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heronstairstan · 4 months
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this is the cannon image of Jem, no further questions
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layla-carstairs · 2 months
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thinking about how Jace is Cordelia's descendant always throws my head into a loop like. what do you mean he's related to Mina through both Tessa and Jem 😭 his great great great grandma and first cousin four times removed married each other and had a kid and also adopted his 7th cousin...
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wikitpowers · 5 months
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i cant help thinking that this is what we will get in twp and the way i want to SOB so badly :'((
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literally not a single part of my being will be okay after this
artist: @nairafeather
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clockwork-carstairs · 3 months
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Jem the fighter
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“It may be something people forget because Jem is delicate and plays the violin, but he’s a warrior. He fights like hell in all three books. He’s the one who teaches Will to fight”
i know cc meant "fights like hell" both about literal fighting (ie how jem taught will) and also largely jem's fierce will to live, but man it got me thinking about how good a shadowhunter he was. even when he was actively poisoned and dying he could still fight. i mean in clockwork prince in that scene where they scrabble outside yorkshire manor, it’s jem who bests will despite lacking will's build due to his sickness. at age 12 he was a perfect shot with knife throwing. when we see modern jem fighting, he’s always deadly. sometimes i wonder about an alternate world where jem was never ill, and how amazing a fighter he really could be, and how freaking OP jem would've been with cortana. and then i cry quietly. ah
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tys-kitty · 2 years
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Mina always sleeps in her parents bed when she has nightmares.
Now, when she visits Kit and Ty she always pretends to have nightmares to cuddle with her brother, Ty and Irene.
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hopestrope · 1 year
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not-totally-blind · 2 years
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New Headcanon of Shadowhunters
If someone else already had it, well what good ideas
Will made James and Lucie learn to speak Mandarin Chinese in honor of Jem
Now in the present Jem is learning Welsh to teach Mina when she grows up.
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herondaleslxve · 2 years
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Do you pronounce it as "the shadowhunter chronicles" or do you pronounce it as "1000% of my personality"
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thestarkster1465 · 2 years
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I read Agatha Christie’s The Seven Dials Mystery recently and I had the horrific realization that Will and Jem could have been Bill and Jimmy
Sometimes I wish I could undo thoughts
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Emma To Bruce
Dear Bruce,
We did it! The curse is broken! Rupert is free! Long live Rupert!
In retrospect, it’s insane how much of this we tried to do by ourselves. We should have known that when we finally succeeded we would do it with a whole team present—in this case Jem, Tessa, Kit, and Magnus. (Mina assisted by raising morale and drawing all over everything with her toy stele.)
Everyone’s still here, too, and we can relax a little in a newly uncursed house. (It really is quite homey, now that it’s been cleaned up and, you know, had its demonic aura dispelled.) Everyone except Magnus, who left this afternoon in a great rush to get back to New York.
New paragraph to talk about this, actually, because I have a lot of questions that don’t have answers and I can only ask you, Bruce. So Magnus was in a hurry to get back because of a meeting Alec is holding with Luke and some other Downworlders about plans for negotiating with the Cohort. Okay, but I feel like the Cohort doesn’t have much leverage, right? The situation is way worse for them than for us. We should be able to wait them out—shouldn’t we?
I mean they have a symbolic advantage, I guess. We’re all Shadowhunters and we all miss Idris and Alicante and Lake Lyn and probably a lot of us left stuff there we can’t get back and oh right, also a lot of people lived there who have had to evacuate all over the world and want to get back. I get that. But, like…what are the Cohort even eating in there? Idris doesn’t really grow food. Are they all homesteading in there? Raising crops? Churning butter? It’s kind of hard to imagine Zara doing any of that. But you never know. I mean, there aren’t even any demons to fight in there. Which is a good reminder that Shadowhunters are definitely not meant to hole up in Idris where there’s no demons for them to fight. I feel like Raziel was pretty clear on that point.
They must be losing their minds in there. I hope they found some board games or something.
Maybe Zara has declared herself Queen for Life and she doesn’t have to farm because she just marches around threatening to kill anybody who doesn’t grow her a potato right this instant.
Or maybe we haven’t heard anything because they all ate each other in there. Or maybe they mutinied against Zara and someone else gets to threaten to kill people now.
Okay, end of pondering the Cohort. I’m in a good mood, or was before I started this entry, anyway. We’ve been hanging out with Jem and Tessa and Kit and it’s really great. We ordered in Chinese (delivery couriers are always a bit terrified to come up the driveway, but we tip them like crazy so they’ve started to know us while we’ve been here). We lit candles—for ambience instead of for dark magic, what an idea!—and ate dumplings until we were too full to move, a thing I haven’t done since Magnus and Alec’s wedding. Apparently if I am offered dumplings, I will eat them until I become a dumpling myself. To that I say: I would never reject becoming that which I love most.
Anyway. Even Kit was less broody than usual tonight! He was hanging out with Round Tom and they seemed to be getting on okay. Oh, and I almost forgot! How could I forget! The workers found a coffin buried in the garden. But there was not a horrifying dead body inside, but rather a bunch of old stuff! Using a coffin as a time capsule seemed like a weird choice to me, but Tessa and Jem made some faces and some noises that suggested there was a long-ish story there we’ll have to ask about later.
Anyway, in the coffin was A SCABBARD FOR CORTANA. I mean, right? Can you believe it? Tessa said it used to belong to Cordelia Carstairs, who was Cortana’s wielder generations ago. The scabbard needs a lot of cleaning (a lot of cleaning) but then it can be reunited with Cortana. (After all, I think it’s probably more Cortana’s possession than anyone else’s; perhaps they’ll be happy to be reunited.)
There was also a sword for Julian—what used to be a Blackthorn family sword, but this one is only a hilt, its blade is totally missing, I have no idea why. He’s talking about getting it reforged. Big shock, Round Tom knows a guy. Triangular Jerry. No, I’m kidding on the name, but Round Tom actually does know a blacksmith and he and Julian have started talking about getting that done. (Actually, what Round Tom wants to do is have a forge installed at Chiswick, which is a cool idea, but do we want another building project on top of all the others? I mean, maybe, having a forge here at the house would be pretty cool.)
Oh, you might be wondering about Rupert’s ring, since it’s not like he could take it with him, and he hasn’t come back for it in a ghost way. Magnus checked it out and said no magic any more, just an ordinary ring Tatiana must have enchanted to bind Rupert. But none of us is going to wear it, of course. So we put it on the mantelpiece in the drawing room. Where it will remain.
The Gray-Carstairs-Herondaleses are heading back to Cirenworth tomorrow. It’s been really great having them here, but you know, it will be nice to have them go and have it be just Julian and I here in the house, not feeling creepy all the time. That seems like good times for us.
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Bruce, good times are canceled. Everything’s gone wrong. I guess I was a little too smug about how everything was going; the universe had to come and screw it up for me.
Mina is gone.
And by gone I mean kidnapped.
And by kidnapped I mean, the kidnapper left a creepy old-timey porcelain doll (with wide, dead eyes, ugh) in her place, and a note.
I had just finished writing the above stuff when I heard a horrible scream from upstairs and loud footsteps, and came out to find everyone gathered in Mina’s room staring in horror.
I immediately thought oh no, another curse, or the same curse, the curse isn’t over, and maybe you did too, but that’s not what this is. This is something else entirely. Something involving faeries. Something involving Faerie.
Tessa picked up the note, read it, and handed it to Jem with a bad look on her face. Julian was already opening the window to see if anyone could be spotted outside, and I read over Jem’s shoulder:
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heronstairstan · 4 months
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pleaseeeeee send me will and jem requests in rereading TID and am feeling inspired
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witchlingcirce · 21 hours
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MY SHADOWHUNTER FANCASTS / FACECLAIMS
AC = CASSANDRA JEAN
this really isn’t generalised to one series, just particularly face claims / fan casts I have for the characters !! This is just how I see them BTW. (Also, I made this because I was rlly bored- that’s why all the edited photos here look really bad HAHAAH)
JACE HERONDALE - Rudy Pankow
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SEBASTIAN MORGENSTERN - TOM GLYNN CAREY
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ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD - DEVA CASSEL
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JEM CARSTAIRS - WILL GAO
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JESSAMINE LOVELACE - HANNAH DODD
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I really wanna know what everyone else’s face claims / fancasts are ! So I can add them to my list.
Only on a little fun side note: this isn’t a fancast more like a hair cast (HAH that’s so stupid). But I really imagine Ty’S hair like this, and I hope they kind of stick to that during TWP.
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clockwork-carstairs · 3 months
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TID parallels that kill me
Tessa’s ‘I was meant to love you. All I did was shorten your life’ vs Jem’s ‘A proposal is a promise. to love and care for someone always. I did not mean to break mine to you’
Tessa telling Jem ‘You will always be human to me’ and Jem telling Tessa ‘You are human. In all the ways that matter.’
Will and Tessa being unable to say goodbye to Jem: ‘Will could not bring himself to say goodbye, or to say anything at all’ and ‘Tessa watched him, paralyzed, every pulse of her heart beating out the words she could not say: Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.’
And the world stopping for Tessa and Will when they see Jem again:
‘All the air rushed out of Tessa’s lungs in a single instant. Jem. It was as if the world had stopped. Every figure was still, frozen in time. Tessa stared across the room at Jem, and he looked back at her.’ and ‘“Jem,” he said. There was a stillness around them both, a gap in the battle, an eerie timeless silence.’
These three just pull at my heart. every single time.
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mayaheronthorn · 1 year
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✨Imagine ✨
Ty had a free weekend in Scholamance, so he decided to visit his boyfriend. After going through a portal, he knocked on the door belonging to Carstairs' house. After few seconds Tessa opened the door and smiled prettily at him.
-Ty! I haven't seen you in a while. Come in please. - He did and familiar scent of chocolate cookies hit him. Tessa must have been baking them for Kit; they were his favorite. In this moment he felt bad for not bringing him any sweets but he couldn't do anything about it now.
-Kit is out with Jem, they're doing groceries but I think they should be back soon. You can go to Kit's room and wait for him. I would love to keep you company but I have to put Mina to sleep. Do you want something to drink or eat?
-No, thank you. - Ty smiled at her thankfully. - I'm sorry for coming uninvited, I hope I'm not bothering you.
-Nonsense! I'm glad that you came, Kit's gonna be really happy - Tessa winked at him but Ty didn't really get why.
After that, he went upstairs and came inside Kit's room. It's was quite spacious and nicely decorated. It was a familiar space and Ty felt comfortable here; he spend a lot of time in this room, talking and laughing with Kit. Carstairs' house was like a second home to him.
He sat on the bed but after a couple of minutes he laid down. It was cozy and warm and Ty was so very tired after an exhausting week in Scholamance, that he couldn't help himself. He fell asleep tangled in sheets that smelled of Kit.
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Kit came home. He helped Jem with shopping and wanted to lay down on his bed. He didn't sleep well at night and was very tired. When he came inside the house Tessa looked very pleased and excited.
-Someone is waiting for you upstairs. - She wore a funny smile and Kit couldn't help but smile back. He knew who was his secret visitor and immediately ran to his room. He haven't seen Ty for more than a week; his boyfriend had some important exams in Scholamance and Kit wanted him to focus solely on that.
When he entered the room his heart clutched in his chest; Ty was so adorably sleeping on his bed that Kit couldn't look at him. Carefully, he came forward and laid next to his boyfriend. Ty moved in his sleep and Kit caressed his cheek. He was soft like a baby and delicate like a flower. Sometimes Kit thought how someone so fragile can fight so fiercely. The hood of his clothing covered his dark hair and Kit lowered it down a little, so he could touch Ty's lovely hair. He kissed his forehead and pulled him closer. He wanted to stay there forever, he couldn't care less about anything else. That's where he belonged.
The warmth of Ty's body lulled him to sleep.
Later that day Tessa went upstairs with a plate full of cookies. When she approached Kit's room, the door were slightly open. She knocked softly and waited for a reply but it never came so she pushed the door and came in.
Tessa felt warmth filling up her heart. Kit and Ty slept comfortably in each other's embrace and she was so utterly happy for her son; he found his love, just like she found hers a long time ago. An image of blue eyes appeared in her head. And then another one; of silver hair.
Tessa put a plate on the bedside table and came down to Jem. He was waiting for her like he always did.
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streettealee · 9 months
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Jem Carstairs & Yin fen
TW: discussions of chronic illness, prescription drugs, and pain
So, you can laugh at me, but I have this box beside my bed. It’s... maybe the size of a tissue box? Slightly thinner, a smidge taller, at least compared to the tissue boxes I’m used to. Anyway, it holds this medication I have to take nightly (I have others to take during the day as well, but they’re stored elsewhere). Basically, the box holds several sachets full of granules - they’re tiny, mostly white looking, at least until they’re mixed with water because then I think they look slightly on the pinker side of white. Sitting here, turning to reach for my box on my bedside table full of sand-like stuff that I have to take in order to, basically, function day-to-day, I realised it reminded me of Jem Carstairs. Obviously, his drug is more harmful than any good, and he can’t live without it whereas I could - with a lot of struggle, but I could, and it’s non-addictive. 
This is part of something that always touched my heart about Jem though. TSC is not... I’m not going to say it’s the greatest source of representation for everything, because it’s really not, but I will say that learning about him when I was 16 and reading The Infernal Devices was really comforting. When you’ve been dealing with chronic illness since about the age of 10, you carry that weight with you. You feel it some days more than others. You wonder what it’s like to be normal. To be able to go about your day not needing to worry about the time you take your meds, the pain keeping you from regular activities, the way certain meds and the nature of your condition triggers other long-term problems that you also need to keep on top of with yet more meds.
It was cruel, but I used to get a lot of jokes about how, if I were a racehorse, I’d be put down (racehorsing was kind of a Thing where I used to live and there’d be all sorts of discourse going on about it, just as an aside). And we know of several times in TID where Jem was dying and some thought that Tessa and Will should not waste their time being bound to him (also, obviously, cruel). 
I get where Jem was coming from, funnily enough, when he says he’d rather burn brightly for those he loves for a shorter amount of time than live a half-life. When I’m in a bad health period, I do become reduced to a half-life if I don’t have medication. I have spent the entirety of my teenage years - allegedly important and life impactful years - struggling to live a full life like many others my age. I used to be the protective older sister, the shield for all my siblings. I was fiery, stubborn, argumentative, and kind of aggressively loyal even to those who did not always deserve it. But after the accident that allowed for my condition to evolve, I was weak. Not just in body but also mind, eventually. I was tired all the time. Couldn’t sleep either because of the pain or the pain meds that kept me up. Pain was like a second thing, a second being, inhabiting my body and pulsing and taking up space and reducing my ability to exist in a moment beyond it. On my better days, it’s more like a heavy weight on my shoulders that tires me out but isn’t necessarily keeping me armchair-bound. Nevertheless, I stopped being able to do everything by myself for a time, to take care of myself and others around me. Suddenly, they needed to take care of me. Help me change shirts, do my hair, carry things, and even write sometimes.
I couldn’t participate in sports. I turned to music. Clarinet was not easy because of the nature of my problem being focused primarily (at the time) in my shoulder and arm, but it gave me something. It was a little lonely, because no one else played the music I did (music classes were always full of pop and I was learning things like the national anthem, Waltzing Matilda, and some classics). Sure, I got transposed music that occasionally allowed me to play things like Imagine Dragons (did you ever think Believer could be played on clarinet? I committed to it). Hallelujah was a dear favourite, and a rare song I felt I could play with deep emotion. I learned an instrument and nearly played in an orchestra (on bass clarinet, admittedly, because they were a person short and I was able to adjust to the instrument more easily on short notice), until The Pandemic. These days? I can only really play the national anthem and simpler pieces. It’s been so long since I’ve properly and consistently practiced. Anyway, we got slightly off-topic.
Music felt like the one thing I could do most days (sometimes the pain got bad enough that I couldn’t practice as often in a week as I wanted). That, and reading and watching movies. I didn’t have the brain space while in pain to do well in school for a while. I couldn’t concentrate in classes. I still can never get out of my head a time when a guy I genuinely had a major crush on (for years) asked me to dance and I had to decline because I was in too much pain to trust myself to do it well or comfortably. So, a lot of time was spent just listening to people idly and not taking much in, as well as reading from screens on the days that books hurt too much to hold (you’d be surprised how much that affects my arm and shoulder), and watching far too many movies and shows. I developed a lot of different interests than the people around me. When I sketched, I drew attention (sorry, pun was unintended but I’ll leave it there), but outside of that? It was a struggle to keep up with them. I felt like I was missing out all the time. On life. 
Jem Carstairs felt like someone had looked at my quiet, pain-tensed body and peered through to the tired, raging spirit still underneath that couldn’t get out for the longest time, and said, “You are not alone with this. Here is a young man who plays the violin and suffers day in and day out.” Some people would look at him and treat him as if he were already dead. In my lifetime, I’ve been treated like I’m not even there, just faded into the furniture, gone. Not a lot of people want to be friends with the depressed chronically ill kid who struggles with a pain from an ailment they can’t even see. That’s why I always loved the Tessas and Wills of my life, the others that didn’t treat me any less because I could not live the way they did. And I love Jem for finally being someone in fiction I can relate to.
Sometimes, it’s not about which character has the closest personality and similarities to me. Sometimes it’s just one character who has just one key thing that connects deeply with an experience of ours that isn’t common which gives us comfort. For me, that’s Jem Carstairs and his yin fen box. My meds often make me feel ill but let me function better than I would otherwise. I have some in a box on my bedside table. And I have people who understand my limits, but do not act as if I cannot be human. It’s really nice to see that part of me reflected. 
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daydreamxr17 · 1 year
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Here I am again after a while so bare this moment of overthinking or (whatever) with me
So TWP has the potential to be the most chaotic thing ever witnessed in this century...
Hear me our:
Christopher Herondale, Tiberius Blackthorn and Drussila Blackthorn as the main trio with so called mentors like Emma Carstairs, Julian Blackthorn or Jace Herondale - this is gonna be fun
Poor Consul Alec Lightwood, I love that the old Clave is changing, but imagine Kit and Ty being called on the carpet with their legal guardians aka Jem, Tessa and Julian
There's no way these two will have serious troubles with Clave so what can stop them for being their worst (best) selves
So please @cassandraclare don't waste this potential
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