#v. 1

[richiefuckingtozier]

“I’m eleven. I don’t have to worry about the fuckin’ future!”

[cassetic]

Sailor moon redraw | ft. Lorelai Rosales( My/ Froottroops' oc)

[tajinfruits]

Shirts are for losers.

[quitethelegend-blog]

ch. 1 || fear in a handful of dust

Between one moment and the next – between seeing Clary make her bargain with Raziel for his life and trying to consider what the implications of that were – Jace was awake.

In the little time he’d been given to brace himself, Jace had expected the process to be painless, but it wasn’t. All he could feel was his body stitching itself back together all at once, every wound he’d had before his death healing in a matter of seconds. It didn’t last long, the mind-numbing agony giving place to full awareness until he was finally able to open his eyes.

The Angel was gone. It was the first thing he noticed – the empty pentagram illuminated only by the moonlight and Clary in the middle of it, still on her knees with hands buried in the sand. She hadn’t turned to look at him yet and Jace was familiar enough with the process to know that she probably didn’t have the strength to. Creating a pentagram was exhausting even for Warlocks and, if it hadn’t been for her runes, it was likely that Clary wouldn’t even be conscious after the Angel’s departure.

The pentagram. Valentine had been the one to set it up, but if the master of the pentagram had changed, there would have been no reason for the Angel to spare his life. It wasn’t difficult to see what Clary had done, especially after Valentine had started the ritual. She had taken control over it at some point; while Jace didn’t remember it happening, the information was still there on the back of his mind as if he’d been watching from the sidelines all along and had stored it all in the back of his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more Jace realised that everything that had happened by Lake Lynn had the same edge to it. It was all a jumbled mess of not quite memories, hazy and slipping away even further every time he tried to reach them.

Clary had asked for his life; that much he was sure of. Putting the Mortal Instruments together gave that privilege to anyone who dared to summon Raziel and, after Valentine had died, it only made sense that Clary would make use of what he’d left behind. Led mostly by instinct, Jace reached up to the place where Valentine’s sword had pierced through his chest and was almost surprised to find it unmarred. He had known, in theory, that that would be the case – his body had felt brand new since the moment he’d woken up – but.

There was something missing.

Somewhere in the chaos of thoughts and sensations, there was an absence that Jace couldn’t quite understand; a gaping emptiness that felt too unnatural for him to ignore. Something had gone horribly wrong. There was no other explanation he could think of. Healing someone on the brink of death was one thing, but bringing them back was against any law that Shadowhunters stood for. It was unnatural and, even if it had been the work of an angel, a mortal had been the one to make the request. If only half of him had made it on the way back–

Alec.

Jace had been able to feel him through their bond up until his fight with Valentine. Everything coming through had had all the telltale signs of a battle – the frenetic change of emotions, the constant, almost overwhelming rush of energy that usually made it all the easier for them to be aware of each other during a fight.

There was no trace of any of it now. And even if the battle had ended – even if Valentine’s demonic army had died with him – there would still be something, no matter how insignificant, to let him know that his parabatai was there.

Willing himself to sit up, Jace moved his torn shirt out of the way, his fingers straying to their rune as he looked down.

“Clary.” His voice was nothing but a whisper, the sound of it so hoarse that he felt like hadn’t used it in forever – and he hadn’t, he reminded himself; if anything, he was using it for the very first time, but that wasn’t what the problem was; it wasn’t even a part of it. Jace cleared his throat, trying to ignore the sight of his parabatai rune, pale and barely recognisable. “Clary, we need to go.”

He was only vaguely aware of Clary’s surprise; of her embrace as she came closer. No, not quite an embrace, not after a minute or two – she was helping him stay on his feet, Jace realised, and he didn’t have the strength to pretend that he didn’t need it.

He had died, he reminded himself. It made sense that their bond would break. It was an unprecedented situation, after all, and once he got to talk to Alec, they would sort things out. They always had before, and now– before this, their bond had been stronger than ever. They had gone through so much and he couldn’t – he wouldn’t – lose Alec over this.

Without even thinking about it, Jace picked up his pace, doing his best to ignore the suffocating fear that threatened to rise up. The battle was over, and Alec was fine. He couldn’t afford to consider anything else.

[richiefuckingtozier]

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[the-quotenotebook-online]

I'm going to have a hairless cat named Murray, it's not going to be furry and that's for sure-y, and his tag is going to say 'ignorance is bliss'.

[the-quotenotebook-online]

I miss the old Brawny guy. The new one's too pretty-boy butch. The old one was so much more manly and woodsy. I think the new one might be gay. The old one might be gay, too, but maybe for Bigfoot. Maybe they're both gay...I could see that.

[the-quotenotebook-online]

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