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@jaessiopeia
Whatâs the name of the Italian Shadowhunter weâll see in CoI? Where does she come from? I loved CoGâ€ïž
Sheâs from Rome, and I canât tell you her name, but it should be a funny surprise for those of you who read a lot of books.Â
Trial by Mortal Sword: an ancient Nephilim artifact used to compel Shadowhunters to tell the truth when questioned
Will Herondale: Is Gideon aware that he still owes me twenty pounds?
âChain of Ironâ aka âSee What Happens When Magnus, Tessa, Will, and Jem Arenât Around for More Than Half the Bookâ
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âWell, itâs a bit ironic, isnât it?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âAll that effort to convince you I wasnât in love with you, and here I am, dying in your arms.â
!!!! Chain of Iron SPOILER ALERT
to anyone who's read choi... this screams anna lightwood to me.
im having a crush so bad im probably whipped already how the hell do i stop thinking about someone ugh
someone pls teach me how to read boy's actions bcs ive never met someone this confusing
update: we're a thing now thank fuck
update: we broke up :(
im having a crush so bad im probably whipped already how the hell do i stop thinking about someone ugh
someone pls teach me how to read boy's actions bcs ive never met someone this confusing
update: we're a thing now thank fuck
im having a crush so bad im probably whipped already how the hell do i stop thinking about someone ugh
someone pls teach me how to read boy's actions bcs ive never met someone this confusing
New Charlie Bowater art! Alastair Carstairs, reading a newspaper. Itâs actually a weird habit of his to read mundane newspapers, for reasons you will find out about in Chain of Gold.(Charlie is so talented! Alastair has dyed his hair, and I love how she got it half growing out, still dark at the roots.)
okay but??? icb i would betray will like this but he definitely looks so hot wtfff i dont even like alastair
Welcome to AustraliaâŠ
Where an already endangered species is on the brink of functional extinctionâŠ
Oh, and 500 million animals unique to this country have already lost their lives, upon homes that have been destoryed and lives lost of people as wellâŠ
I mean⊠weâre only living in a literal infernoâŠ
415 fires. Fuck are we dyingâŠ
Oh yeah and people are just fleeing to the damn ocean, you know?
Do you want to know what Hell on Earth looks like..?
Because there it is in all itâs unfiltered, firey rageâŠ
There it is⊠my home from spaceâŠ
This is only the beginning. Our country has not only entered a new decade, it seems a new dawning era as well, because this flaming apocalypse doesnât show any sign of stopping any time soon.
And you know what saddens me? Iâve never seen Australian tragedies trending here on this website. I mean itâs been going on for months and only now does it seem to really be getting recognized, even if it is only at #9.
And Iâm going to be honest with you here - the internet, and media in general is so American centric, this website being no exception. Youâd think that an entire continent being on fire for several months with devastating consequences would have more recognition, but no, it really doesnât. The most notes Iâve ever seen on a post about the Australian fires is at least a few thousand, and thatâs about it.
So just⊠please. If you can, with this post or any other post in regards to the fires going on down here, reblog. Because the only thing that should be spreading like wildfire, is a post about a burning countryâŠ
This is NSW right now - https://www.rfs.nsw.gov.au/fire-information/fires-near-me
With thousands fleeing the south coast before Sat when conditions are expected to worsen. Our fire fighters are exhausted, some dying, over 4 million hectares destroyed - want to know just how much that is - https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/datablog/ng-interactive/2019/dec/07/how-big-are-the-fires-burning-on-the-east-coast-of-australia-interactive-map
1200 homes so far and still rising. Many places have run out of water due to the drought, resources are stretched thin.
And yet no-one seems to know outside of this country, except probably New Zealanders as theyâre covered in our smoke too and those friends who know because we told them.
So yeah, itâs about time the world learned about the apocalypse thatâs happening down under.
I canât stress enough how awful this situation is in Australia. Itâs not just bad on the East coast where Jules and I live either, the South and West Coast is now in catastrophic fire danger too and have horrible fires.
I cried this morning when I woke up and heard there had been more deaths. Itâs unbelievable how bad things are here đ„
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[hong kong] extra - ig outtakes from heyn, xu_hao, kwonhoshi and leewoozi accounts
OK BUT THE FIRST PIC IS LITERALLY THE RESTAURANT WHERE I WORK PART TIME AND IM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF
[hong kong] extra - ig outtakes from heyn, xu_hao, kwonhoshi and leewoozi accounts
I'm probably not alone on this but I imagine (Y/N) as someone completely different from me. When I'm reading I don't even think at my own name
lowkey felt that
yooo i literally do this all the time. the only thing that i keep the same is the fact that y/n is still black but other than that it literally is not me đ
Will, sharing his theory about demon pox:
September flash fiction: James and Matthewâs parabatai ceremony
THE CITY OF BONES, 1900
On the morning of his parabatai ceremony, Matthew Fairchild walked through Highgate Cemetery, past the tall stone tombs and long grass wet with dew, until he reached the entrance leading down into the Silent City. He tried not to be nervous.
âI was exceedingly apprehensive on the day of my wedding ceremony,â Henry had told him at breakfast. âYou know how poorly I thought of myself when I was youngâI believed your mother couldnât possibly love me as I loved her. And you know how absentminded I can be. I repeated the words over and over, and I was so sure I would get them wrong that when the time came I just blurted them all out at once. All went swimmingly in the end, save for the small matter of the scorched flowers. But thatâs another tale.â
âThank you for the advice, Papa,â Matthew said, leaning affectionately against his fatherâs Bath chair. âBut I must point out that Iâm not marrying James. Though I would be a vision in bridal lace.â
Henry grinned up at him. âWhy would you be wearing the dress?â
âYou canât think I would permit James to do it,â said Matthew. âHe has no sense of style.â
To his surprise, the ceremony was packed densely with guests. Family and friends would be expected, but Matthew understood that most of the people were here for the spectacle, or for political advantage. The Consulâs son, and the son of the head of the Institute, whose mother was a warlock.
The crowd was so thick, Matthew could barely see the skulls set in the walls. Brother Zachariah was waiting in the center of the chamber where the ceremony would be performed, a figure of profound stillness in his parchment-colored hood and cloak.
James called Brother Zachariah âUncle Jemâ and adored him. Today eldritch fire for the ceremony woke strange shadows on his face, and Matthew was a little afraid. The whole London Enclave was assembled here to see the ceremony performed. Matthew had absolute faith in James, but if something went wrong, the Council might never let them try again. Jamesâs parentage had so far had no effect on his ability to receive Marks or otherwise be an active Shadowhunter, but the parabatai ceremony was a stranger, more transcendent bit of magic, and nobody knew for sure that it would turn out as expected.
Several members of the Enclave had taken Matthew aside and warned him in an avuncular fashion not to make any rash decisions, so Matthew had pleaded with his mother to set a date for their parabatai ceremony as soon as possible.
Matthew gave a particularly dark look to Mr. Bridgestock, recently made Inquisitor. Awful Bridgestock, whose first name was Maurice and it served him right, had said Matthew was a very promising young warrior, and that he shouldnât blight his bright future. Matthew told him he knew what he was doing, that his family was supportive, and he assumed the Clave would stand behind the ceremony as well.
âI have nothing but respect for your family,â Bridgestock had said, âbut they oftenâŠignore the opinions of others. Sometimes to their detriment.â
Matthew would have liked to give Bridgestock a piece of his mind, but of course he could not. Instead he smiled, and told Bridgestock that he appreciated the advice but that he was firm in his decision.
He tried to push his way through the crowd and find James. Instead his ear was caught by the whisper of his own name.
âI simply canât believe Fairchild is being such a fool,â a boy called Albert Breakspear said to his companion, Bertram Pounceby. âI saw that fellow turn into a shadow at the Academy, you know. Horribly ghastly thing to witness.â
Pounceby sniggered. âI canât believe the Clave gave their approval. The parabatai ceremony is meant to be an honor, for the best among us. Not for ruffians who got expelled from school.â
âItâs all politics,â scoffed Breakspear. âSon of the head of the London Institute, son of the Consulâit doesnât matter how much of an embarrassment they are, strings will be pulled and theyâll get what they want.â
âI bet it wonât even work,â said Pounceby. âThere is no way the Angel will accept them as parabatai. Can you imagine if Herondale turns into a shadow when Fairchild tries to put the parabatai rune on him?â
âDonât be so sure youâre on the side of the Angel,â Matthew said mildly. âI know what you lot got up to in school.â
Both boys spun around. Matthew gave them his most charming smile.
âDidnât realize I was standing behind you?â he asked. âWhat an awkward situation for you.â
âRather,â James agreed, in his quiet voice, and Matthew startled. He hadnât realized James was even nearby, but there he was: hair a wreck, book tucked under his arm, face slightly paler than usual. He must have heard everything.
Matthew seized James by the elbow and dragged him around a corner so they could be alone among the skulls. He felt the tension running along Jamesâs body. When he released James, he saw the tightness around his mouth, and feared he was very upset.
âWe can call the ceremony off,â James said.
âI donât want to call the ceremony off!â Matthew said. âDo youâdo you want to call the ceremony off?â
James blinked his golden eyes like an owl. âOf course not. But if I do turn into a shadow⊠I know how it would reflect on you.â
âI shouldnât care if you did, but I see no reason why you should become a shadow,â Matthew said firmly. âYou never have when other Marks were put on you. I shall not be threatening you in any way. Unless you do change your mind, of course, in which case I shall chase after you, belaboring you with my fists.â
James grinned, his face brightening, and Matthew beamed back at him.
âIf youâre going to belabor me with your fists, I donât know if I want you going where I goest.â
âToo bad,â Matthew said. âWhither thou goest, I shall go. Just try and stop me.â
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They stood in two separate rings of fire, ready to be joined. Brother Zachariah conducted the ceremony before the eyes of the Enclave and everyone James and Matthew loved.
âEntreat me not to leave thee, or return from following after thee. For whither thou goest,â Matthew promised, âI will go.â
Their voices mingled like the colors of the dancing flames, and Matthew remembered trying so hard to befriend James at the Academy. Heâd begged Jamesâs father to take him to London, saying he and James were going to be parabatai, the greatest and most audacious lie Matthew had ever told. Now his lie had become truth.
âAnd where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.â
James and Matthew had both chosen their fathers as witnesses, and Will stepped forward first. He looked at his son, and Matthew too, sweeping them up in a fierce and tender gaze. Henry wheeled himself to join them, red hair and silver chair catching the light. He smiled up at Matthew and James with an absolute approval that Matthew was very grateful to have.
âWhere thou diest, I will die, and there will I be buried. The Angel do so to me, and more also,â James said, calling on Raziel in his clearest voice, âIf aught but death part thee and me.â
Matthew thought of the Angel. He had always been mostly dismissive of the honor-death-and-glory bits of being of a Shadowhunter. He supposed he believed in Raziel, but he never gave the fellow much thought. He believed there was more to life than blood and fire. There was beauty, there was art, there was color. Perhaps Raziel knew his heart wasnât in the fighting. Perhaps Raziel didnât approve.
They stepped through the flames.
Did those flames burn higher than they had at other ceremonies? For just a moment, did the hearts of the fire burn black instead of blue? It was his imagination, Matthew decided. They were through, after all, and Jamesâs hand stayed flesh in Matthewâs own, stayed steady as he drew the parabatai rune on the inside of Matthewâs left wrist.
James wanted his Mark on his shoulder, because, he had said, he knew Matthew would always be at his back in battle. Matthew had rolled his eyes, but felt a surge of affection; Jamesâs sincerity was one of his best features, even if it did get him into trouble. When Matthew finished inscribing the rune on Jamesâs shoulder blade, when it was complete, he gave a great sigh of relief. He felt the assembled audience sigh too. It was done, and it had been fine.
The flames shot to the ceiling and the dark hollow eyes of skulls watched them in the place of their ancestors, and they were sure of each other forever. When souls were knit, nobody could tear them apart.
The Breakspears and Pouncebys didnât matter at all. Only James and Matthewâs families, their friends. When they stepped out of the fiery circles, Will was there to catch them both in an embrace. Lucie came forward to congratulate them, her ringlets rebelliously escaping from her ribbons and her blue eyes wide. Matthew had to glance away from how pretty she looked; it was almost too much for him. Now Tessa was hugging James, and Matthewâs mother was reaching down to touch his fatherâs hand where it rested on the arm of his chair.
Thy people will be my people, Matthew thought, and promised himself to love the Herondales as his own. Beneath the hood, he glimpsed a slight smile on Brother Zachariahâs rune-sealed mouth, and Matthew smiled back at him. Matthew was suddenly certain he would love Jem too, that he would love everything James loved. Other people might go through the world uncertain and alone, but not Matthew: now wherever he wandered, whenever he called out, there would be an answer. He would never walk anywhere alone.
some people havenât seen na jaeminâs arms yet and it shows because they arenât on the floor crying.
አpink desserts ; twice's sana.
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