Definition of Cursed

Well, I have brittle bones, it seems. I bite my tongue and torch my dreams. . Clarice 'Clary' Lance Vampire Librarian 168 years young

[aheartwhispers]

How silly I was in my happiness when I thought I could trust you always to love me!

Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles (via aheartwhispers)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You must be taught to love me. Human beings must be taught to love silence and darkness.

Louise Glück, from Lullaby (via labruscum)

[madisonhshapiro]

[itsthecomet]

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 she’s like a beautiful norse god come to life and she controls the cows

she’s actually Swedish artist and singer Jonna Jinton and she’s singing  Kulning, an ancient Swedish herding call

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I can’t believe after all this time, I still miss this lovely lady. 

Maybe I can make this into a dedication blog? Or is that too sad and pathetic? Probably. 

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bharper-clarke:

@claricelance

The turmoil had finally, after one and a half month, started to slow down, even if someone had yet to apologize for the straight out mess he had been put through due to false claims and accusations. Not only that, but Lulu’s unstable ways was still visible, if not a little more faded, in parts of his face and his kitchen was at this current time being repaired for the water damage done to his apartment. Since digging up parts of a floor along with the sink itself didn’t come free from his old nemesis dust, Harper had finally dragged himself away from his safe haven to spend the next few hours tucked into the back of the local library. He had dug out the first book that had crossed his ways, placed himself in one of the armchairs made for reading, only to end up staring blankly at the first page for a good ten minutes – finally giving up and putting the book down into his lap to scan the room for something more interesting to reach out for. God, he was simply too exhausted still, and he missed the easy days of taking on another shift at the hospital when he wished to reduce his thinking but his boss wasn’t keen on letting him back in just yet; even if that part was more due to his idea that Harper needed some extra days to recharge. Moving out of the armchair once more, his feet took him to the front desk instead as he did his best to blast a genuine and less tired-looking smile at the librarian working behind it. “Hey, do you have any card games or something you can do? Just something that isn’t reading. I’m sort of stuck here for a while and I can’t focus on books right now.”

After spending a lovely Christmas and her first Hanukkah with her family, Clary had hoped the good and calm ending of the year to carry over into the New Year. Yet before the main square could be cleaned by the mess left behind from the New Year Eve crowd when Councilwoman Rhiannon Lewis was reported missing. All Clary could think was how glad she was it hadn’t been Meyer. As selfish and cruel as that was, she thanked God with all her heart it had been anyone else than her Meyer till she felt sick with guilt. She had tried to keep on a brave face, made it easier to ignore how scared she was for Meyer and their little girl. Her sweet darling girl who deserved a life free from fear and harm. But with killers being their neighbors and monster lurking at every corner, how could they Since their wedding, Clary had been keeping herself and her mind busy with making their home homier, exhausting anyone who bothered to listen her chatter on how lovely her home was becoming. Luckily for everyone, there was a firm ‘no talking’ policy in the Ashbourne Library and for first time that week, Clary hadn’t said a single word on how sweet Chloe looked in her new dress her mum made for her. As she typed away on the library’s main computer, a soft smile on her lips, remembering Chloe’s new knock-knock joke she had told her this morning. At someone’s attempt to get her attention, she looked up at the patron, her soft smile still intact, but as she saw who it was, her lips turned down, recognizing his face from the one plastered all over the newspaper. “Card games, that we do not have.” She answered carefully, noticing the bruises on his face. “But I do have my daughter’s goldfish cards hidden in my drawer for when she visits me if you care for that.” 

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lydiabxtes:

“Oh, well I have a research paper due in English on a famous poet. I was originally set on doing Shakespeare but, then I found some other poems by T S Eliot in this anthology so now, well, here I am.” Lydia ended with her arms spread wide showing off the books surrounding her.

An amused smile spread across Clary’s face as she looked over the disarry of books on the table. “In quite a pickle then. Well, let see. It’s always better to write about something you love and not fall asleep to. Say if you need a break, which I think you do by how heavily I heard you sigh, I can make you a cup of tea or coffee.”

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[text] I'd be honored of course, but don't feel obliged to ask me or anything.

[text] You’re my family, Dakota Lowe. Don’t you dare say I don’t want you as my maid of honor, young lady. Can’t imagine our wedding without you there, dear.

[text] Besides, Chloe enjoys terrorizing Moira too much. Meyer and I need you to keep my darling girl out of mischief and she adores you.

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Clary had never seen Bryan talk so excitedly nor passionately about anything or anyone as he has over Sabine. With good reason too. In fact, Clary couldn’t wait to see Sabine and tell her in person what a lovely person she was. And while Clary hadn’t ever been eager to meet her beforehand, knowing she had kept one of her dearest friend safe was more than enough to dissipate any reluctance on her part to do so. “Hello? Ms. Deveraux?” She sang, the bell ringing announcing her as well. Peeking between the aisles in search for the woman. Her lips tightening into a firm line, becoming puzzled as to where Sabine was. “Oh! There you are!” She smiled brightly at her as she rounded the corner to see Sabine working away. Before Sabine had the chance to even greet Clary, she placed the basket, full of small gifts for Sabine, on the floor and threw arms around Sabine into a warm embrace. “You are the talk of the pack, you know. Well, it’s mostly Bryan doing the chattering, but how he sings your praises. And who could blame him!” She said with a beaming smile as she pulled away, cupping Sabine’s face lovingly as she gushed some more. Despite herself, Clary found herself so ecstatically happy to see Sabine and show her how grateful she was. Something pack might not do, but she more than willingly to do so. “There isn’t enough words to say I grateful I am- how grateful we are in keeping our Bryan safe. You’re an angel for helping him. And goodness, he could always use an angel in his corner. I tell him time and time again to not go into the woods by himself, but both Meyer and Bryan are both so stubborn.” She sighed, shaking her head in mock disbelief. 

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[text] I can't believe I'm only messaging you now, but congratulations on your engagement Clary! x

[text] Thank you so much, dear! I can’t believe it myself! And the next time I see you, I’ll be asking you to pinch me because this must be a lovely dream. 

[text] I know Meyer already asked you, but I wanted to ask you first! Would you be my maid of honor? Do say yes! 

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meyerlowell:

Meyer wasn’t one to really judge aesthetics on anything he didn’t make himself, at least not where jewelry or clothes were concerned, so he didn’t have much of an opinion on the jewelry that had been set out before them. It was easier to just smile at Clary’s burbling and let her handle things, and just play the part of the supportive fiance silently until she asked him a question directly. “Don’t think anybody that knows my mama could stand to upset her, but she ain’t much for outrageous rings neither. She just wants you to have one and she ain’t still got hers. Wouldn’t have wanted to give you that one anyway, considerin’ what her marriage was like. Said it was bad luck.” Meyer shrugged at that, even though he had to agree with his mother on that one. Nobody needed to be cursed with a marriage like his parents had had, least of all Clary. “Woman, you’ve seen my finances. Don’t go tellin’ me I ain’t allowed to spend money on someone who’s made me this damned happy.” He reached around her, craning his head over her shoulder while he lifted her hand to get a good look at the ring she was talking about, even though he hardly needed to given the circumstances. “Seems real pretty to me, but it could be uglier than sin and I’d buy it if you liked it enough. Matches your eyes and your hair real nice too, I’m thinkin’.” He might be feigning polite disinterest, but Meyer had planned this visit down to the last detail, which came next from a piece of paper he pulled out of his jacket pocket and sat it in a bare space between ring stands once he unfolded it. “Got real slow the other night at the bar, so I drew these up while I was sittin’ there. Charles here says they can make ‘em real easy, but you gotta pick out what kinda metal if you like ‘em.” Them came in the form of two ring designs, one smaller than the other, but both with wolves intertwined with Celtic swirls and knots with the same level of intricacy that he dedicated to his woodworking. “Thought they suited us real well, don’t you think?”

With a tender smile, Clary pressed a few kisses on his shoulder before smoothing the wrinkles from his shirt down. There wasn’t anything she could have replied with that she hasn’t said before. She knew they were going to be happy together and any bad luck would come from her part considering how incredibly blessed she was to have him despite being what she was. But no matter how much she insisted on that fact, Meyer was never inclined to agree with her. All she could do was love him, smooth his strained words and worry lines with kisses till she saw him smile. And before she could object on spending money on frivolous things, Clary found herself in Meyer’s arms and any argument she had against his own vanished into a ridiculous giggle. Who knew Clarice Lance had a laugh like that. One that would have been accompanied by rosey cheeks if her blood still pumped life through her. “Oh Meyer, you’d never! Would you really buy a hideous thing just to make me happy? Now that, my darling man, is exactly why I’ll be making sure you won’t spoil Chloe and me too much. If I left it to you, I’d be adorned with a golden crown on our wedding day. I am sure Naomi would agree with me on that.” Patting his hand, she took off the ring and offered it back to the clerk as she went back on browsing the ring stand, thinking on how her first wedding ring had meant so much to her and yet, thinking on it, had so little meaning attached to it from the man who gave it to her. And here was Meyer offering to buy her any ring her heart was set on just so he make her happy. There was no truer sign she had meant to find him now and she prayed they wouldn’t be punished for finally finding happiness with one another.  She had an inclination that soon he would coax her into a jewelry shop, but the paper of his sketchings for the ring he thought she would like confounded her, realizing there wasn’t end to his love for her. “Meyer,” She gasped softly, would have been rendered speechless if it hadn’t been for Meyer’s question. Clasping the drawing to her chest, she turned to face him, her shock visible in her expression.  “It more than suits us. It’s perfect. I don’t need to see any of the other rings, this is the one I want.” The corners of her elated smile drooped, her eyes shaded in sadness yet she wasn’t truly sad. Not really. “Thank you. I cannot tell you how thankful I am for having this moment with you. There isn’t anything you could say to help me understand why you love me and I don’t need to understand. Just to know you do is enough.”

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lydiabxtes:

“I am so sorry for the mess. I’ll put the books all back in order, I promise and you aren’t the librarian are you. Man, I’m sorry. I just assumed because I didn’t hear anyone else come in but, I guess, I must have been pretty engrossed in all this. I’ll stop rambling now. Sorry.” 

“Do not worry, love. I am just so glad someone is putting these old books to use. What are you reading about? I am the librarian and you will do no such thing. If you do, I’ll be out of a job and who will hire a librarian with no useful skills?” 

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“I think that ought to do it!” Clary sang cheerfully, grinning ear to ear as she stood back to examine their hard work. The table covered with a lace tablecloth while the pastries both Erika and Clary had baked the day before were beautifully arranged. Twinkling lights hang from the canopy of the stall, “It’s wonderful and I really couldn’t have done without you. With Moira so busy and not very handy at baking, I am thankful you were able to give me a hand.” She said to the young girl, warmly giving Erika a hug, gently squeezing her shoulders.

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quinnrandall:

Vampires, as a whole, weren’t Quinn’s favorite people. He’d heard more awful things about them than good, but he tended to chalk that up to all of the bullshit stories he’d ever heard about them as a child and he tried incredibly hard not to let those color the opinions of the other vampires he met on a semi-regular basis in Ashbourne. But he made a concerted effort not to be a particularly ridiculous around Clary for one, fear of any backlash from Meyer and two, because she’d never done anything malicious or even remotely unkind to him in the entirety of the time he’d known her. He tamped down the immediate nervousness in his belly and grinned happily at Clary, tilting the small wolf in his hand towards her to show it off. “It reminds me of me,” He joked, his grin shifting into something mischievous and crooked as he held the figure carefully. “In all actuality, it’s quite pretty and I’ve always liked them, wolves. Why d’you want the bear?” He quirked an eyebrow, head tilted to one side in obvious curiosity as he leaned in to inspect the little figurine a tad more closely. 

His hammering heart showed he still didn’t quite feel at ease around her. And who could blame him? Surely not Clary, she knew what her kind could do and have done. It isn’t a wonder why there was such animosity between their species, something she wished could change for the better. Without making any sudden moments, she tucked her hair behind her as she listened to his speak of the figurine. “Aye, I can see that. Though not as small and breakable, I hope.” She said with a grin, teasing him slightly. For all she knew of him, he surely acted like he was unbreakable and larger than life. “They’re my favorite animals, can’t help it. They’re fighters and fiercely protective of their young, but they never are in search for a fight. They just want to be and let be. I suppose you could say it reminds me of me. And I suppose by the way your uneasy heartbeat you must know what I am... But I shall be polite and introduce myself, I’m Clary Lance.” She introduced herself with a smile and her hand held out for him to shake.

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devilwithacherryontop:

“She does like to change it quite often doesn’t she? Fan of change, I suppose. That’s why I like her, she’s not so boring and she’s more than willing to try new things” Darius knew antagonizing this woman was not the best thing to do but he couldn’t help it. He loved it when they back. He had to agree with her on the Irish thing, it was one of the most fun places he’d been to. “Ireland has a special place in my heart, so many eager participants. I swear I nearly had every citizen in my bar there at some point” He chuckled, remembering some of the crazy times he’s had there. “The Irish really know how to party. I wonder, did you inherit that trait?” He was surprised at her outburst. Why would he hurt Moira when he’d hardly even had her? He’d barely gotten any use out of the girl thus far and he knew she’d be extremely helpful eventually. Young, naive, and extremely gullible, he supposed he knew she’d be easy to control. “I can assure you, I have no intentions of harming Moira. I happen to enjoy her company and don’t wish to be rid of it so soon. While at the club she’s under my protection and I swear no harm will come to her” Except maybe getting her turned into a vampire of course. He could live with having another vampire at his disposal, the ones he has are getting much too head strong. 

Confused as to why they were discussing Moira’s taste in hair color, Clary’s lips pursed in distaste as to the way he viewed her. As another thing for him to play with. With a roll of the eyes, she found herself incredibly annoyed by his superficial account of what an Irishman was. How deeply flawed his view of them was, much like most sassenach’s view. A bunch of idiots in her opinion. “Aye, you’re off your head if you think we’re nothing but drunks and party-goers. What I inherit is no concern of yours, Mr. Montgomery.” She added hotly, crossing her arms and double crossed that he would imply she had an interest of being part of his lost lot. As he tried to soothe her worried and rustled feathers, Clary saw through his words. That was exactly what she was worried about. Moira was naive to think Darius had her good intentions and Clary couldn’t blame her. She had been just as naive as Moira, they both had been naive to hope that the person they laid their trust in wouldn’t dare hurt them. And how easily it was to fall prey to a man’s promises. It was, after all, how she ended up being what she was. “Your promises are useless to me, Mr. Montgomery. I am not a wide-eyed lass who you can sway to trust you. In fact, your promises have only confirmed what I’ve been fearing.” One trait the demon had overlooked in his wassailing around her beloved home, their stubborn hatred for those who aim to harm their loved ones. Despite how fearful she was to even be talking to such a man, she had a duty to protect Moira. “Which really gives me little choice, does it? What do you want in return to keep your sleeven self away from my Moira?”

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quinnrandall:

Quinn’s eyes shifted slowly around the square as he slid seamlessly past the people crowding the craft fair; he breathed in deeply and a crooked smile settled on his lips as he ambled to one of the stalls selling little glass figurines that had caught his eye a good twenty minutes ago. His ever changing attention span had kept him away from them but he reached for one on impulse and balanced it in his hand carefully, momentarily stilled by something close to awe as he raised it to the light and smiled even more brightly. “God, it’s pretty, isn’t it?” He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, and yet continued to ramble, “Absolutely amazing, I think.” He blinked and held it towards the person hovering around the stall, “You weren’t looking to get this one, were you? I can find another.”

Before the square became crowded with every merry soul in Ashbourne, Clary itched to see what every stall had to offer. Leaving Moira in charged of her stall, overstocked with all sorts of warm baked goods, she drifted through the fair, pausing to admire all that each stall had to offer. A glass figurine of a bear catch her eye and she would have gotten a better look at it if hadn’t been for the figure blocking the way to it. Recognizing the mop of curls before he spoke, the memory of both Meyer and Bryan describing the young man as handful brought a smile to her face Not sure if she should say greet him, she stood back. After all, she never really knew where exactly she stood with most of the pack members. “It’s lovely. What made you pick that one?” She asked softly, smiling as Quinn offer to give up his treasure for her. Touched at such generosity, Clary would never dream of taking what was his away. “Please, do no such thing. It’s very beautiful and you saw it first, so naturally it’s meant for you. Besides, I had my eye on that bear right there.”