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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.
happy (belated) birthday eileen @herondaleswilliam ♡
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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100 days of character posters (51/100)
↳ There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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@theinfernaldevicesnetwork event six: favourite quotes
No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, it’s cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes to a full circle, they kept their silence.
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin, only the cloth of the gloves, and yet it didn’t matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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@theinfernaldevicesnetwork event six: favourite quotes
No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, it’s cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes to a full circle, they kept their silence.
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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YA LIT MEME: [1/7] friendships → clary fairchild & isabelle lightwood (tsc)
“I know, but Clary loaned me some mundane magazines,” Isabelle said, her voice brightening. Clary and Isabelle’s friendship had been hard-won, but Isabelle seemed to value it all the more for that. 
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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PICSPAMS CHALLENGE: #14 the infernal devices → for @spookynestarcheron
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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Emma Carstairs x Julian Blackthorn (for @annalightwood)
“We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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 Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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she put her arms around his slim shoulders and clung to him fiercely. she could love enough for both of them. any part of jem was better than all of any other man alive.
his musician’s hands drew over her face, over her hair, over her shoulders, as though he was seizing a last chance to memorize what he could never touch again. even as she kissed him and insisted desperately to herself that it was possible, she knew it was not.
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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character posters; magnus bane
I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling poorly
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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Jace Herondale for @genyalina​
I don’t know who I am. I look at myself in the mirror and I see Stephen Herondale, but I act like a Lightwood and talk like my father—like Valentine. So I see who I am in your eyes, and I try to be that person, because you have faith in that person and I think faith might be enough to make me what you want.
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shadowhunternet · 4 years
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the lightwood children
(insp.)
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shadowhunternet · 5 years
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The Mortal Instruments: Valentine Morgenstern
“We are meant for a higher purpose, you and I. The distractions of the world are just that, distractions. If we allow ourselves to be turned aside from our course by them, we are duly punished. (…) Fate is never fair.”
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shadowhunternet · 5 years
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@booksofcolornet’s september event: [favourite character]
》 Sympathy is common. Knowing the exact shape of the hole someone’s loss leaves in your heart is rare.
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shadowhunternet · 5 years
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tsc moodboards → alec lightwood
“I’ve realized—I don’t need to change. And neither do you, Helen, or you, Aline. It’s the world that needs to change, and we’re going to be the ones to change it.” 
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shadowhunternet · 5 years
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He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.
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