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So I’ve seen people talking about this scene. Some argue she’s checking to see if the light will burn but come on, why she caressing the sheets like that if that’s the case? Makes no sense.

The argument that this is where Bea would sleep is a lot more plausible. Especially since this scene comes shortly after Ava asked Bea to run away with her. That’s all the convincing I need.

Now, I’ve also seen people suggest that maybe they’ve continued to share a room here since they got used to it in Switzerland. Some people have pointed out that there are a couple times, like when Vincent is in the room, where Bea just marches in no hesitation. 

But I think this right here is stronger evidence

I’ve seen poeple talking about how Ava barely looks surprised to see Bea standing there.

When I first saw this, I assumed Ava was storming out, as in out of the room. But she’s actually storming into the bedroom. Where Bea just came from.

It’s implied there’s an exterior door in the bedroom as well but like, either Bea was already in there, or she just straight up walked into the bedroom. No knock. No hello. Just directly into the room where they sleep.

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Fontainebleau State Park, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich

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Very sketchy Jordelia :] I posted some process for this on my kofi. 

Might continue this another time and clean it up but im tired so :/ 

Etsy | Patreon | redbubble

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by stefano.pezzetta

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the new jimin pics are giving me major tgm vibes !!!

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

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hello!! I hope you're doing good,, i know this is kinda random but i wanted to share this with you,,

a few months ago, (around march i think..) i found your story boseong breakfast!! It was a really hard time in my life and it gave me the comfort i needed,,

i really loved the cottage simple life vibe i got from reading it, so i made a painting for it!! This is what i pictured the setting of the story was 😭

That's all! Thank you take care always xx

hi oh my goodness ! i'm in tears right now, this is so special and meaningful to me. thank you so so much! you're so talented, this painting is beAUtiful (and is currently my desktop image now omg i'm obsessed)

the details are so perfect and it's so crazily close to how i envisioned it when writing too !!

i'm so sorry to hear that you'd been having a tough time back then. i really am so honoured that boseong breakfast could give you comfort, and i really do hope that you're back on the upward spiral and feeling good these days <3

thank you again ! i cannot thank you enough for making this and sharing it with me !

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is this a crush? is this a squish? is this gender envy? is this aesthetic attraction? is this romantic attraction? is this sexual attraction? what the heck is this? i guess we’ll never know

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Mark, Kieran, and Cristina (Line art practice 2)

I love this trio! I really hope there’s more coming for their connection:)

(EDIT: this is a re-upload, I had initially had this pic with cristina’s name spelled ‘christina’ oops:P)

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THE WAY I SCREAMED THROUGHOUT ALL OF THIS

Julian to Helen and Aline

Dear Helen and Aline,

So Emma and I took the train from Paddington Station pretty early in the morning (I suppose we could have gone to the Institute and seen if they’d let us use their Portal, but it seemed like trouble and besides, it’s not our first train trip in England.)

We got off the train at Exeter, a sprawling town with a big Gothic cathedral. Tessa was waiting to pick us up in a racing-green Mini Cooper with Mina strapped into a kid’s seat in the back, wearing goggles. She reminded me of Tavvy when he was littler. Emma got in the back and played peek-a-boo with Mina, and I chatted with Tessa while we rolled through gorgeous green countryside. I hate it when people say “It looked like it does in the movies,” but it kind of did. I kept wanting to get out and paint the scenery.

We drove through a big gate, and then up a long road lined with oak and poplar trees. I thought we were in a national park of some kind — there were trails, and lots of greenery and flowers. Tessa told me the purple ones were bluebells (you’d think they’d be blue), and the yellow ones were celandine. We passed a big glass house and then we came out in front of what I swear I thought was a castle.

I think I knew Cirenworth was fancy, but I don’t think I realized how fancy. It’s this huge pile of gold-colored stone with little turrets, and windows full of leaded glass. There’s a big circular driveway in front, and we parked there in front of steps that looked like they could be outside a museum. Jem and Kit were waiting for us at the top and Mina started squealing with delight the moment she saw them. It was pretty cute.

We got a tour of the house — it turns out they only use about half of it, and the other half is closed off because it’s too much to take care of. I asked if they’d had to renovate the place and Jem said no, it had never fallen into disrepair like Blackthorn Hall. Tessa said she’d had to redecorate because it had been pretty dark “and a little moldy” when they moved in, but she said she’d redecorated before — apparently she fixed up the whole Institute a long time ago. I asked her about renovations, but she pointed out that back when she’d done the Institute, indoor plumbing had been a new thing.

Kit said they had put the internet into Cirenworth (do you “put the internet into” things? Emma says you “wire things for the internet.” I think neither is probably right) for him, because he uses it for school. I think he’s happy here. He pointed out things in all the different rooms that he liked — and there were a lot of different rooms. A big library with gold rugs, a games room with a pool table (only they call it something else), an inground swimming-pool, a bunch of offices, a music-room, a sewing-room, I mean, they probably have a room just for licking stamps and putting them on envelopes.

I realized this was the most I’d really seen of Kit since he left to go live with Tessa and Jem. I fell back to talk to him while Tessa was showing Emma the portrait gallery of Carstairs Past. He’s so much taller, almost my height now, and his voice sounds deeper. And I realized he looks older just like Ty looks older; I’d been almost thinking of him as the same age he was when I first saw him. But no, he’s growing up. Is grown up, maybe. Almost.

He said he wanted to show me something in the garden, so I followed him out through a French door. It was an overgrown spot — there were strawberry bushes, though no strawberries (not the season) and there was a cracked sundial in the middle. Kit said, without looking at me, that if it made me uncomfortable to be around him, or I didn’t want to see him, he could claim he had a headache and go to bed.

I was thrown. I asked him why I’d mind if he was there. He kicked some dirt around with his boots, and finally said, “Because — because of him.”

I didn’t say anything at first. I was a little frightened to. Kit had seemed fine inside, laughing and joking around and picking up Mina so she could climb on his shoulders. Now he reminded me more of the way he’d been when we first met him, or even the way Mark was when he came back from the Wild Hunt . . . Fragile.

“You mean Ty?” I said.

He nodded stiffly. “You’re his brother,” he said. “I mean, I talk to Dru, and she’s his sister, but — you were always more than just his older brother. You were like his father. I know you raised him. I guess I just meant that if you were on his side — I wouldn’t blame you.”

I said, “Ty has never indicated to me there’s a side to be on.”

Kit looked up. “He — hasn’t?”

“I know you two don’t talk,” I said. “I don’t know why. Ty’s never told me why. But he’s never blamed you, or said it was because of anything you’d done. People fight,” I added. “It happens. I wish you were friends again, because when you were, it was pretty special.” Ty was so happy. But I didn’t say that. “But either way, regardless of anything happening with you and Ty, we all went through so much together. You’ll always be one of us. Family.”

He said in a hoarse voice, “That means a lot.”

We all went and had dinner after that, and a lot of stuff got talked about — including that Tessa’s son James Herondale once had a gun that worked on demons, which Kit was pretty excited about — but this letter is getting pretty long, and I mostly wanted to tell you about Kit. I guess I didn’t realize how unhappy he was about the situation with Ty. I wonder if our whole hands-off attitude is working? I mean, I know it’s their business, but what if Ty is unhappy too? Is there something we should be doing?

—Jules

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Everything about that message. Yes just yes

Hi Teddy 🥺 I’m here to give my two cents, firstly I wanna say you were the first bts related blog that I followed here after a few months of me becoming an ARMY and coming back to tumblr, like no joking the very first, that was right when you posted the character profiles for TGM so this fic and you as well as the community you created here in your blog is quite especial to me for that reason, and because you are a wonderful person and writer is that I tell you as many have said before that YOUR MENTAL HEALTH IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING AND WILL ALWAYS BE, honey don’t EVER feel pressured to update more TGM chapters if you are not feeling it or if it’s taking a toll on your mental health, no fic is more important than your well being, we care about you and if you decide to completely stop this fic right now we will understand and if you decide to continue it we will be here even if it’s tomorrow or in two years, but YOU and your happiness will always be more important, you already gave us so many chapters, like you said TGM is a monster fic, and it’s still here we can always reread it even if is not finished because it doesn’t need to be finished to be an amazing piece of writing that you can enjoy, now if you decide to continue it at some point completely and absolutely smutless you bet that I will be gobbling that shit up like a man starved anyways because I may have come here for the smut but I kid you not I stayed for the characters, the plot and more importantly the FEELINGS that your portrayed in it, you really turned a fanfic about a porn reality show into a wholesome fanfic about 8 people falling in love (and platonic love ofc) with each other and learning how to deal with everything that comes with that, like a found family kind of thing if you ask me, at least for me the smut part of the fic stopped being the most important part of it a long long time ago, so whatever you decide to do with TGM just rest assured that we as readers will support you, after all this is your blog, your wonderful stories (that you give us completely free, so no one should be demanding anything) and your safe space, we just want you to be happy and healthy, with all of that said I love you, we’ll support any decision you make regarding TGM, put yourself first always and I hope you are having a wonderful day/night 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

i really appreciate you sending in this message xxx i am so in awe and so grateful that people have really felt a connection with the tgm story xxx thank you for the support

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Emma To Bruce

Hey Bruce. Kind of a bizarre night. Sorry if I seem a little shaken up.

So we found—or I guess Ty’s Sensor found—this dagger in the weapons cache at Southwark Cathedral. Which is pretty random since we were just in the area because of the Shadow Market. (I guess whoever put the dagger there was probably also in the area for the Shadow Market, come to think of it.)

I write to you tonight by witchlight, sitting in the hallway outside our bedroom. Which is very creepy in itself, because basically everywhere in this house is creepy except our bedroom, at this point. (Well, some of it is not creepy because it looks like a construction site, but whatever.) I couldn’t sleep at all, and I didn’t want to keep Julian awake.

First the good news: Ty was awake, and we weren’t even home (to be fair, it takes a solid hour to go between Chiswick and Southwark) before he had texted Julian a translation of the text on the dagger. Turns out it’s Farsi. Julian read it out loud:

I wanted so much to have a gleaming dagger, that each of my ribs became a dagger.

He grinned at me. “Hot,” he said. “Reminds me of you.”

“You mean, when I was exclusively driven by thoughts of revenge?” I said.

He looked hurt. “No,” he said. “You just like a good dagger.”

“Not sure I would turn all my ribs into daggers, though,” I said. “Ribs seem important to keep inside your body.”

“One rib?” suggested Julian.

Well, maybe one rib.

We didn’t get home until after midnight, but there was no way we were going to bed without showing the dagger to the ghost. We didn’t even have to discuss it, we just immediately went to the dining room.

We’ve been wrestling with how to address our ghost. He’s often quite moody so it’s hard to know what name he prefers. Julian’s been going with “Spirit,” like Ebenezer Scrooge. You know, “Spirit, show me no more!”

Anyway, Julian said something like, “Spirit, we wish your attention. We have something to show you.” The candles all flared up in response, which was a neat trick, though it did not make things less creepy.

We put the dagger on the table and asked the ghost if it was the owner of the dagger, or at least recognized it. Which was a long shot, given that it responded so negatively to the flask. But it seemed like the place to start.

Suddenly the wind picked up and all the candle flames went sideways. Which was a surprise, because this is one of the few rooms in the house with intact windows, and it wasn’t windy outside. And the wind didn’t just gust, it continued, getting louder and softer, higher and lower in pitch. Julian and I just looked at each other. We had no idea what was happening.

After maybe a minute, the wind began to break into little bursts, and then —

Hang on, just had to take a moment. I shivered again, remembering it.

Then a voice spoke through the wind.

It was faint, and at a whisper, and it barely sounded like a human voice at all. But the wind spoke. The ghost spoke.

And it said:

“NOT”

“MINE

“YOURS”

We almost bolted. If Julian hadn’t been there I definitely would have bolted. And I think he would have, if I hadn’t been there. It wasn’t even the words. It was that there were words at all. The ghost was getting stronger.

I mean, remember, it just started with random poltergeist stuff, knocking things over, and then it could write in the dust. And now it could speak. Why was it getting stronger? Was our presence doing it? Was it the repairs, somehow? Did the dagger make it stronger?

And how strong would it get?

Julian got his voice back first. “Mine?” he said. “You’re saying the dagger is mine?”

And then—by the Angel, Bruce, the hair on my arms is sticking up just to write this—the wind spoke again, and it said, “CARSTAIRS.”

I couldn’t speak. Julian said, “Emma? The dagger is hers?”

The wind shifted direction. All the candle flames tilted the other way.

It spoke again.

“TAKE”

“HOME”

“CARSTAIRS”

“Home?” I said. “Home, like, our home? Los Angeles?”

“Or this home?” Julian suggested. “Maybe it needs to be taken to someplace in the house—”

The wind kicked up loudly and said, in the strongest voice it had managed so far:

“HOME”

“CARSTAIRS”

“CIRENWORTH”

The wind dropped, the candles went out, the room was bathed in darkness. The ghost had gone. I could feel its absence. The silence hurt my ears.

I have the dagger with me now. I took it to bed with me and I don’t want to let it out of my sight, for some reason. I keep turning it over and over in my hands. “Cirenworth” meant Jem, of course, so maybe it was his dagger, once upon a time. Or maybe it belonged to someone who lived there when the ghost was alive. The image of Carstairs ancestors of the past keep going through my mind. When I close my eyes, I feel like I can see whoever owned this dagger once, standing over me — protectively, even, as if they know we’re related and want to stand by me, even through the centuries.

I think Magnus is right that the ghost means well. I don’t think a malevolent ghost would be as helpful as this one is clearly trying to be. And the faeries working on the house seem totally unbothered by it, which they wouldn’t if they thought it had evil intent. Which makes me think the ghost isn’t part of the curse, but instead, maybe the ghost is trapped here by the curse.

Okay, I feel a little better after writing all that down. I think I’m going to go put the dagger someplace safe and try to get some sleep. Thanks for listening as always, Bruce. You’re a pal.

And tomorrow – we get to see Jem and Tessa and Kit and Mina, because we’re going to Cirenworth!

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Also him doodling on the paper like hes trying to figure out what hes gonna say next is making me ugly sob

Julian to Mark

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JULIAN NO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

Julian to Mark

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child: *is passionate about absolutely anything*

parent: gotta insult it

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Everybody say happy birthday to Jace Herondale!

Our beloved angel boy is 31, he was born on the 18th of January of 1991 in Idris.

He has been portrayed by Jamie Campbell Bower in the movie adaptation of City of Bones...

...and by Dominic Sherwood in the tv series.

what do you need to know about him?

his full name is Jonathan Christopher Lightwood-Herondale

he’s Clary Fairchild’s fiancée

he’s Alec Lightwood’s Parabatai

he’s Isabelle, Alec and Max Lightwood’s adoptive brother

he was once called Jace Wayland because Valentine, who raised him, took Michael’s Wayland identity. he never permitted Jace to see other kids, but he gave him knowledge and even a falcon, which Valentine killed later on because Jace trained him with love. in fact, between the two Jonathan, Jace was the softer one and Valentine considered him both a failure and lovable

his biological parents are Céline Montclaire and Stephen Herondale. who knew them says that Jace resembles Stephen, except for the eyes area, who is very similar to Céline’s. Stephen got killed and Céline committed suicide short after, but Valentine and Hodge managed to save unborn Jace

Jace has extra angelic blood, it is due to Valentine treatments to Céline while she was pregnant. this gives him extra strength, and that’s why - partly - he’s considered the best Shadowhunter of his age

Jace went to New York when he was 11, being welcomed by the Lightwood family, after Valentine inscenate his death

he had only one toy, a little soldier, who he later gave to little Max Lightwood

Will Herondale and Tessa Gray are his ancestors, while Kit Rook is a distant relative

his Herondale ring once belonged to James Herondale, Tessa’s son. he wears it, but he etched the Lightwood’s torch on the inside

Clary described him as lion-like. in fact, he’s muscular and 5’11 tall, but he has a chipped upper incisor. his golden eyes and star-shaped birthmark on his left shoulder are all inherited: golden eyes from Tessa’s heritage, the birthmark is present on every Herondale starting from Will and Ithuriel’s encounter

he once had a demonic bond to Sebastian Morgenstern, his “step-brother”, thanks to Lilith. that caused Jace to lose his will

he wore Sebastian’s bracelet until he found him again in Edom, there he gave it back

he was possessed by Heavenly Fire after Clary stabbed him with Glorious, to cut the demonic bond. fortunately he was cured and meanwhile Jordan Kyle helped him control the Fire

he’s the head of the New York institute along with Clary

he wears an adamas ring that has etched “l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle” on the inside, identical to Clary’s one because those are the rings they exchanged during their proposal

he had a Morgenstern ring, which he gave to Clary

he’s left handed, so his Voyance rune is on his left hand

he can play the piano

he can speak multiple languages like Italian, Latin, French, Romanian and more

he wrote a song dedicated to Chairman Meow with Simon, it’s called “Come Back, Meow”

he’s very skilled at armed/unarmed hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship

he can quote different pieces of literature, even in different languages

he loves Chinese food and mangoes

he hates cucumbers, bergamot and Earl Grey tea

Herondales hate ducks, so does Jace

he likes his coffee black and sour

when he was little he asked his father to give him a spaghetti bath as a birthday gift, and he did it

“Jace” is a nickname, it comes from the initials of his two names. Maryse came up with this name

apparently he shares a toothbrush with Clary and that’s disturbing but who am I to judge

( credits to @cassandrajp and to the owners of the gifs )