f a l l e n

Tripping out, spinning around I'm underground, I fell down Yeah, I fell down I'm freaking out, so where am I now? Upside down and I can't stop it now It can't stop me now, oh I, I'll get by I, I'll survive When the world's crashing down, when I fall and hit the ground I will turn myself around, don't you try to stop me I, I won't cry I found myself in Wonderland Get back on my feet again Is this real? Is this pretend? I'll take a stand until the end 𝔧𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯

[jackashland]

woefulwails:

   small, dainty shoulders rise momentarily, only for them to drop as soon as a second afterward. based on the expression donned upon delicate features, kali herself recognizes her life itself could pass as an amusement park’s rollercoaster – exhilarating, wild, potentially dangerous. gaze had been averted off to the side, brown intermixed with verdant observing a shadowhunter in the throes of pressure as they pushed themselves to their limit, training intensely. however, such a sight still was not considered as worthwhile as jack himself, irises returning to the man’s face whom she once regarded her lover. truthfully, an inkling of her yearned for that flame to be rekindled, to burn on continuously. “honestly? my life, in a nutshell, has been chaotic,” pearly whites display themselves for a brief interval before kali offered jack a meek smile. the following words hailed more so from the bottom of her heart, than anything else, however, “it’s really good to see you again – after everything.”

------ not aware that his gaze was now fixed upon the woman before him, sky blue orbs intently watching the slightest of changes in her expression as if she was the only INTERESTING thing in the room. and in all honesty, she was. at least to the shadowhunter who was now listening carefully, not surprised to hear those words but he genuinely wished she could catch a break - he didn’t like hearing that. with a small nod, the edge of his lips twitched into a slight smirk for a moment.  ❛  why am i not surprised to hear that?  ❜ he asked, letting himself be a bit playful. she used to be the person he felt at most ease around, so he thought he could allow himself that, even only a little. at her next words, however, he could swear that his heart skipped a beat, even though he tried his best not to get EXCITED he couldn’t help the smile spreading on his face.  ❛  you too.  ❜ he said simply, lowering his gaze to brace himself for the next words that’d leave his lips.  ❛  i missed you.  ❜

[jackashland]

woefulwails:

     a tremendous influx of turmoil and emotions bubble at the sight of chiseled features, a mere glimpse of recognition prompting a small smile to quirk among corners of cupid’s bow lips. “no, you’re fine,” the banshee insisted, surroundings blurred, whereas only he was in sharp focus, “really – i was rushing like a bat out of hell. i could have eased up some.” downward glance poses a dead giveaway of her mounting nervousness, only for her gaze to return to meet orbs she used to easily get lost in, and frankly, still can. “how have you been, jack?”

------ it wasn’t often that jack would be lost for words but right now there he was, eyes darting around as he didn’t know what to say. thankful to raziel, kali made it less awkward for the shadowhunter by keeping the conversation going, helping his features ease with a small smile upon his lips.  ❛  what’s the rush for?  ❜ he found himself asking, though immediate REGRET followed as he was quickly reminded by his mind that he wasn’t in a place to stick his nose into her life. not anymore. her question distracting him from his thoughts, he gazed into the brown orbs, a warm feeling spreading in his chest even though he tried to keep his expression fairly NEUTRAL.  ❛  busy. tired. but i’m managing.  ❜ he said, pausing for a moment before asking,  ❛  you?  ❜

[stefan4president]

[jackashland]

stefan4president:

MAKE ME CHOOSE           ↳ anonymous asked: Steroline or Stefonnie?

@woefulwails​

[jackashland]

woefulwails:

@jackashland

   as often as the banshee found herself within the otherworldly building, the institute never ceased to often feel foreign. train of thought absurdly in shambles and focus alongside precision skewed, kali was intent on returning to the comfortable setting of reality, especially once she proved to embarrass herself through the means of colliding head on into another presumed figure, apologies quick to come stuttering out subsequently. “oh – i’m so sorry.”

------ another day of dressing in all black, kicking some demon ass, putting an iratze on and sucking it up - now here jack was, back at the institute. gaze fixed on the phone in his hand, the shadowhunter was just about to finish texting his sister when he felt someone COLLIDE into his chest, making him take a step back.  ❛  watch where you ----  ❜  words cut off as soon as cerulean hues settled on the FAMILIAR woman, jackson lowered his eyes for a moment before finally meeting hers.  ❛  it’s fine - i wasn’t paying attention either.  ❜

[jackashland]

theorenbrooks:

        so he might be drunk. and he might have gone up to start singing even though it’s definitely not karaoke night. but considering the last thing he’d said to the bartender was ‘i need to do something before i start punching people’, maybe it was best to just let him carry on with his rendition of ‘what i got’ and hope he’d go home when he was done.

------ sipping on the scotch in his glass, the shadowhunter watched his parabatai’s not so impressive show on the stage, letting him do his thing for a while. of course jack knew something was OFF with theo’s behaviour, he knew him too well to not see it, that was exactly why he stood up to go get him down from the stage when he neared the end of his song, guiding him back to the bar stool they sat at. ❛  dude -- you’re completely WASTED. you gotta tell me what they gave you. must be some strong shit.   ❜

[jackashland]

fcrestking:

❛   I WAS MORE BEFORE.    ❜  a statement, nothing more, cold and bruised hands coming up to pull at the hoodie they we wearing.  ❛ before this, before —- y’know — dying.   I WAS MORE.  ❜  milo sighed, feeling empty, lonely, insufficient. 

------ cerulean hues settling on them, nephilim fiddled his fingers rather UNCOMFORTABLY, unsure of what could be said. ❛  i’m afraid i don’t know what to say,  ❜ he began, gaze narrowing in PITY.  ❛  but you can rant if you want to -- about the old days, whatever. i’m a good listener, if i do say so myself.  ❜

[jackashland]

---- hi everyone!! i’m nora and this is my messy son, jack. before i get to his intro, i just wanted to say i’m so glad to be here and i’d love to plot with all of you! so please like this or message me if you’d like to plot !! alright here we go;

➰ ( PAUL WESLEY, MALE, HE/HIM ) *✧.:°░｡ —- is that JACKSON ASHLAND ?! you know them, right? they are the 30 year old SHADOWHUNTER !! they’re known for being BRAVE & PROTECTIVE - but i'd be careful if i were you because they’re also STUBBORN & HOT-HEADED.

* jackson is a thirty years old shadowhunter, born as the first child of the ashland family. after him came his two younger siblings, one girl and one boy. ( this will be a wc!! )

* born and raised here, jack started his shadowhunter training at the age of six when he was first asked since his parents thought the earlier he started his studies it was better. and for 24 years he has never stopped training to be a better shadowhunter, to make his parents proud even though they’re not here anymore.

* when he was around 19/20, both his parents died during a mission, leaving jackson with his younger siblings alone. with some help of their relatives, jack raised them on his own, much like a father to them.

* speaking of his siblings, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them. he’d give his life for his siblings in a heartbeat and would end you if you ever hurt them in the slightest way.

* even though he can come off as a brooding or distant, once you get to know him he’s actually pretty friendly and carries such a hopeless romantic inside, but that’s a secret, no one has to know.

* rides a yamaha raider cruiser, which is everything to him, his closest friends think he’s in love with his motorcycle. want to have an ice-breaker chat with him? talk about motorcycles. it’ll take 0.001 seconds for him to like you.

* has a parabatai, theoren brooks, who he cares for just as much as his siblings. he sees him as his second brother, even, and would do pretty much anything for the man.

that’s all i have for him right now! please come to me if you’d like to plot <33

[angelliott]

[jackashland]

welseys:

Brother, husband, and friend, now at peace 

Stefan Salvatore (1846-2017)