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4uru · 6 months

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So remember Cupid's Chokehold? Yeah the comic has two more pages now. Its been over a year i think. I really want this thing to exist but fuck its so damn hard. Bc i dont have an actual story. Just floating hcs. I think i might just give up on a storyline and just drae the bits and pieces i can muster up.

Anyway have this.

The kid is Jem's little sister. And yes his parents are alive and well and run a restaurant.

Tag list: @thevagabondexpress @what-ho-christopher-put-in @musterword @faithfromanewperspective @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone

Ik some of you do/did not follow the cupid's chokehold halfassed posts. But pls i swear the single arts are good. I specially love the trailer i made for them-

#art #drawing #auru draws #cupid's chokehold #jem carstairs #heronstairs #lesson: do not tell the autistic kid with animals as a special interest about bullshit animal facts-

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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I'm feeling really emo about Liv, Lexi, Joan and Dorian Gray being a cute lil family. The fact that this badass queer couple live w their daughter in fucking Idris blows my mind. It makes me think about how far the shadow world has come and about all the people who contributed to make that happen.

I'm way more excited about Lbaf v than I'm about rwarb and heartstopper s2

Yana, DO NOT make me emo while I'm trying to finish an important work report so I can go back to writing fanfiction.

Really. This means so much to me. Although, girl please, HEARTSTOPPER AND RWRB ARE ON ANOTHER LEVEL OKAY?

Your point is a very important one. Idris has definitely moved forward so much - and only little by little. It was Alec who normalized it, but it was Rafael (and Achilles) who made sure queer couples had access to mundane medicine so they can biological children. If you remember, we see how Aline and Helen struggled with the Clave to have Roman. But that was not the case for Lexi and Liv.

But having said all that, not every queer person in Idris is free. Kincaid is a prime example. So, even though Liv is liv-ing her best life, Kyle who literally works with her and lives in the same city, is not in the same boat. Changing a place means nothing if the people in it don't change. You will notice that Kincaid is jealous of every member of the LBAF V gang for different reasons. This is why he is envious of Joan.

Also not to be that guy...Dorian Gray is dead. It's been a while. The dog they have now is the one Heronstairs got Joan when she was small. His name is Atticus (note how all the dogs are named after literary characters...I wonder who is responsible for this hehe).

#I LITERALLY CAME HERE TO WASTE TIME BYE #lbaf #also not every animal except chairman dying loool

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marquisoforder · 2 years

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“this character is not canonically bisexual” to YOU. i know them personally

#this is in fact about Heronstairs #and Geralt and Jaskier and yennefer #this is about characters that don’t have canonically assigned queer identities #will herondale #jem carstairs #heronstairs #bisexuality #queer #lgbtq #geralt of rivia #yennfer of vengerberg #jaskier #the Witcher

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parcai · 3 years

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Ah yes, heronstairs, the relation(ship) between Will Herondale and James Carstairs. See? I can talk TSC 😎

I LOVE YOU 🗣️🗣️🗣 it’s the effort that counts 😤 <3

#all i do is think about them PLEASE #i said this in the notes of that but:#all i do is think about that part where jem punched will for going to that drug house or when jem became a silent brother and that was just #GOD why and UGH the fact that jem has children will will never see #ik you have no idea what i'm talking about but good GOD #heronstairs #tsc #will herondale #jem carstairs #tid #anon #answered #this was v nice of you to ask even if you prob don't go here :') ty legend

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watermelonlipstick · 3 years

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Can’t Find My Way Home

Written for @jensengirl83‘s 1k challenge--a thousand congrats to you, sweets, although it sounds like you’re going to need to come up with a new challenge shortly!! I picked the song Can’t Find My Way Home by Blind Faith (which I’ve always loved and was so excited to snag 😋). Thanks in advance for reading, and as always, I would love any advice or critiques!

Title: Can’t Find My Way Home

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1068

Summary: When Dean’s spiraling after a fight with the reader, somebody must change.

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, ~*mutual pining idiots*~

…please leave your message after the tone.

The last moment to hesitate swells and passes with Dean’s breath in the half second it takes to hear the beep and he lets it. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, talking to me like that,” he starts, focusing hard to keep his tongue from muddying the words together. “After ever—after everything I’ve fucking done for you, everything I fucking gave up for you, for you to—to—whatever, man. If you ever gave a fuck about me, do me a favor and don’t run to Sam so I can tell him myself.”

He tosses the phone to the backseat without checking if the message went through. Flicking the collar of his jacket back up, he opens the car door, ready to patch over it with a few more doubles of cheap scotch or the bartender who’s been telegraphing her interest all night.

The phone rings.

Answering the late night check-in is a reflex, muscle memory keeping Dean from checking the caller ID. “I’m fine, Sam. Sleeping out tonight, see you tomorrow.”

“Where are you?” It’s less question than statement of intent, your voice a fraction rough and Dean’s immediate need to know whether it’s from sleep or crying pisses him off more than anything. Your voice is quiet but firm, unwilling to rise to the message’s bait.

“The fuck do you care?” he hisses. Your silence on the other end of the line is extremely unsatisfying—he wants to fight, wants to yell a few fuck yous at each other, not look inside himself for even one second, and the fact that you won’t give him that should by all accounts be making him more mad at you. He wants to be mad, tries to gather up everything into a slippery fist and twist it into something icy but he can’t. His jaw sets hard against the tightness in his chest.

“Where are you.” Not even a quarter step of rise at the end of the sentence, not even pretending now.

“You’re not coming here,” he says, and immediately knows it’s a tactical error no matter how fucked up he is. Showed his cards too fast, shouldn’t have been the first one to fold on his opening gambit, but it’s too late now. And fuck you for holding onto the silence as you wait him out again.

“Where. Are. You.”

“If you called me to play fucking Pocket Repeat—”

“Just—can you—just please don’t drive, okay?”

Dean doesn’t have to put on the snap of offense in his tone as he scoffs. “Glad to know you think so highly of me.”

“Dean—” you groan.

“Save it.”

The phone stays in the backseat when he goes back into the bar.

You breathe more than a shallow sigh of relief in spite of yourself when you find Dean alone in the Impala’s backseat over an hour later. His arms are crossed tight over his chest and one ankle covers the other, boots resting gently on the glass. Making sure you’re as clearly visible as possible and taking a deep breath to settle your nerves, you give two quick raps on the window.

Dean’s eyes fly open without any other movement in a way that betrays he wasn’t asleep. He holds your gaze rock-steady for a moment before leaning forward and unlocking the door.

Driving around dark parking lots with a brooding mix of anger and anxiety, you’d run through all kinds of impossibly cutting and true things you could say, and even some placating apologies. Now, slowly crawling into the backseat you’d sat in hundreds of times, your mind goes completely blank—it feels like being put under a trance for the way you’re moving almost purely on viscous tangled emotion across the leather to your best-friend-arrogant-asshole-how-dare-I-speak-to-you-like-that-how-dare-you-speak-to-me-like-that, too close into his space and Dean takes a sharp inhale through his nose, his eyebrows quirk up just a hair but he only draws back a half centimeter in surprise, doesn’t jerk away.

You pause for a beat when you’re close enough to feel the heat of his breath on your lip, waiting for that jerk away. It’s all he would have to do. Just jerk away, show you that’s not it and make fun of you mercilessly for a couple weeks—let that one thing get back to normal.

He doesn’t move.

He doesn’t move and you do, close the distance between you and Dean in that backseat like stupid, fumbling teenagers, delicate skin of your lips just barely grazing his. He’s a statue pressed up to his elbows on the bench seat with you hovering above him. Your pulse is loud enough in your ears you think Dean must be able to hear it and somehow when you deepen the kiss that scotch and chapstick taste has already existed in your memory, it’s just that you’re finally able to place it.

You might’ve thought—if you were able to think at all—that he would’ve kissed you back forcefully, proving a point and slicing through tension one of the best ways Dean Winchester knows how, but it’s so soft. So soft, barely there and he’s slipping his night-chilled fingertips along the back of your neck, into your hair and then it’s so gentle it hurts; you want him to be rough, want to be able to go back thirty seconds and select the Keep Fighting With Dean option because it’s all too much what the fuck are you doing. A deeper part of you knows that this is the only possible next step.

Doesn’t make it any less terrifying. You tilt your head back just enough to catch Dean’s eyes and it’s more hopeful than anything, begging for everything to be good.

Dean’s only barely able to believe this is happening, beautiful psychotic thing he’s never given himself permission to think about suddenly all that makes sense. When you draw back he can feel the open brightness in his eyes but can’t do anything about it, exposed and skinless beneath you, rubbed raw with the beginnings of a hangover already licking at his heels and completely at a loss for anything to say in a way he so infrequently is. He watches your lips part and close, bracing himself for a thousand possibilities about to come out of your mouth.

“Can we go home?” you breathe, and it’s all Dean can do to nod carefully as you ease back off of him.

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sheisbeautyweareworldass · 3 years

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the amount of people who don't get the depth of simon and clary's the parabatai bond throws me off tbh. i get that some people don't like it because our first introduction to their dynamic was the unrequited love trope but to think that there's someone else out there that could be clary or simon's parabatai that not each other is so ?? when have any of their relationship with other characters made you feel like it was on a parabatai-level? clary and izzy certainly were not parabatai material, not even close, and as much as i love simon and george, neither were they. clary and simon are one of the most parabatai-ish duos out there, especially for the fact they've been living by the oath before swearing on it. entreat me not to leave thee / for whither thou goest, i will go / where thou lodgest, i will lodge ??? simon and clary have been each other's family since they were six, to the point were their own blood family would refer and treat them as such. everything that happened with simon in tmi was because he went with clary to wherever she went and didn't leave. the pain clary felt when she came back from edom and realized simon was truly gone and how she felt a part of her had died is literally how it feels to lose part of your soul. their parabataism is overlooked because the oath doesn't take place on a main book and we don't see much from them as a parabatai duo (also, cc should be blamed for barely showing them as parabatai on the few scenes they shared in tda), but the context and the evidences are in the books. i have my complains about how climon was written and how they were downplayed in favor of the romantic, end-game couples, but everything pointed to them being parabatai and it makes sense.

TL;DR: climon are the second best parabatai duo in tsc and could probably beat heronstairs if 1) we weren't all emo bitches who like crying over heronstairs and 2) we had see more of them working as parabatai.

#clary fairchild #simon lewis #nah because thinking clizzy would be best parabatai than climon........#their friendship is not on a parabatai level c'mon 😭#yes we all want a female parabatai duo but blame cc for ruining cordelia and lucie #leave climon out of this #not gonna tag with any of the general tags bc im not sure the ppl who follow the tmi tag are my people 😭😭#yes this became a rant #in case you've forgotten who my third fave character in tsc is #simon lovelace

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aratilightwood · 4 years

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I don’t know who needs to read this, but:

- There are people who interpret Heronstairs as a platonic relationship, but not all of them are homophobic.

- There are people who interpret Heronstairs as a romantic relationship, but not all of them fetishise it.

- There are people who think Herongraystairs had the potential to be a polyamorous relationship, but not all of them disturbingly thirst over it.

- There are people who ship Wessa and Jessa respectively, but this doesn’t mean they’re invalid because, “it’s unrealistic for Tessa to love two people at the same time” and “it’s disrespectful for Tessa to marry her late husband’s best friend.”

- There are people who prefer Matthewxhappiness/ Matthewxsobriety, but not all of them think he’s incapable of committing to a relationship.

- There are people who want Matthew to be with someone, but not all of them overlook the fact that he needs to face his past mistakes and heal.

- There are people who prefer Jordelia over Fairstairs, but not all of them are biphobic towards Matthew or think Cordelia would reject him for the same reason.

- There are people who prefer Fairstairs over Jordelia, but not all of them think James is just another curly haired white boy who doesn’t deserve Cordelia because of the way he treated her.

These are only a handful of discourses I’ve witnessed since March, but I’m sure there are more. While some of them are important and necessary to have, not all have been productive. Most people have the ability to express their opinions on topics without being confrontational, judgemental or toxic about it. The truth is, you can engage in these conversations without being homophobic, biphobic and damn right rude as well.

But it’s the mere few who don’t know how to interact during controversial discussions, that place a bad name on the narratives they side with. Therefore, they are the real problem in this fandom.

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shadowhuntertrash · 3 years

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I just really love Will and Jem sm. You can ignore this post if Heronstairs bothers you but omg I love them sO mUcH

Like they're so cute? Will doesn't care what you say about him but if you say anything about Jem (even if its just about him being sick) he will attack you without thought

Like if Gabriel is being mean to him hes like haha whatever loser but as soon as he's like why would you pick a parabatai who is dying Will's like POST UP

And Jem is so sweet and the side of reason between the two. Like they even each other out and I love it so much.

Theyre so protective of each other but in such vastly different ways I love it so much they are so cute.

They only had five years together but they both named their kids after the other like GAH they are always in my brain that's not even an exaggeration

I just can't and also the fact that Jem threw his medicine into the fire and Will STUCK HIS HAND IN THE FIRE TO GET IT OUT BECAUSE JEM YOU DUMB BITCH YOU NEED THAT TO LIVE

But also the fact that Jem freaks out and is like oh god I should have known you would do that oh god I'm so sorry!! And stays with him for a long time like

I just can't with them

#heronstairs #will and jem #will x jem #tid #the infernal devices #i love them so freaking much #SO CUTE

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tessasclockworkangel · 3 years

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The tumblr user who’s been giving you a tough time, is a disease in the fandom. She has numerous blogs and Twitter handles. I know it’s a bit of a reach to say they’re all her (because she’s not the only anti Herongraystairs/anti Jessa in the fandom). But with the same spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, posts and interests she presents on her social media, it’s not hard to put two and two together. I advise you to stay vigilant and watch out for these malicious, cyber bullying accounts.

What’s even more infuriating and dangerous, is the fact that she conveniently changes her URL from time to time, to avoid being caught. She must be seriously unhinged if she results to harassing people online for having HARMLESS opinions on FICTIONAL characters. Yes, CC hasn’t exclusively stated that Will and Jem were bi, and that Herongraystairs had the potential for a polyamorous relationship. Even though she didn’t claim responsibility for such rep, she’s did say she didn’t mind if people interpreted their relationship like that. In fact, she encouraged it. Where else did CJ get the inspiration of that r-rated Heronstairs artwork? But I guess this is something beyond the Tumblr user’s minimal comprehension, to understand.

She’s completely tone deaf for making claims like, “the only reason why Jessa happened was because CC had a Chinese fetish,” but then insisting she’s not racist because apparently as a POC, she couldn’t be - which isn’t in fact true. We don’t even know if she’s a POC (or just claiming to be). But ANY POC would know that some of us can be racist (especially towards people not belonging to our own race). For example, I’m Pakistani, and there’s a huge stigma/prejudice towards people with dark skin in my community, so much so, that if I chose to marry a black man, I’d be shunned from society as well.

And then comes the argument against the LGBTQ+ community that, “your parents haven’t accepted you so you project your sexuality on fictional characters,” while feeling entitled by insisting she’s not homophobic because the term doesn’t exist in the country/culture she grew up in. But if she’s able to understand/reblog posts with English retorts, that means she should be able to comprehend what homophobia is as well. Because newsflash mate, homophobia exists regardless of where you live in the world and what values you’ve been bought up with. Period. And this is coming from someone whose community is also very homophobic, despite the fact that the term doesn’t exist in our vocabulary as well.

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Sorry - I just needed to rant and clarify a few things about the terrible situation you’ve got yourself in.

Thank you so much for this

Anonymous people like these are absolutely terrible because I never understand what they try to accomplish by sending asks like these. Im never going to listen to them and they don’t even affect me but the fact that they take all this time to harass people online under an anonymous name shows that they have no life whatsoever.

And their asks are always the same thing “You’re mentally ill, your parents don’t accept you, you’re closeted” what if I am? Why do you care?

I loathe people like these because instead of actually doing something that makes you happy they want to spoil it for everyone. I don’t get how their brain works, (if they have one) and honestly the fact that they do this so obsessively shows that something’s wrong with them, not me

Thanks again and everyone please take care and never let things like these affect you (and nonnie please show your true assholeish face)

with love

Tessa

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florencesmachine · 4 years

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tell me what's going on

Why tumblr user donottearmedown/luciequeenofelfame/luciehvrondaie is an embarrassment: a Masterpost

Hi if you’re here it’s because you’ve heard that tumblr user donottearmedown is an embarrassment and you’d like to know all the details! Let me break it down. It all started with this post by @minacarstairs (Tessa (yes @minacarstairs’s name is Tessa sorry if that makes this post confusing)), in which donottearmedown originally reached out to Tessa by sending her something along the lines of “Do you ship heronstairs/herongraystairs?” And Tessa replied with something along the lines of “Yeah lmao herongraystairs rights!”

(I wanna note that Tessa was being very polite, and continues to be very polite to people who disagree with her opinions on heronstairs/herongraystairs. She even began her original conversation with dont tear me down by saying it’s a matter of personal interpretation :) it’s donottearmedown who made the conversation mean-spirited)

(Also Tessa pls correct next if I’m wrong on any of this thnx)

And then sometime later, the conversation above ensues in which donottearmedown, seemingly perfectly reasonable at first, disagrees with the ship and offers a link to look at. (She throws this link around any chance she gets. She really fucking loves this link.) I got involved because in her answer, Tessa replies back with a link from a post I made from my own blog starting back in 2018, and then continued to add to it until my account got terminated (long story). You can read through both posts and check out all the replies! But basically we realized during this interaction that donottearmedown wasn’t looking to have a friendly conversation and was, in fact, batshit crazy. They were saying some absolute brain dead shit like that people shipping heronstairs is the same as people shipping Alec x Clary. Here’s the screenshot:

donottearmedown came back the next day to reply on several of Tessa and mine’s post which she wasn’t even tagged in, such as this one, and this one that had absolutely nothing to do with her because I make that same post every year. Here’s a screenshot from my old account last year via Instagram:

(there are more posts she replied to but I can’t be bothered to look for them, I’m sure you can find them on their blog if you can spare the braincells)

Racism by donottearmedown:

So, Tessa received this anon which tipped us off to some of the other tomfoolery on donottearmedown’s blog. We decided to look for ourselves and lo and behold, here’s the post of donottearmedown accusing Cassandra Clare of having a “Chinese kink” for writing Jessa:

Which, first of all, makes no sense because there’s like 2 Chinese characters in TSC total. If anything CC has a straight white boy kink lmao. But by saying this she was basically implying that the ONLY way Tessa (book!Tessa), or anybody who loves Jem, can love him is if they have a “Chinese kink”. Which donottearmedown can’t seem to be able to understand is an incredibly racist thing to say and think.

They also reblogged this BLM link and proceeded to tag it with absolute nonsense like “#smoke weed #lose weight #wessa”. I don’t know if her intentions were to mock the BLM movement but I still found this to be so incredibly disrespectful and tone deaf.

I also feel like I should mention this ask sent to Tessa in which donottearmedown implies she ~could be~ Asian, but it’s “none of her business anyways” (as if being Asian would absolve anyone of being racist akjsksjsj), but based on the fact that she has a track record of lying and pretending to be a person she’s not (as you will soon see :)) I call bullshit lmao:

I think that was the last of our interactions until today? Tessa and I were distracted because we have, you know, real lives.

But anyway, that brings us to today.

donottearmedown started replying to posts from mine and Tessa’s blogs which she wasn’t tagged in, again, and made several days ago. This one literally wasn’t even about her, it was about someone else that had engaged with one of Tessa’s posts. I made that post over a week ago and had already forgotten about it, but clearly donottearmedown never stops thinking about us 😳

NOW I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THIS POST SPECIFICALLY.

Why? Because donottearmedown and luciequeenofelfame (now luciehervndaie) interacted on this post, as 2 seperate entities. luciequeenofelfame had also interacted with Tessa and I’s original posts at the beginning of June (you can check the replies on the posts!) coming to donottearmedown’s defense, and praising her for her opinions and other shit like that.

Here’s the screenshot. As you can see here, luciehervndaie reblogs from donottearmedown and adds on to their opinion:

Now here’s the kicker: donottearmedown and luciehervndaie are the same person.

As in, this bitch literally made up a second blog so that she can pretend to be someone else agreeing with her own opinions and cheering herself on.

Here’s the proof:

I made this post calling out donottearmedown on their racism. I didn’t bother tagging her in the original post because I knew she was stalking my blog and would see it eventually anyway. 😌 And they took the bait, as you can see.

AND THEN I got the notification that luciequeenofelfame had replied to my post. Here’s the reply:

Now here’s where donottearmedown/luciequeenofelfame made an oopsie! 😳

Notice where luciequeenofelfame says “1. I didn’t delete it lmao”. She’s responding to my tags on this post where I’m calling out donottearmedown on her racist post, and my tags read:

“#the fact you went and deleted this post because you KNEW you were about to get slammed #comedy”

(context: @wilhelminacarstairs looked on donottearmedown’s blog recently looking for the post I screenshotted in the link above, and he couldn’t find it so I assumed she deleted it so that I wouldn’t call her out on it. Although she claims she didn’t delete it, so! Maybe it’s still up! Feel free to look for it and let me know lmao)

Now, in the tags I am obviously talking to donottearmedown, correct? So then why is luciequeenofelfame replying that she didn’t delete anything? 🤔 AND JUST AS IM ABOUT TO REPLY-

Wow, looks like I can’t reblog the post. Why? Because luciequeenofelfame has deleted it, and then IMMEDITALY changed her url to luciehvrondaie, hoping it would cover her tracks. Little does she know, tumblr notifications are forever:

As you can see, donottearmedown/luciequeenofelfame/luciehervndaie realized they made an oopsie, so she deleted her first response and posted it again from the blog she actually MEANT to post it from. Damn if only she knew that @minacarstairs @wilhelminacarstairs and I keep screenshots of e v e r y t h i n g :/ Then she might have gotten away with it! 😩

But yeah lmao here are the posts I made about it immeditaly afterwards calling her out on it because I thought it was funny: X X X X

She defends herself on some of them saying shit like “wow so I’m just making up blogs for support wessa? The majority of the fandom supports Wessa so I’m all of those blogs according to you? I’m thousands of people?!” Or just trying to change the topic back to heronstairs and ignoring the allegations altogether. Like, no luv we’re not saying you’re every single Wessa blog ever. We’re just saying you’re these 2, and we’re right lmao. If you look through both their blogs they also post about the same fandoms, and more damning, make a lot of the same spelling errors. Seriously their speech pattern is exactly the same. Feel free to look through them if you want, and if they don’t start mass-deleting post trying to cover their tracks.

BONUS:

I don’t know how true this is, but according to @fair-but-wilde-child on this ask, donottearmedown is ALSO the infamous twitter stan that complained to CC about TLH having too many gay characters.

EXTRA BONUS:

luciequeenofelfame/luciehvrondaie (donottearmedown’s second account 😌) is the account responsible for that wessa vs jessa comparison chart that went around a while ago LMAOOOOOOOO embarrassing

tl;dr: donottearmedown/luciequeenofelfame/luciehvrondaie is a biphobic racist who’s opinions are so bad she has to make a second account to agree with herself

🥺 tragic

Also I wanna say for the record, as @minacarstairs ans @wilhelminacarstairs will testify, I guessed a while ago these accounts were the same person when I noticed their speech patterns were eerily similar, and how luciequeenofelfame always seemed to reply to donottearmedown’s posts IMMEDITATELY after they were posted.

So the lesson for today? Cinthia is always right. 😤

#WHEW this took a while but here u go #feel free to scroll back through my blog and see the posts #also ive tagged almost everything from these interactions with her url #donottearmedown #replies #bidrewtanaka #long post

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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Dear Annie who sent the ask about thomastair,

First of all, I will not be posting the ask directly. Sorry about that. I felt that it might be hurtful for those who you referred to as “thomastair hoes” (which includes me too!!)

But - since you took your time to share your thoughts (never got 9 asks from the same person explaining their stance) and wished to share your opinion, I respect it and there decided to reply on a separate post.

I understand your feelings about Alastair. I don’t condone it, but I do get that you are entitled to your feelings. You had made many points about why he shouldn't be dating Thomas, but I do disagree with them, I’m not going to do it right here. Not today.

I’m not going to defend Alastair - or his relationship with Thomas. I feel that many people in the fandom have already done that - and quite well too.

All I can say in response to your Ted Talk as you called it, is just one thing.

Your main concern (throughout the asks) was the fact that you didn’t understand why people shipped Thomastair considering their history. Once again, I wish I could write all my feelings about this but it’s been a long day and I'm frankly a little tired.

However, I did want to talk to you about you not understanding why some people of the fandom like thomastair.

Here is the thing - the Shadowhunter Chronicles is SO huge that we have so many different ships - and more coming as well! Not everyone is going to understand (or like and support and pray for) every single ships.

That’s just how it works.

And every person who doesn’t like a particular tsc ship has their own reason for it.

There are those who don’t like Heronstairs because they feel it’s not canon. Those who don’t like malec because they feel Magnus is older and it’s weird. Those who don’t like Clace because they used to think they were siblings. Those who don’t like Jemma because it disrespected the parabatai bond. And of course those who don’t like thomastair because they find it ‘toxic’ as you do.

I just want you to know that you are allowed to find the ship toxic or disrespectful or wrong. That is completely valid. Just as the feelings of those who do not like any of the above ships - and others - are valid too.

Your perception of this ship very much depends on your values and beliefs - and no one can tell you that you shouldn’t feel that way.

Just as others - or even you - cannot tell me (or other thomastair fans) that we shouldn't like Thomas and Alastair getting together. People might like them together for so many different reasons. I don’t think it’s just one thing. I could make a list, but again, not today.

But regardless, this is my point.

It’s okay if you don’t like Thomstair.

It’s okay if you don’t understand why others do.

You don’t have to understand their perspective - you just need to respect it.

I hope that helps.

Dani x.

#thanks for sharing :)#thomastair #tsc stuff

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alma-berry · 4 years

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I love CC's books and she does a great job with representation, but sometimes I feel like she doesn't mind when people sexualise mIm relationships. I felt that when she gave that blurry answer about Heronstairs. Why can't she say they were either Bi, OR they just had a very strong friendship ( and that it's good to have platonic relation represented in books)? And now when I read her answer about Thomas ans Alastair I was so disappointed.

I had to think a lot about how to answer this ask. From one hand, it’s obvious Cassie enjoys writing mlm characters… but why does that mean she doesn’t mind if people sexualise them? I mean, she has a lot of readers, some do and some don’t. I haven’t seen any encouragement of sexualising any character so far, aside from this problematic post.

As for Herondtairs - her comment was that she cannot take credit for that ship because she did not write it, and that perhaps in a different time or place it could’ve happen. I can’t see how is this answer blurry… people often read what they want to read, and sort of enforce a certain storyline to her or to her books that aren’t there. I understand that, its natural when you really want something, but its important to know what the facts are at the end of the day.

Maybe she acts the way she think we expect her to act. I don’t like it because it can reflect badly on her and on what she might think we are, but it’s a possibility. either way, it’s not my place to say.

CC does an amazing, amazing job at representing the queer community, and I will be forever grateful for that. We do need to remember that every time we get angry. I say that to myself too. It doesn’t mean she’s perfect or can’t be criticised, but we can’t erase everything she’s done so far.

#cassandra clare #herongraystairs #tsc

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high-warlock-of-brooklyn · 4 years

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About the prompt thingy🤠 13 and Heronstairs 🙄

#Writing fic prompt 13. “Kiss me.”

This is a modern day Heronstairs AU, because dammit there isn’t enough modern day Heronstairs AU!!

@therealsasori I hope you like this. Also, this drabble turned into a fic somehow.....

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Oh no. Oh hell no!

No-one is going to fire Prof Fairchild under false accusations! Not on their watch!

So that’s why the silver haired boy and his raven haired companion are sitting in their dorm room floor, whiteboards, markers, pens, notebooks strewn all around them, with several empty chocolate bar wrappers, and two targets hanging on the wall in front of them, a picture of a duck and another of Principal Mortmain hanging from either of those. Of course, right now, those are less pictures and more holes, seeing as Will has spent the hours since they’ve woken up to target practice on them with his throwing knives.

“We need a plan, Will,” Jem says, not for the first time in the day.

“We already have a plan, Jem,” Will drawls, his eyes trained on the targets.

“We are not going to kidnap ourselves!” Jem throws his hands in the air, exasperated at his best friend of seven years, who simply shrugs.

“Just saying, we could blame the whole thing on him, so we’ll get rid of him, and,” Will turns his head to look at Jem, “We’ll be revered. Imagine, two boys, heroically saving themselves from the clutches of an evil kidnapper...”

“Everyone warned me, ‘Jem, don’t be roommates with him’, ‘Jem, you’ll go mad, he’ll drive you insane’. Did I listen? No!” Jem says dramatically, “No. I had to stay with you. I just had to. ‘He’s my best friend, there’s no-one else I’d rather stay with’. And now I’m delving into madness.” Will gives Jem and unimpressed look, which he pointedly ignores.

“Sophie warned me, Cecily warned me, Gabriel warned me, Gideon warned me-”

“Jem-”

“Your Dad warned me!”

“Jem!” The shift in tone in Will’s voice makes Jem snap his head at him.

“What?”

“I got it!” Will’s eyes glint with the usual spark that appears just before someone finds themselves subjected to a prank, and more often than not that someone tends to be Gabriel. So, of course Jem is quite familiar with that gleam.

And of course the fact, that it’s the same gleam that makes his blue eyes look like thunder crackling in the midnight sky has nothing to do with this familiarity. Of course not.

“You got what?” Jem asks, already dreading whatever stark-raving madness is going to be spouted from Will’s perfect bow-shaped lips. (Yes he may or may not spend most of his free time day-dreaming about those lips.)

“We’re going to break into Mortmain’s office and get the papers!” Will claps his hands together.

“We’re not going to break into Mortmain’s office and getting any papers!” Jem declares.

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They are going to break into Mortmain’s office and get the papers.

One glance at the massive clock in the campus tells Jem that it’s almost midnight, the pair standing in front of the tall of building that seems so much more imposing than the rest of the Architectural marvels of buildings that make up most of Idris Academy.

“I just want to say, for the record, I think this is a terrible mistake,” Jem whispers, shaking his head, as the two of them approach the large glass doors, which are locked.

“Why did you come then?” Will asks, getting out his lock pick set, his eyes happy that he is getting to use it. College has been very dull with no Gabriel around for him to prank.

“I said I think this is a terrible mistake,” Jem says, watching as Will picks the lock with an ease that’ll put master burglers to shame, “I didn’t say I’d let you make it on your own.”

Will looks up, his face split into a heart-melting grin, and Jem’s mouth quirks up too. The two of them make their way to the Principal’s office. The lock on that door is no match for Will either, of course. Within minutes they enter the room, torches turned on, eyes adjusting in the dark.

“Look for anything that might show that Prof Charlotte didn’t leak those rumours,” Jem speaks, his silver eyes already raking over the file cabinet, deciding to search from the top drawer. Will nods, and gets to work. For almost the an hour the only sounds audible in the room are the rusting of papers, and opening of cabinets, until Jem notices a letter from Mortmain to a student called Jessie Lovelace demanding her silence in exchange for her silence. Jem calls Will over, who crosses the room, and reads the letter taking it from Jem.

“Jessie saw him talking to the reporter, maybe we can get her to testify against him in front of the-”

Before Will can finish, there’s a footstep in the lobby. Jem and Will share a horrified look, and Jem snatches the letter out of Will’s hands, before shoving it under his shirt. The footsteps get louder, and there’s no place for them to hide in. Will turns to Jem, his eyes wide.

“Kiss me.”

Before Jem can even comprehend the sentence, Will crashes their lips together. Jem freezes under those soft lips for a moment, before kissing back with all of his existence. One moment stretches into thousand eternities, and Jem can only feel Will around him, Will’s lips on his, Will’s hands on his arms, on the back of his neck, Will’s soft strands under his own hands where he buried them in his hair, Will, Will, Will...

“What in the name of God do you two think you’re doing?!” The voice snaps them back into reality, and Jem jerks back from Will’s embrace, immediately missing the warmth and closeness. Will seems to be in a daze, and Jem looks over his shoulders to see Mortmain’s assistant Nate Gray standing on the doorway with a half-disgusted, half-horrified expression.

“Sorry we were just- we were just-” Jem stalls, before Nate cuts him off.

“Get out!”

“Gladly,” Will murmurs, now fully recovered, before dragging Jem out of there. They don’t stop running until they reach their dorm, and it’s only after they lock the door behind them that Will speaks out, at the same time as Jem.

“I’m sorry-”

“That was-”

They both stop, and it’s Will who speaks first. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, it was wrong of me, and I understand if-”

“William, it’s okay,” Jem assures Will, touching his arm, “We needed to get out, you had a plan, it worked. We’re out of there. If kissing me once saves lives, I don’t mind.”

Will doesn’t move, his head bowed down, and when he speaks again, it’s a quiet murmur. “What if I want to kiss you more than once?”

Jem’s sure the adrenaline is making his head spin, because, Will couldn’t have-

“What?”

Will takes a step towards Jem, his blue eyes gazing into Jem’s silver ones like the midnight sea melting into the moon. “What if I want to kiss you again? And again? And again? What if I never want to stop kissing you?”

Jem feels like he can’t move, like he’s too small for his own skin, and Will continues, “Jem, you are my best friend, you have been my best friend for the last seven years. And I love you. I’ve known for almost half a decade. I love you, James Carstairs , and I know that you don’t love me that way, but I had to tell you, I thought I could live with not telling you the truth, but after today, I-I just can’t...and don’t worry, I’ll move out in the morning, and you’ll never see me again, I just had to tell-”

“Oh for once in your life, shut up!” Jem pulls Will towards him, crashing their lips together, and feels Will sag into him, the tension bleeding out of him more and more as they pull each other closer.

What a perfect terrible mistake.

#asks #writing #jay writes #send me a number and i'll write a drabble #will herondale #jem carstairs #heronstairs #gabriel lightwood #gideon lightwood #sophie collins #cecily herondale #charlotte fairchild #axel mortmain #nathaniel gray #the infernal devices #tid #the shadowhunters chronicles #tsc

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talesofmaehem · 5 years

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#9 with Heronstairs? I feel like Will would definitely steal Jem's socks if he was given the chance!

It took a while for Jem to notice. After all, socks went missing all the time. They fell victim to Church, who loved to parade them proudly around the Institute before hoarding them away, or blew off the clothesline, or fell into that alternate time-space continuum where lost socks tend to end up. But it was usually singular socks, not pairs of them.

Jem surveyed the barren expanse of his sock drawer and decided that enough was enough. The cold floor bit into his bare feet as he made his way to Will’s room and pushed open the door. Will was lying on his rumpled bed and glanced up from the book he was reading as Jem walked in.

“Do you know what this is?” Jem asked without preamble.

Will looked from Jem’s face to his upheld hand and back again. “Socks?”

“My very last pair of socks,” Jem clarified. Will raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t know anything about that now, would you William?”

“Well, I would assume you need to do laundry, but I can’t say I know anything for certain.”

“I can’t do laundry,” Jem explained, “because I have no socks left to wash.”

Will furrowed his brow in confusion.

“No socks left? What happened to them?” he asked, laying his book down open on his chest to give Jem his full attention.

“I suspect a thief,” Jem said with a pointed look at Will’s feet. They were crossed at the ankle and cozily wrapped in a pair of grey socks that resembled the ones Sophie had knit Jem for Christmas.

“A theif?” Will asked, surprised.

That was the trouble with Will, he was such an experienced liar that it was nearly impossible to know when he was telling the truth. But Jem had had practice. He noticed how Will’s eyes were slightly too wide for true surprise and how he decidedly didn’t follow Jem’s gaze to his own feet. In fact, he sat up and leaned in towards Jem, as if in true concern, while cleverly tucking his feet beneath himself. This undoubtedly served two purposes: First, it brought the boys closer together, which Will knew would distract Jem, and second, it shifted Will’s socked feet out of sight. Despite seeing through both of these clever ploys, Jem remained entirely susceptible to the first.

As Will shifted closer, Jem caught the barest hint of Will’s pine soap smell. He wanted to bury his face in Will’s shirt and breathe the scent in until it was all that filled his lungs. He wanted to tangle his fingers in Will’s curls and trail them down his back until he wrung music from Will like his violin. But most importantly, he wanted to stick his frozen feet into Will’s warm side and let him thaw them out with his own body heat as punishment for his crime.

“Mmmmm indeed,” Jem murmured, eyes trailing to Will’s lips. They were bent into a gentle frown that made Jem want to smooth them out, preferably with his own mouth.

“Well, we can’t have that,” Will teased, knowing exactly what Jem was thinking of and resting his hands on Jem’s hips to pull him closer, “the thief must be apprehended.”

“Oh,” Jem said, a roguish grin twisting his own lips into a clever smile, “I think he will be.”

Will made a throaty sound of approval and Jem leaned down to kiss him. Will tilted his face up, grip tightening on Jem’s hips as he tugged him even closer, but Jem pulled away just a breath before their lips met.

“Don’t think I’m going to forget, William. The thief will pay.”

“I certainly hope so,” Will agreed, closing the distance between them and tumbling Jem on top of himself, eager to begin his reparations.

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It took a while for Will to notice. After all, socks went missing all the time. They got separated in gear bags and darning baskets, disappeared into forgotten crevices behind the bed, or fell into that alternate time-space continuum where lost socks tend to end up. But it was usually singular socks, not pairs of them.

It wasn’t until he stumbled home from patrol one night with sopping wet shoes and frozen feet and found his sock drawer unmistakably empty that he realized what was happening.

He marched down to Jem’s room, half dressed and still soaking, and threw open the door. Jem turned at the sound from where he’d been sitting staring into the fire. Will took a moment to look him over. He’d been coming down with a fever when Will left, and despite his protests, Charlotte had insisted he stay in rather than accompany Will on patrol. His cheeks were a little flushed, his pupils slightly dilated, but other than this, Will assured himself, Jem was fine. Will felt a tightness in his chest loosen.

“Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?” Will accused, trying to channel his earlier irritation. Jem gave him a lopsided grin and made to stand up. He wavered and Will noticed how pale he was, the thin sheen of sweat on his brow, and raced to steady him.

“James,” Will said concerned, “you’re burning up.”

“And you’re freezing,” Jem countered, gripping Will’s arm to steady himself.

“Yes, well,” Will huffed, leading them to the edge of Jem’s bed, “I was just mentioning how someone’s gone and stolen all my socks.”

Jem let out a chuckle that quickly turned into a cough. Will looked at him in alarm, but Jem waved him away. When he lifted his face again, there was no blood and Will felt his own shoulders relax. He shifted his hand to interlace their fingers and assure himself of the steady flutter of Jem’s pulse.

“You should rest,” Will said, leaning his shoulder into Jem, who returned the gesture.

Jem nodded, eyes closed, and Will took the opportunity to marvel at the delicate brush of Jem’s lashes over his sharp cheekbones. He was electrified by the sudden phenomenon of eye contact. Jem grinned at having caught Will staring, and Will blushed and glanced away.

Jem squeezed his hand; “I like how I feel when you look at me like that.”

Will glanced to him again and Jem gazed steadily back. Will swallowed thickly and raised their interlaced fingers to place a kiss to the back of Jem’s hand. Jem’s skin burned against his lips and Will shivered.

“Stay,” Jem requested.

Will nodded and allowed Jem to pull him beneath the covers. He shivered again and scooched in closer to Jem’s inferno. He tentatively placed a cool palm on Jem’s forehead and Jem sighed in relief and covered Will’s hand with his own, pressing it down harder. Will smiled and obligingly pressed his cool palm into Jem’s burning skin.

“William,” Jem murmured, his eyelashes fluttering against the sensitive skin of Will’s wrist.

“Hmm?”

“Your feet are bloody freezing.”

Will paused and thought of another bed and freezing feet, then curled up his knees and pressed his feet vengefully into Jem’s warm side. Jem hissed at the shock and flipped them so Will’s back was pressed against his chest, freeing his vulnerable side from its icy attackers.

“That was completely uncalled for,” Jem complained into Will’s still-damp curls.

“That,” Will said with relish, “was justice.”

Will felt Jem’s soft laugh settle against his back and a warmth bloomed in his stomach that had nothing to do with Jem’s fever. He pressed himself further back, shamelessly nestling into Jem’s warmth, and Jem wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in further. Will felt Jem rest his burning forehead in the curve between his neck and shoulder and sigh as Will’s night-cooled skin chased the fever from his body. Will hummed in contentment and turned to place a gentle kiss to Jem’s forehead.

“Goodnight Jem,” he whispered, and was rewarded with the curve of Jem’s smile and a trail of soft kisses along his shoulder and throat.

“G’night Will.”

They fell asleep like that, curled around each other like a pair of socks tucked together in a drawer.

#prompting maehem #tid fanfic #heronstairs fanfic #Will and Jem #Jem and Will #my first thought for this prompt was hella tragic #but I wanted to write fluff #and so I did #heronstairs

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sheisbeautyweareworldass · 2 years

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See the reason the whole jessa vs wessa debate is stupid is because you can so clearly who the WRITER prefers more. Judith so obviously liked wessa more than jessa in the tid books because by the end of the second book, the only reason they weren't together was because "i agreed to marry jem." And she CONFIRMED that when she made the two have sex right after they found out jem died? Like what even was that? It made it seem like jem was just an obstacle in their relationship which is probably 1/2

She saw jem. He also didn't have a pov in the three whole books, and we couldn't see his perspective on things and that just cements the fact that she didn't want us to ship jessa. Idk why I started this lol but yeah 2/2

Yeah, all of what you said it's pretty obvious. Will fits perfectly into CC's favorite trope: white boy with sad past who takes out on people because of some unsolved trauma and hurts everyone around him. Compared to a character like that, no one has a chance. Just take a look on TMI and on how much everyone was cast aside to favour Jace/Clace. Her favoritism it's even more obvious in TID, because the premise is to have THREE main characters and the three of them, except for Tessa who was bounded to have more page-time because of her leading role, should've had similar relevance and scenes. That's not what happened, since she favoured Will/Wessa at every single chance she got. And yeah, ofc writers have favorite characters and tropes, we know it. There's nothing wrong with that, but when you allow your personal preferences for character A or B affect the way your story develops? That's shitty.

I believe the issue of Jem not having a POV goes way beyond preventing people from shipping Jessa. It's really hard to get to know a character and humanize them when you aren't in their head and know what they're feeling. Up until GOTSM, we loved Jem for how he was viewed by Will and Tessa, since they're the only ones whom thoughts and emotions we can read about in TID. We had to read Tessa saying Jem was angry, but we don't get to see the extend and intensity of his anger because that's something only him could tell. We had to read Will talking about Jem's health, but we never truly got to know how it felt to be an yi-fen addicted, his pain and the reasoning behind his choices of treatment, because those are things only Jem could tell. We get to know Jem's childhood story, but always told by a third person, so we actually get to know the facts, but not the raw emotions surrounding it. Sometimes it surprises me how loved by the fandom Jem is, since CC did everything in her power to dehumanize him and portray him just as the third of heronstairs.

Hardcore wessa stans/jem antis are very vocal about how Tessa didn't love Jem in TID, and that used to get me off guard because for me it's clear Tessa does love him, until I realized this hardcore perception of Tessa's feelings is exactly what CC intended. Because it doesn't matter that I'm aware that Tessa's feelings for Jem are as old and as strong as her feelings for Will; the point is that during TID, the focus is on Will and their story together, not on Jem, and by the point GOTSM was released, the damage was already done: small-minded stans will always hold on to the belief that wessa is superior because that was the mindset CC had when she wrote TID.

#opinion tag!#answered

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the-noblehouseofblack · 5 years

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HERONSTAIRS :P

OH NO.

who hogs the duvet

-Jem, because he’s always cold because he’s smaller. Will is totally fine with it, because he gets to curl around him.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

-Assuming this is modern times, Will does more than Jem. They both check in, but Will is always double and triple checking that Jem is okay if they’re apart.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

-Will comes up with the most sentimental gifts, but he’ll always deny it.

who gets up first in the morning

-they both get up around the same time after years of training at the institute

who suggests new things in bed

-Jem. Because the man is a gentleman in the streets but an absolute freak in the sheets and nothing will change my mind.

who cries at movies

-Will absolutely would

who gives unprompted massages

-Will does if Jem is feeling particularly bad and his joints are aching

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

-Will. That’s just facts, friends.

who gets jealous easiest

-neither of them really get jealous but the one time Will sees Gabriel flirting with Jem, he goes a little crazy.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

-Will but only because he’s so pathetically smitten with Jem that his favorite music is Jem’s violin

who collects something unusual

-Will collects demon teeth, pass it on

who takes the longest to get ready

-Will. The boy has to look dashing, obviously

who is the most tidy and organised

-Jem. Will can get a little scattered, but they’re both relatively organized from their upbringing

who gets most excited about the holidays

-Jem goes absolutely nuts for Christmas

who is the big spoon/little spoon

-they switch, but generally Will is the big spoon

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

-they both do, good lord

who starts the most arguments

-Will. It’s in his nature after years of hiding his curse.

who suggests that they buy a pet

-Jem legit got the Church.

what couple traditions they have

-Their anniversary is always a special day and they always make sure to do something meaningful

what tv shows they watch together

-If it were modern times, Drunk History and HGTV

what other couple they hang out with

-every couple at the Institute except Gabriel and Cecily because Will still isn’t over that happening

how they spend time together as a couple

-literally doing anything. They spent so long denying that they had feelings that once they did, they spend as much time as possible together

who made the first move

-I’m gonna go wild here and say Jem

who brings flowers home

-Will 100% does

who is the best cook

-I feel like they both can but Jem is better

#heronstairs

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