I posted 387 times in 2021
369 posts reblogged (95%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 20.5 posts.
#the shadowhunter chronicles - 6 posts
#james herondale - 5 posts
#cordelia carstairs - 5 posts
#the last hours - 5 posts
Longest Tag: 51 characters
#besides i'm 14 and it's not gonna end well no no no
Chain of Thorns snippet and Ty Blackthorn flower card sent by Cassie to her newsletter subscribers.
The word echoed in Cordelia’s ears. Though she had clambered blindly into a fiacre with Matthew, though they were rattling quickly through some part of Paris, she still felt as if she were standing in front of the cabaret, hearing the guard refuse her entrance. I know what I know. You cannot come inside.
Because you are corrupted within, said a small voice inside her. Because you belong to Lilith, Mother of Demons. Because of your own foolishness, you are cursed. No one should be around you.
“Daisy?” Matthew’s worried voice seemed to come from far away. “Daisy, please. Talk to me.”
70 notes • Posted 2021-05-21 16:15:00 GMT
the whispering room scene from james' pov ♥︎
James’ world closed down to just this: Cordelia was here, she was with him, and she looked frightened. He would do anything to stop that look on her face. He caught her in his arms, and the relief was incredible — he had not realized how much he wanted to be touching her until he was. Until he was holding her, and her strength and warmth and softness were all pressed against him, and her face was so beautiful it hurt, and her lips were parted in surprise and without another thought he kissed them.
He could feel her sharp intake of breath with his hands, clasped together at her lower back. She gasped, but did not draw back, or away — he thought he would have died if she had — she leaned into him, her full lips opening under his. She was kissing him back. He tasted honey, smelled jasmine and smoke. His hand slid up her warm cheek and into the soft fall of her hair.
83 notes • Posted 2021-03-25 15:47:00 GMT
a snippet ( + art ) from coi that cassie sent to her newsletter subscribers.
Someone was on top of him, holding him down. James thrashed and kicked, trying to shake them off. The claws of the dream were still in him: not a real memory, but a feeling, a feeling of hatred and darkness, a choking sense of horror—
The world spun around him. He was on his bed, tangled in a snarl of blankets. Most of his pillows were on the floor, and the window had been cracked open—the air in the room was cold. There were hands on his shoulders—Cordelia’s hands. She had clearly climbed on top of him in an effort to control his thrashing. Her chemise was slipping off her shoulder, her red hair undone, spilling down her back like a river of fire.
He had dreamed something, something awful, but it was fading, gone like morning mist. This was the real world. His icy bedroom, the air so cold his breath puffed out in white clouds. The empty tincture bottle on his nightstand, the bitter taste of its dregs still on his tongue. Cordelia above him, her dark eyes wide. She was shivering. "
134 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 10:14:07 GMT
lucie herondale is living THE dark academia life with her emo ghost boyfriend (bonus: secret relationship forbidden love)
258 notes • Posted 2021-05-29 21:21:46 GMT
cordelia carstairs to james at the herondale ball:
378 notes • Posted 2021-11-13 07:51:49 GMT
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