precious little things about Shadowhunters Ep. 7 “Major Arcana”

  • One minute of Magnus just being full of sass, eye-rolling and that little chuckle
  • Simon wanting to be fifty shades of amazing
  • Isabelle’s dad looking genuinely sad and confused about her different clothes
  • Clary and Jace, the superpower burglar couple
  • Alec being all cute/annoyed/confused when talking to Izzy about Magnus and the cocktails
  • Clace banter
  • Clary’s go-to plan B being slapping Jace, telling him he is a cheating son of a bitch and basically making a huge scene at the police station
  • Simon researching vampire symptoms with classic Dracula and making a pro/con list in broad daylight on two napkins
  • “Just stay off the internet, you’ll be fine”
  • Simon’s mom and sister coming in to talk to him about drug problems and his mother drifting off into the experiments she did at law school
  • Izzy getting Alec ready to be a flirt
  • THAT WHOLE SCENE WITH THE GUARD and the smiling and knocking over water and just being precious Alec
  • Clary and Jace using night vision mainly to stare at each other
  • “What’s the unlock rune again?” - “Open Sesame”
  • Poor Simon trying to call Clary and not reaching her and then starting to cry :’(
  • Izzy always getting the hint
  • That snarly, furious look on Clary’s face when she realised she really did stab a shapeshifter
  • and

  • wow
  • I just got so distracted by the kiss there at the end

oh hey guys so i was doing a bit of research

i have a new theory about simon and the undead prophet

what if we’ve been looking at this the wrong way?

we’re assuming simon represents judas. it was an easy answer to come to, what if it was a decoy?

lets talk about saint peter

“The New Testament indicates that Peter was the son of John (or Jonah or Jona) and was from the village of Bethsaida in the province of Galilee or Gaulanitis.”

“Peter was one of twelve apostles chosen by Jesus from his first disciples.”

“According to the gospels, Peter confessed Jesus as the Messiah, was part of Jesus’ inner circle, thrice denied Jesus, and preached on the day of Pentecost.”

“Peter’s original name was "Shimon” or “Simeon” (“Simon” in modern English).“

"The Synoptic Gospels all recount how Peter’s mother-in-law was healed by Jesus at their home in Capernaum which, coupled with 1 Cor. 9:5, clearly depict Peter as a married man” (referring to simon and amy being ‘engaged’?)

“At the beginning of the Last Supper, Jesus washed his disciples’ feet. Peter initially refused to let Jesus wash his feet, but when Jesus responded: "If I wash thee not, thou hast no part with me”, Peter replied: “Lord, not my feet only, but also my hands and my head”.“ (kieren taking off simon’s cover up?)

"In a dialogue between Jesus and his disciples (Matthew 16:13-19), Jesus asks, "Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” The disciples give various answers. When he asks, “Who do you say that I am?” Simon Peter answers, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”

“In a reminiscent scene in John’s epilogue, Peter affirms three times that he loves Jesus.

we’ve all been assuming simon represents judas, but there are many things that could suggest he represents peter. although there are a lot of gaps (such as the thrice denial, although that may become clearer) it is plausible.

now, onto the undead prophet.

lets go back to “The New Testament indicates that Peter was the son of John

the undead prophet refers to simon in episode 2x05 as “my son”. (as seen from the promo)

who in the show is called john?

john weston, one of the doctors who invented neurotriptyline.

emmett j scanlan said that he thinks simon met the undead prophet while in the treatment centre, and that’s where he learned from him and became a disciple.

people were already thinking one of the doctors could be the undead prophet.

it makes sense, right?