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season finale final shots

There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.

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The Magic Begins - Favorite Class

Potions

“There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few… who possess the predisposition… I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.”

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make me choose

∟ @lamentlima asked: Will herondale or Gabriel Lightwood

“I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.” Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?” “Mauve,” said Will.

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The Night Circus journal - The Illusionist & The Birds

The Illusionist is wearing a long ivory cloak over a midnight-black dress. She raises her arms, palms turned up to the canvas roof. Her cloak seems to shiver, then it fractures into a hundred scraps of white, birds leaping upwards as if startled by a farmer’s gun. They fly in formation around the tent, dipping and swirling and changing direction, until finally the Illusionist calls them with a gesture. They sink around her and she is cloaked once more. What just happened here? the tent is still filled with the whisper of their wings. The audience sits in silence for several seconds, uncertain of what they’ve seen. Then the applause crashes like a wave

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