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@cassandrajean Comic of The Last King of Faerie prologue by @cassandraclare
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Cassie is planning on posting two panels every Tuesday until the end of September!
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Iâm seeing the eclipse right now but all I can think about are Kit and TyâŠ
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I was just thinking the same thing.
Iâm an introvert in every way until I like you then Iâm the biggest annoying yapper who sucks up all the air in the room and can talk for hours. unless Iâm scared you hate me in which case Iâll stumble through like 2 sentences and then go quiet and hope you donât get mad
(girl who's been thinking about The Character nonstop for two months voice) you'll never guess what this song reminds me of
Me with ty blackthorn
Me w Mark Blackthorn
I can also say that I am thoroughly obsessed with the dynamic Alastair and Thomas have. Never have I seen a man do an identity 180 so quickly because he's been given a bit of love and understanding from somebody outside of his family. They truly awe me.
Hi there! This is round twenty five of âwhich is the best ship out of all my favourite childhood and current ships?â!
Which is the best ship?
AmourShipping (Ash Ketchum x Serena from Pokémon)
Sizzy (Simon Lewis x Isabelle Lightwood from The Shadowhunter Chronicles)
âI donât want her to be in danger,â said Ty. âShe canât be in any kind of danger.â - Ty about Dru in QOAAD
That boy is going to go full on k!ller mode in order to save his little sister - especially since he wasnât able to save his twin sister from the fate of death
Iâm rereading TMI and Iâve made an interesting observation.
In City of Bones, Clary repeatedly compared the things around her to famous paintings or works of art. Moreover, she actively expressed her opinion about what she liked (for example, the Kali figurine in Lukeâs study)
But in City of Ashes, these comparisons practically disappeared. In this book, we get to know many new locations, and, given Claryâs rich knowledge of art, we hardly get any comparisons. Yes, there were detailed descriptions. But thatâs not the same thing!
Of course, given the chaos that was going on in Claryâs life at the time, she had no time for drawing, but itâs strange that she didnât compare the Summer Court, Seelie Queen (or anything else) to some painting or sculpture
As far as I remember, this trend continued to gain momentum, and such numerous comparisons practically disappeared later on. Itâs a real pity(
TWP ending probably:
Kit: Do you want us to be together?
Ty: Kit, we already slept together. Five times.
Kit: ... But do you?
This is going to be Kit in tlkof đđđđ
anyone who says emma and julian's relationship is unhealthy can fight me (àž'Ì-'Ì)àž
I started collecting Jemma moments/memories from the books last week to put in a post to prove that their relationship and situation they are in is tragic and not unhealthy, but Iâm putting them here because people who hate Jemma but ship all of Cassieâs other characters need a reality check:
âąTheir parents put them in the cribs together âąShe had climbed out and busted her lip open, and baby Julian screamed at the sight of her bleeding until the adults came. âąTheir first steps were together, holding each otherâs hands. âą They were runed together for the first time and started training together. âą Julian caught her when she fell out of a tree when they were 6. âą Emma remarks that lying directly on top of him was sort of weird and that, like Mark, he had a nice face. âą 12 year old Julian jealous of Emmaâs crush on Mark. âąWhen Sebastian attacked the institute, Julian reached for Emmaâs hand. âąJulian clutching Emma as they fell through the portal to Idris. âą Julian also knew she needed Cortana after finding out her parents were gone. âąJulian never stared at the scar she have herself from Cortana. âą âJulian understood her music. Even the music of revengeâ âą Willing to give up finding out what happened to her parents in case it jeopardized the chances of Helen coming back. âąThrowing herself at Julian when the entire family came back. Thinking of the parabatai ceremony and not just typical Shadowhunter memories, but memories of him giving her the blanket when she was cold in the car. âąSecret Language. âąThey often slept in each otherâs beds on bad nights for comfort. âą Paragraphs in Lady Midnight: âJulian. A presence in her life for as long as she could recall, splashing water at each other in the ocean, digging in the sand together, him putting his hand over hers and them marveling at the difference in the shape and length of their fingers. Julian singing, terribly and off-key, while he drove, his fingers in her hair carefully freeing a trapped leaf, his hands catching her in the training room when she fell, and fell, and fell. The first time after their parabatai ceremony when sheâd smashed her hand into a wall in rage at not being able to get a sword maneuver right, and heâd come up to her, taken her still-shaking body in his arms, and said, âEmma, Emma, donât hurt yourself. When you do, I feel it too"
âThe stele seemed to be moving of its own accord; she was blinded with memories, a kaleidoscope of them, all of Julian. Sun in her eyes and Julian asleep on the beach in an old T-shirt and her not wanting to wake him, but heâd woken anyway when the sun went down and looked for her, immediately, not smiling till his eyes found her and he knew she was there. Falling asleep talking and waking up with their hands interlocked; theyâd been children in the dark together once but now they were something else, something intimate and powerfulâ
âą Immediately after this, Emma started realizing her feelings for Julian. Ones she had learned to bottle up were suddenly overwhelming her and confusing her. âąExhibit A: âBoy, do you two not look alike,â she said in a way that made Emma bristle. Sheâd called Mark gorgeousâJulian was just as gorgeous, just in a quieter, less flashy way. He didnât have Markâs sharp cheekbones or faerie charm, but he had luminous eyes and a beautiful mouth thatââ âąExhibit B: âShe wanted to hug him suddenly or touch his shoulder, so badly that she forced her hands down and clasped them together. She looked down at her fingers; for some reason she had intertwined them, as if they made a cage that would hold her feelings in.â
âąEmma was shy about buying Julian cuff links, believing it was something a girlfriend should be doing. This lead to her feeling a stab of pain at the idea of Julian with a girlfriend. âą Julian seeing Emma in the white dress and wanting to capture the sight in a painting. âąJulian not wanting Mark naked in Emmaâs room. âą Perfect dancing partners. Cut to Julian opening up about how hard it is for the people there to have to keep secrets because nobody would understand. âą They both froze when the slow song came on but Julian decided to pull her in close. âąEmma had butterflies and wondered what it would taste like. âąNearly kissed with the intensity of the entire situation. âąHonestly just read that scene there is no putting it into words. âą Julian coughing up the water she breathed and believing that when she died, heâd follow right behind her. Being glad of the idea. âąRescuing her and going on that beautiful tirade of the them belonging to eachother. âąđđđđ The sex. âąBeing able to put past argument and whatnot to work together like they should. âąEmma feeling Julianâs pain when he was being whipped and taking his place. âąJulian having to be coaxed from her bedside to eat. âąJulian deciding he canât keep up the pretense of not loving her and showing her his paintings of her. âąThey both always take in the details of eachotherâs eyes. Julian counts the gold flecks in Emmaâs and Emma saw the small starbursts of colors inside his: pale gold and pale blue. âąEmma being very satisfied of being the only person Julianâs been with. âąThat hilarious scene of Julian rolling off of Emmaâs bed when Dru nearly walked in on the two of them. âą THEY RECORDED THEIR HEIGHTS ON THE DOORFRAME IN HER ROOM. âąEmma breaking Julianâs heart, and her own, to keep him and his family safe from the curse. Willing to keep her love and pain bottled up as long as it meant he would be safe. âąUsing his brother to make sure she was thorough despite having no feelings for him. âą Julian looking like heâs going to puke watching Emma and Mark together (I have never related more to this) âą While together hunting the demon on the ferris wheel, Emma OPENLY admires Julianâs beauty: âHis hair fell in loose, fine waves over his forehead. She knew the way the skin by the corners of his mouth was soft, and the way his shoulders felt under her hands, strong and hard and vibrant. His lashes were long and thick, so dark that they seemed to have been charcoaled; she half expected them to leave a dusting of black powder on the tops of his cheekbones when he blinked. He was beautiful. He had always been beautiful, but she had noticed it too late. And now she stood with her hands at her sides and her body aching because she couldnât touch him. She could never touch him again.â
âą âJust tell me that he makes you happy. That Mark makes you happy.â âąThat badass scene where she drops and he catches her and swings her forward to kill the demon like holy shit. They are on a whole other level with this parabatai shit. âąJulian pulling her up after and she fell on him. âą Julian unable to flirt with Hyacinth because heâd never desired anyone but Emma âąEmma crying after kissing Mark, especially after the mention of Julian. âąCLARY LOWKEY PICTURING EMMA AND JULIAN TOGETHER. âą Emma telling Christina about how her and Julian used to wait for the green flash âą Julian and Emma talking about Diego and âThere are other ways you could hurt him without touching himâ Not so subtly referring to Emma breaking his heart? âą She goes back to ask him about it and lo and behold: Shirtless Julian. She was extra aware of his chest and texture of his skin. âą Emma recognizing when Julianâs walls are up around the Centurions. âą Julian going to check on Arthur and Emma feeling compelled to follow. âą Julian wanting to know what he did to make Emma not want him anymore. âą Him telling Emma that heâs ruined. âą Kissing each other and fitting into the curves of the otherâs body. âąâEmmaâI need you, always, always think about you, I was wishing you were with me in that goddamned attic and then I turned around and you were there, like you heard me, like youâre always there when I need you ⊠.â âą Emma following Julian to Faerie despite the danger. âą Julian kept the sea-glass bracelet on beside his fatherâs watch. âą Julian helping Emma cross the path to faerie, knowing her fear of the ocean is whatâs causing her to start panicking. âąJulian giving up his fatherâs watch to meet the person who knew how to break the parabatai bond. âąEmma wondering what Julian did with the paintings of her, her heart cracking at the idea of him destroying them. âą Julian grabbing Emmaâs hand when the path began to break apart. âąWhen they fell, they fell together with his arms around her. âąEmma reassuring Julian that they are still Shadowhunters in Faerie, even if their blades and runes donât work. âą When they made camp to sleep, they laid down near eachother. âąJulian gave Emma his extra blanket when she shivered. âąPretended to close her eyes afterwards so she could watch him because she missed sleeping beside him. âąThey reached for eachother sometime through the night and held hands. âąJulian knew instantly that the leanansĂdhe wasnât Emma because her taste and scent was all wrong. âąProbably could have puked after with how disgusted he was with kissing the Faerie. âąEmma saw him kiss the faerie and crumpled to the ground in pain, trying not to be sick. âą Emmaâs turn to be jealous. âąJulian giving Emma a pep talk before her duel with the knight. âą Julian watching as Emma saw the face of her dead father, aching to go to her as his mind trailed to memories he had of her and her father when they were little. âąBeing put into the same room and Julian getting quite the boner as Emma showers and comes back in the dress slit up her leg. âą Opening up to eachother and having a heart to heart because Emma had been crying about her father. âą âMemories attacked his mind ruthlesslyâwhat it was like to slide his hands over her body, the way her teeth felt against his lower lip. The arch of her body fitting into the arch of his: a double crescent, an unraveled infinity sign. Heâd always thought desire was meant to be a pleasurable feeling. Heâd never thought it could cut like this, like razors under his skin. Heâd thought before that night on the beach with Emma that he wanted her more than anyone had ever wanted. Heâd thought the wanting might kill him. But now he knew imagination was a pale thing. That even when it bled from him in the form of paint on canvas, it couldnât capture the richness of her skin on his, the sweet-hot taste of her mouth. Wanting wouldnât kill him, he thought, but knowing what he was missing might.â
âąWould give up anything to be with her again, even if he would hate himself for it later. âąThe Queen manipulating Julian into doing her bidding to find the book since she knows about his feelings AND the curse.
THIS ISNT EVEN ALL OF THEM SO IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHERS YOU FOUND SWEET THEN FEEL FREE TO ADD THEM. Julian and Emma are fundamentally different from Cassieâs other ships in that they grew up together and the fact that Julian is her arguably first male character that is very morally grey, and when a morally grey character is placed with a character that is a beacon of goodness, itâs going to be different. Not everything is going to be sweet. Julian and Emma are going to fight sometimes, there is going to be angst. They are literally best friends forbidden to be in love because they will end up destroying their friends and family in time. And even when itâs filled with angst and sadness, they are still best friends and cared 100% about the other being happy even if it couldnât be with them.
If they werenât parabatai and were free to love, then I guarantee that most of you would ship it.
AMEN!!!!!
Perfect!
âHeâd shared beds with Emma a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. But it had mean nothing when they were children, and later, when they werenât, he had told himself it still meant nothing, even when he was waking up in the middle of the night to watch the way strands of her hair tickled her cheek while she slept. Even when she started to leave early in the morning to run on the beach, and heâd curl up in the warmth she left against the sheets and inhale the rose-water scent of her skin.â
âI donât know whatâs likely to happen,â she said. I know you have nothing to worry about. I wasnât in love with Mark. Iâll never be in love with anyone again who isnât you. âJust that there are things we can and canât control.â âEm,â he said. âThis is me weâre talking about.â [âŠ]âSo you admit youâre a control freak?â He smiled, the sweet smile that went straight to Emmaâs heart because it recalled for her the Julian of her childhood. It was like sun, warmth, the sea and the beach all rolled up in one punch to the heart. âI admit nothing.â
âYou could draw me,â said Emma. She flung herself down onto her seat, leaning her head on her hand. âDraw me like one of your French girls.â Julian grinned. âI hate that movie,â he said. âYou know I do.â Emma sat up indignantly. âThe first time we watched Titanic, you cried.â âI had seasonal allergies,â Jules said. Heâd started to draw again, but his smile still lingered.Â
âJulian was standing in front of a half-timbered house with a restaurant menu pasted up in the diamond-paned window. A group of girls passed by, in shorts and bikini tops, on their way to the sweetshop next door. They giggled and nudged each other when they saw Julian. Emma wondered what he looked like to them -handsome, with all that windblown brown hair and luminous eyeâ
Julian, grinning, trying to scare Emma talking about rats because she was afraid of rats when she was a child.
âItâs not a book,â Julian said in a slightly odd voice. âItâs a portfolio.â He retrieved it and carried it into the living room, Emma hurrying after him. Two steaming cups of tea stood on the kitchen island, and a fire was blazing away. Emma realized that the black stuff on Julianâs face was probably ash. She pictured him kneeling here, starting a fire for them, patient and thoughtful, and felt a wave of overwhelming tenderness for him.
ââAnnabel says,ââ she whispered. âHe fell in love with her so early.â Julian cleared his throat and stood up. âLooks like it,â he said.
I need to write this whole thing because itâs just⊠UUUUGGGHHH âWhen his eyes fluttered open, he could see the dark glow of the fire in the hearth, nearly burned down to embers. And he could feel Emma, beside him, her arm thrown across his chest. He froze. She must have moved in her sleep. She was curled against him. He could feel her eyelashes, her soft breath, against his skin. She murmured and turned her head against his neck. Before they climbed into bed, heâd been frightened that if he touched her, heâd feel again the same willpower-smashing desire heâd felt in the Seelie Court. What he felt now was both better and worse. It was an overpowering and terrible tenderness. Though when awake Emma had a presence that made her seem tall and even imposing, she was small curled against him, and delicate enough to make his heart turn over with thoughts of how to keep the world from breaking something so fragile. He wanted to hold her forever, to protect her and keep her close. He wanted to be able to write as freely about his feelings for her as Malcolm had written about his dawning love for Annabel. You took my life apart and put it back together. She sighed softly, settling into the mattress. He wanted to trace the outline of her mouth, to draw it âit was always different, its heart shape changing with her expressions, but this expression, between sleeping and waking, half-innocent and half-knowing, caught at his soul in a new way. Malcolmâs words echoed in his head. As if you have discovered a beach you have been visiting all your life is made not of sand but of diamonds, and they blind you with their beauty. Diamonds might be blinding in their beauty, but they were also the hardest and sharpest gems in the world. They could cut you or grind you down, smash and slice you apart. Malcolm, deranged with love, had not thought of that. But Julian could think of nothing else.â JUSTâŠ. UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH.
When Emma woke up after that and she found she and Julian tangled in each other and she falls from the bed and Julian goes âWhy are you on the floor?â and Emma âTraining for surprise attacksâ and Julian âWhat does shouting âholy crap!â do?â
When Julian stretches and Emma looks away and we read âThere was no reason to sail down Sexy Thoughts River to the Sea of Perversion when it wasnât going to go anywhere.â Chill down sis lmao
 When Emma says she wants a selfie with a piskie and Julian is all  âEmma, donâtâ because of the shit she says
When they are on the rooftop of the cottage waiting for the piskies to come and they are laughing and joking and chuckling about Shadowhuntersâ family mottos
Julian making toasts for himself and Emma and dreaming about having a house on the beach he himself designed in which he could live in with Emma like a married couple
When theyâre gonna burn down the church and Emma âinstinctivelyâ touches Julianâs chest đđđđđ
Emma noticing the freckles on the back of Julianâs neck âIâm gonna die because itâs all too much adorable
ok but âJulianâs heartbeat. The hundred thousand other times she had heard or felt it crashed into her like an express train. Six years old, she had fallen off a wall she was balanced on and Julian had caught her; they had fallen together, and she had heard his heartbeat. She remembered the pulse in his throat as he held the Mortal Sword in the Council Hall. Racing each other up the beach, putting her fingers to his wrist and counting the beats per minute of his heart afterward. The syncopated rhythm as their heartbeats matched during the parabatai ceremony. The sound of the roar of his blood when he carried her out of the ocean. The steady beat of his heart as sheâd laid her head on his chest that night.â
Julian wanting her to understand how he felt like when she âdumpedâ him because he thought she didnât love himÂ
Emma scared af when she thought the Rider was about to kill Julian
Emma confessing to Julian and âIt has always been youâ
i just need to say two words: âsexâ and âwallâ đđđ
cuddling after that and Julianâs hands in Emmaâs hair
Julian telling her that her name means UniverseÂ
Emma kissing him because of that
When they almost did it again on Emmaâs bed and their hands went everywhere
Emma saying she wanted him but they couldnât
Julian thinking about when he noticed he was in love with her
âHis Emma. His universe. His blade.â /wails/
âIt was a move she had practiced over and over with Julian in the training room, using a bar that they raised just a little bit every day. The blades whipped by beneath her feet, and in her mindâs eye she saw Julian, his arms raised to catch her. Julian.â
Emma wanting to kiss Julianâs face after they fight the Riders at the London institute to make sure he is ok and Julian squeezing her hands to make sure she is fine
âShe couldnât have done it in the infirmary, but it was just Magnus, and he already knew. She went up to Julian and put her arms around him. âBe careful,â she said. [âŠ] Magnus disappeared down the hallway, leaving them alone. For long moments, they held each other in silence, letting the anxiety of the day dissipate: their fear for each other in the battle, their fear for the children, their worry over what was going to happen in Alicante. Julian was warm and solid in her arms., his hand tracing a soothing line down her back. He smelled of cloves, as always, as well as antiseptic and bandages. She felt his chin nudge her hair as his fingers flew across the back of her shirt. D-O-N-T W-O-R-R-Y. âOf course Iâm worried,â said Emma. [âŠ]He kissed her forehead. His lips moved against her skin, his voice so low that no one who didnât know him as well as Emma did could have understood him at all. âI will do,â he said, âwhatever I need to do.â She knew he meant it. There was nothing more to say, she watched him go down the corridor toward the library with troubled eyes.â
when they brush hands before meeting with Robert Lightwood
Emma wanting to throw Manuel Villalobos out of the window because he basically says that Julian is a loser
they are perfect
#speakingmytruth ive never liked the idea of tessa only ever being with will and jem. the whole idea to me is so depressing and on top of that I dont think it makes much sense for her character, since we know she likes to explore different facets of life and that she knows how to take care of herself as an immortal surrounded by mortals (like when she made the decision to leave her children after will's death). i dont think it's romantic that once jem dies she will never fall in love again, never get married again, never have sex again, and likely never raise kids again, when these are clearly things she enjoys and i think eternally tying her to the two men she met when she was a teenager for the literal rest of eternity is a choice made with the reader in mind (who primarily knows/cares about the will/tessa/jem romance) rather than the character who should get to grow beyond that anywhere in the 130+ years she's been alive
Tales From The Shadowhunter Academy, Born to Endless Night.
Better in Black, City of Broken Hearts.
City of bones, The Mortal Cup.
This doesnât means anything in the grand scheme of things but itâs kind of a fun little thing. Part 2 of city of ashes is titled âThe gates of hellâ then the chapter right after is titled the âThe seelie courtâ, then we learn in COHF that there is a pathway to hell (Edom) in Faerie kksksskskks
The story of a shadowhunter boy. Part II
The story of a shadowhunter boy.
but what if they hugged?? What if they touched foreheads??? What if they cried together????? What if they laughed together???? What if they loved each other SO DAMN MUCH??????