tda edits

Wanna know how to smooth your body edits? Here’s the proper version. DO NOT USE THE SUBDIVIDE. That increases the vertices, you don’t want that.

The keybinds I used;

SPACE - Opens the menu (Make sure your mouse is hovering over the window that your part is in.)

B - Box Select

Shift + Right Click - Pan the Camera.

Right Click - Turn the Camera.

-Howl

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books meme: [2/9] nine otps

ty blackthorn and kit herondale (the dark artifices)

“Just words I like,” he said. “If I say them to myself, it makes my mind—quieter. Does it bother you?”

“No!” Kit said quickly. “I was just curious what words you liked.”

Ty bit his lip. For a moment, Kit thought he wasn’t going to say anything at all. “It’s not the meaning, just the sound,” he said. “Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt.” He glanced away from Kit, a shivering figure in his too-large hoodie, his black hair absorbing moonlight, giving none of it back.

“Whisper would be one of mine, too,” said Kit. He took a step toward Ty, touched his shoulder gently. “Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.”

“Blackthorns,” said Ty, with a dazzling smile, and Kit knew, in that instant, that whatever he’d been telling himself about running away for the past few days had been a lie. He wasn’t leaving the Shadowhunters. He wasn’t going anywhere. Because where the Blackthorns were, was his home now.

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Christopher Herondale x Tiberius Blackthorn

  • partners in crime
  • sherlock + watson
  • heronthorn
  • ‘how beautiful’
  • kit thinks when ty smiles he’s extraordinary
  • livvy ships kit and ty
  • livvy defends ty from kit also
  • kit feels something strange when he’s with ty
  • ty doesn’t listen to music when kit speaks
  • ‘put your arms around me’
  • when ty smiles, kit wants to smile too
  • ‘very good, watson’
  • kit has only two runes both marked by ty
  • OTP AF GUYS
  • kitty forever btw

I would love a lot if Kit and Ty become a relationship.

@cassandraclare

Emma and Julian: The Cottage Scene 

“Julian,” he said. “I want you to call me Julian. Only ever that.”

Julian,” she said.

The world was gone: there was only Julian; the heat of his skin, the need to be closer to him, to fit herself against him. Every movement of his body against hers sent lightning through her nerves.

“Emma. God, Emma” He buried his face against her, kissing her cheek, her throat, as he slid his thumbs under the waistband of her jeans and pushed down. She kicked the wet heap of denim away. “I love you so much.”

He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his bare chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way through his sternum. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.

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‘Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harpstring of gold, a bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold?’ What kind of Herondale will you be? William or Tobias? Stephen or Jace? Beautiful, bitter, or both?

tiberius blackthorn

“Shh.” Emma put her finger to her lips and indicated Ty, staring intently at the computer’s blue screen. It lit up his delicate features. She loved the moments when Ty was playing detective; he so clearly fell into the part, into the dream of being Sherlock Holmes, who always had all the answers.―Lady Midnight

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Jules,” Emma said. “Say something, please —”
His hands tightened convulsively on her shoulders. She gasped as his body collided with hers, walking her backward until her shoulders hit the wall. She gazed up at him with obvious astonishment; he could see his face reflected in her dark irises. He barely recognized himself, and his voice sounded strange when he spoke, even to his own ears: Julian,” he said. “I want you to call me Julian. Only ever that.”
Her eyes seemed to spark. Her lips moved slowly — her soft, delicious lips, her mouth that he had stared at for what felt like a million years of silent, hopeless wanting.

“Julian,” she said, exhaling his name on a breath.

The sound of her voice shaping his full name — not the name she’d called him when they were children — sent something hot and dark through his veins. His hands tightened on her shoulders and he took her mouth with a hard, violent desperation that could hardly be called a kiss. Every muscle in his body seemed to contract at once: the kiss filled all his senses, softness, sweetness, the scent of her hair and skin, the sight of her closed eyes, the flutter of her lashes. Emma. His Emma. (x)