i was tagged by: @kagejamas aa thank you so much (≧◡≦)
Name: Yana Nickname: oh god i’m tired of typing it sorry lmao Gender: female Star sign: cancer Birthday: june 28th Relationship status: single Pets: i have a dog :’’) Height: 164cm Favorite color: it’s a shade of blue but idk the name sorry Average hours of sleep: 6 Lucky number: 2; 7 Last thing I googled: the shadowhunters codex Numbers of blankets I sleep with: one Met a celebrity: nope
Favorite fictional character(s): the list is too long lmao Favorite book(s): all of the shadowhunters books (tid, tmi, tda and the others) Favorite band(s): twenty one pilots, all time low and others Song stuck in my mind right now: take cover by all time low Last movie I watched: i don’t remember Last TV show I watched: i don’t watch many tv shows Last song I listened to: twenty one pilots - truce
Dream trip: don’t know Dream job: something with music What am I wearing right now: jeans and sweater Time right now: 20:04
When did you create your blog: i think 2014 Current amount of followers: 525 What do you post about: well it’s my personal blog so whatever i want lmao Do you have any other blogs: no When did your blog reach it’s “peak” (when did you get more followers, have a popular post, etc..): i don’t think it happened Do you get asks on a daily basis: nope Why did you choose your url: bc i love kageyama and i thought that he would be that kind of person who would create an appreciation club about milk at school
Lemonade or iced tea: none Cats or dogs: both Coke or pepsi: pepsi Day or night: both Text or call: it depends Makeup or au naturel: it doesn’t matter Smile or eyes: eyes Light or dark hair: i don’t care Shorter or taller: maybe taller Intelligence or attraction: intelligence City or country: both
Jemma Blackstairs art by the wonderful CASSANDRA JEAN and for M & R
“It can’t last,” Emma said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”
He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way out of his ribcage. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”
LORD OF SHADOWS snippet: (illustrated by the wonderful CASSANDRA JEAN)
When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.
He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.
If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.
Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.
“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.
Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”
Art by Cassandra Jean! Church > Jace > Clary > Alec > Magnus > Jem > Tessa > Will > Emma > Jules > Ty all helping celebrate me hitting 800,000 followers on Twitter. Arbitrary number but I’m always up for a celebration. I’ll be posting some art and snippets in the next few days for fun. We’ll start with CJ’s banner and:
A snippet from Lord of Shadows:
There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”
“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.
“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”
He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.
“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.