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[alexanderlightweight]

Here’s a prompt for you.

So I’m thinking calculating badass Alec. He could have fought off the possession. But it was such a convenient way to get rid of Jocelyn and Alec was always one to seize an opportunity. Clary had caused him and the shadow world so much trouble in her single minded search for her mother, not caring who payed for it. It was a fitting revenge. Clary finally finds her mother only to lose her. And Alec is just another victim. Completely blameless.

Besides. As if Alec would suffer a circle member to live. Much less a Morgenstern. And Jocelyn was both.

And unfortunately for her, Clary had proved herself to be her parent’s daughter.

Maybe make it murder husbands Magnus and Alec. Magnus is 100% in agreement with Alec.

One thought I had in that vein for Clary is that the whole message from the angels was bullshit. The angels didn’t interfere when one of their own was captured and being tortured and his blood taken and used. Why in the world would they care about some runes? It was all just a simple illusion. Maybe if Clary had actually studied the material Alec prepared for her she would have realized it. Clary had been so quick to blame and condemn Magnus for taking her memories, as if it was his fault and not her mother who had actually done it to her. It seemed a fitting punishment to wipe the slate clean and leave her a mundane. She was warned this time. It was h choice really.

It’s not a coincidence that it happens on the day of the wedding. Magnus had promised his Alexander a wedding gift.

I chose to just answer the first part as I've always really enjoyed the idea that Alec did purposefully somewhat pick/influence jocelyn for revenge and i love playing with that headcanon.

i hope you enjoy! thank you for the lovely prompts

<3 lumine

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Alec has a limited amount of time between being possessed and when Magnus will be alerted to fact that he’s possessed.

He knows that. Magnus has left numerous different magical failsafe’s on him.

It’s why he lets it happen.

Alec lets the demon take over, hanging in the back and guiding it with its stupidity in the wake of finding what it thinks is weak prey. Alec knows exactly who he wants to deal with and how he wants to deal with her.

Jocelyn Fairchild is easy to find and even easier to dispatch and Alec’s only regret is that it’s taken so long.

It will alert Magnus if Alec stays possessed any longer and so Alec kicks the demon out and lets himself be found, trembling and shocking with what he pretends is muted shock and not the side-effects of pushing out such a powerful demon.

— “I thought you were going to leave Jocelyn to me, darling?” Magnus says and he doesn’t sound upset, but he does sound irritated and Alec winces when Magnus adds, “I’d have certainly had an easier time. Letting a demon possess you? What were you thinking?”

Alec winces and then shrugs because he doesn’t think Magnus will accept the fact that Alec still considers it a calculated and worthwhile risk.

“It was a good opportunity and she’s been making waves again. I can’t trust her not to stab me in the back if it meant helping her daughter, you know that.”

“I still wish you’d left it to me.” Magnus says and he’s walking over and taking Alec’s hand.

— Magnus tisks at the cuts that must have come from Alexander’s fist breaking through the bones of Jocelyn’s ribcage.

“Good, no fractures.” He finally says after he’s thoroughly checked his boy over and then he kisses Alexander’s knuckles, each of the ones until his tongue licks away each tiny cut. “There we are sweetheart, all cleaned up.”

Alexander is smiling at him with adoration on his face and Magnus wonders how he ever lived without this. Truthfully, if it hadn’t come at the price of Alexander being injured, Magnus would have been overjoyed at hearing Jocelyn was so easily dispatched.

She’s become a thorn that Magnus has been itching to clip and now, she’s completely out of the way.

Meanwhile, with the amount of death and injury at the Institute, no one will dare doubt Alexander and that, is perhaps, the most enticing thing about the whole experience.

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[tscclace]

In Another Life: Chapter One

Summary:

When Jace and Clary wake up to find themselves trapped in an alternate dimension where they are no longer Shadowhunters, they must figure out how to fill the role of their mundane selves while they try to get themselves home. But just because they are not Shadowhunters, it does not mean that the world is as simple as one might think. Especially when the question stirs in their minds of what really happens in a world without Shadowhunters? And is Valentine as good as he seems? Post City of Glass Jace and Clary go to a universe similar to 1x10 Shadowhunters AU dimension.

Ships:

Clary/Jace, Simon/Isabelle, Alec/Magnus

Characters:

Clary Fray, Jace Herondale/Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Simon Lewis, Valentine Morgenstern, Jocelyn Morgenstern

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When Jace opened his eyes, he looked around in alarm, not in a room he recognized though it seemed to recognize him. Sitting on a shelf was a photograph of him beside Clary, and he walked over to it, picking it up thoughtfully. His gaze landed on Clary and her beautiful fiery red hair, her green eyes looking at him as though he was the best thing in the world. She radiated happiness by his side, so much so it took him a moment longer than it should have to take in the rest of the photo that he never remembered being taken. He looked at the brightly colored clothes on his body, contrasting his regular all black attire, and the lack of runes on either of their bodies. It was as though they were simply mundanes, something Jace could never see himself being. The back of his left hand was bare, the clairvoyant rune no longer there and letting him see through the glamours, and as his gaze drifted up his arms, he didn't see any runes their either. He set the photograph down, wondering how this was possible.

He knew there were other dimensions of course, because Valentine had told him about other worlds when he was a child, but he hadn't known he could go into another world into the body of that dimension's Jace. But being here and runeless, with a photograph he never remembered taking, it was the only valid explanation. But a world where he didn't have runes left a lot of questions about who he was and what still existed in this world. Why didn't he have runes? Did he still have angel blood but never received the Marks? Or was he somehow a mundane or stripped of his runes and having to make a life for himself in the mundane world without his angelic abilities? Whatever it was, he needed to figure it out, sooner rather than later, and find a way back home.

The supposed to be a shadowhunter grimaced at the sight of his bright clothes in the mirror but assumed for now he should be pretending to be this version of Jace, at least until night where he could potentially get away with wearing darker clothes that would help him better blend in within the darkness, where he could start figuring out more about this universe without looking more as though he didn't belong. Despite his desire for everyone to be back in his home dimension, part of him longed for Clary, Alec, and/or Isabelle to be here as well, his Alec, Isabelle, or Clary. He imagined or rather hoped there would be an Alec, Isabelle, and Clary in this dimension because Jace didn't like the thought of being trapped in a dimension for an unknown amount of time where there was neither his siblings nor the girl he loved. Besides, he doubted any variation of himself that had met them would ever want to live in a dimension without them either.

Jace changed the shirt he was wearing to something else from the closet, pulling out a sapphire blue t-shirt which was at least not the bright white he had been wearing only moments ago. He changed into a pair of jeans and started looking for a jacket, making a face at the sight of some of the jackets this universe's Jace had as he searched for one with inside pockets. Finally, he found one hanging up in his closet behind other clothes. He checked to make sure it had good pockets before slipping it on. He headed out of the room, looking around and taking in his surroundings as he walked down the hallway. He appeared to be in a four bedroom New York apartment if he had to guess, just based on the number of doors.

He reached the kitchen, grateful that it was empty, and he started sifting through drawers. Finally, he opened the right drawer, but before he could draw out a small knife to serve as a weapon for an emergency, the door to one of the other bedrooms opened, and Alec Lightwood came out of the room, wearing a baby blue polo shirt. Jace stopped in his tracks, not pulling out the knife while his now mundane parabatai came towards him, and he closed the drawer casually, surprised by the appearance of Alec, who, in his universe, wore black even more than Jace did, and the only blue that was ever on Alec was typically just his eyes.

"Hey" Alec greeted Jace as he headed over to the kitchen, more relaxed than Alec usually was in Jace's dimension. He looked at Jace's shirt before looking at him curiously. "I thought you had work this morning."

Jace prevented surprise from showing on his face, having not considered that this version of him might have a job, a regular mundane job that he couldn't picture himself doing. After all, Jace had been training to excel at being a shadowhunter since he could read and even moreso when he could hold a knife. "I did originally, but there have been a change of plans" he told Alec, which was true. He didn't want to lie to any variation of Alec, and he didn't usually like lying at all unless it protected Clary or prevented anyone from seeing he was hurting.

"Well, I guess that means Izzy has to go without her usual free cup of coffee. Unless you want to whip up some here" Alec added with a grin as he looked at Jace, clearly expecting whatever kind of coffee he usually made for them.

The mere thought of that caused the supposed to be shadowhunter to nearly pause, but fortunately even after surprises, Jace was good at keeping himself collected unless it was about his family or especially Clary. However, despite that, the mere idea of Jace Way- Herond- no, Jace Lightwood (the shadowhunter was still not used to the consistently changing last names for him but Lightwood felt the most right) making coffee was something that was enough to shock him. His life was so centered on being a shadowhunter that the thought of doing anything mundane for a living did not feel right, especially something as mundane as brewing coffee.

"Not today. If I wanted to make coffee, I'd be at work right now instead of here" Jace pointed out as Isabelle came in the room, surprisingly dresed in a t-shirt with a Star Wars logo on it and pants. "You're wearing a Star Wars shirt?" The question escaped his lips before he had a chance to stop it. Isabelle Lightwood, usually dressed to impress, was standing before him wearing a Star Wars t-shirt and jeans.

"You know I like this shirt. Simon got it for me, and I'm spending time with him later. You're both going to his gig this afternoon, right?" Isabelle looked at them expectantly. "Because he could totally use support from his friends and not just his girlfriend and of course Clary"

Jace's attention piqued at the mention of Clary Fray, the girl he loved and adored, the one it had been killing him inside not to be with. But before he was able to respond to the question, Alec spoke up instead, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Of course Jace is going, especially since he isn;t working today. You know he goes where Clary goes if he can."

"I am planning on going" Jace said, wanting to know if Clary had come to this dimension with him or not, "though I was planning on leaving to go see Clary in a few minutes."

"You're not working today?" Isabelle questioned with a small frown as she looked at Jace. "You usually make sure to take a shift on the weekends. Are you okay?"

"I'm just not really feeling myself today. I'll be okay" Jace promised them. "What are you both doing today besides you going to see Simon today, Izzy?"

Jace figured asking that question at least gave him the opportunity to learn more about this dimension and what Alec and Isabelle were like while living as mundanes. From what he could gather, Simon and Isabelle were dating each other, and he had clearly gotten her to become nerdy like he was, though it may also have something to do with the fact they had been raised as mundanes rather than shadowhunters. And if Isabelle had known Simon longer than she did in his dimension, it was likely that would impact things like this, he supposed. 

"Well, I should be heading to work soon because we are working on planning the anniversary party for the Institute, and the theme is amazing." Alec declared as he looked at Jace. "After that ends, I suppose I'll be going to Simon's band's gig. Otherwise, Izzy might kill me" he joked, causing Isabelle to glare at him.

The shadowhunter had so many questions rising in his mind, but he pushed them down and simply nodded, trying to plan out how he would get more information, information he hoped he wouldn't need if Magnus was here in this dimension and he could convince the warlock to help. It would be easier if he had Clary by his side since he knew his new girlfriend was much more likely to get this universe's Magnus to agree rather than Jace unless Magnus was drastically different here. 

"I was going to work on making lunch for later today. Do you want to help?" Isabelle looked at Jace.

The blonde recalled when he had helped his Isabelle in the kitchen, he knew helping was likely going to be taste testing, which he supposed was better than making anyone sick from her awful cooking, but he did not want to subject himself to a victim of Izzy's cooking, no matter how much he cared about her. He wouldn't wish that cooking on his enemies. Well, actually.... maybe his enemies. Snapping himself out of the thoughts, he replied "No, actually I was about to go see Clary, and I'll probably be with her for a while, so I won't really be home to eat your lunch."

"And like I said, I need to go to work. I'll see you this afternoon" Alec said before leaving the apartment, not wanting to stick around the topic of his sister cooking anymore than Jace did. 

Isabelle frowned at that. "Then I'll pick up food for lunch, but you're helping me make cookies later instead" she told Jace. "It would be a good idea to make a treat for the band after their gig."

"Buying cookies would be quicker." 

"I want effort put into the thought" Isabelle replied with a small frown at his response. "It's for Simon" 

As if that said everything, which he supposed it might have if he had been this universe's Jace Lightwood. His Isabelle, however, had just started apparently bonding a little with Simon after the death of Max. He had been the only one she let inside and had been the only one she listened to at all. He wondered briefly if there was a Max in this world, if their little brother was still alive.

"Alright, I'll do what I can to help" Jace said, though he had to admit, he had never made cookies before. He had made other foods over the years, though he favored just picking up food from Taki's, but desserts were not something he was familiar with creating, so he unfortunately would have to let Isabelle lead and do most of it (not that she wouldn't have done so anyways) but could

"Alright. Then I guess I'll see you later. Have fun with Clary. Or don't" Isabelle said at the thought of Jace and Clary having a bit too much fun. Those two couldn't go a day without each other. 

A chuckle escaped Jace's lips, and he shook his head a little, and when Isabelle turned her back some, pulling out her phone to message Simon, Jace took a small knife out of the kitchen drawer, feeling naked without his runes or weaponry. Actually, he'd feel better being naked than being without defenses, even if it supposedly seemed as though there was nothing to worry about. He slipped it into the inside of his jacket pocket, not as accessible as he would have liked but knowing that no one would be expecting it on his person at all. Even without his enhanced speed, he should be able to get to it fast enough. Right?

With that thought in mind, he said goodbye to his sister before heading out of the apartment to go find Clary, who he had been struggling to restraint himself from going straight to the moment he woke up. He only hoped that she lived in the same apartment that she had when he had met her in his dimension. If not, he'd have to go to Java Jones or Simon's place in order to find her. 

#clace #clace fanfic #clace fanfiction #clary fray #tmi #tmi fanfiction #jace herondale #sizzy #malec #valentine morgenstern #tsc fanfic #tmi fanfic #tsc fanfiction #alec lightwood #Isabelle lightwood #magnus bane #simon lewis

[mysteriouslyuniversallymiracle]

Clarissa Adele Diggle

"She always tries to do what’s right, and she never lets anyone else tell her what right is. She reminds my parabatai that he wants to live. Occasionally I wish she’d take fewer mad risks, but if I hated reckless crazy-brave people, I’d hate..." - Alec.

Clarissa Diggle born Fairchild, born 23.08.1998, is the Shadowhunter daughter of Jocelyn Fray and the notorious Valentine Morgenstern. For years, Clary lived a mundane life with Jocelyn, until the return of her father and her brother, Jonathan, exposed her to a new world, throwing their lives out of balance as Clary found herself on a journey with her fellow Shadowhunters to stop them.

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Married to the most wonderful human and the love of my life @xknightwatchx {l4.o6.2o22 - ol.o7.2o22 - 24.o7.2o22 ❤️ 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 ♾️}

Pregnant ❤️

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No matter what age I am I'll always need you mom @nephilimbyblood ❤️

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Your the duckling to my kitty Onesie @frozenvibing 🧡

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As a result of her father's experiments, Clary possesses more angel blood than other Shadowhunters and, through this, the ability to recall powerful, ancient runes not written in the Gray Book.

Clary is a beautiful young girl with bright red hair and a slim build. Her clothing style is generally simple and conservative.

Since meeting and becoming one of the Shadowhunters, Clary now has a number of runes burned into various parts of her body.

Clary is headstrong, stubborn, and fiery. She is also intelligent and creative. She loves and cares deeply about her family and her friends and is loyal to them above all others.

Having not been raised with the typical Shadowhunter prejudice and rules, she is often at odds with the more traditional Shadowhunters in the Institute, over issues regarding mundanes and Downworlders, strict adherence to rules and protocol, and their generally self-centered culture. Unlike most Shadowhunters, who defend innocents out of a sense of duty, Clary does so without hesitation because she wants to.

She is also an artist like her mother, Jocelyn. She keeps a notepad of paper where she often draws out her emotions and feelings through pictures, her version of a diary, just using pictures instead of words. ➰

✎... lost her runes and memories of the shadow world a few years ago, but got them back and chose a life in the mundane world.

✎... a part of @arrowversefake ⚡️🏹➰

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[adamwatchesmovies]

The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (2013)

When you call a film a Frankenstein’s Monster, the assumption is that you've stitched together pieces of different properties to make a new thing. That doesn’t quite work with The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. If it were merely Vampire Academy (which is part Twilight) plus Harry Potter, it would have two legs, two arms and a single head. This movie is more like a teleportation accident. All the arms, legs, and heads are still there, creating a would-be franchise starter so unoriginal you can keep yourself entertained by predicting what’s coming next.

Teenaged Clary Fray (Lily Collins) worries her mother, Jocelyn (Lena Headey), when she begins drawing a strange symbol. Soon, Clary begins seeing things and people no one else can, which is when she’s introduced to the world of “Shadowhunters”. “Mundanes” cannot see them, but demons live among us. The Shadowhunters are half-human half-angel warriors who hold the forces of evil back. When the villainous Magnus Bane (Godfrey Gao) kidnaps her mother, Clary and her best friend Simon (Robert Sheehan) join Jace Wayland (Jamie Campbell) to help. Hopefully Jocelyn' abduction does not mean the Mortal Cup (one of three Mortal Instruments given to the first Shadowhunter by the angel Raziel) has fallen into the wrong hands.

The more YA novel adaptations I see, the more credit I must give to the original Twilight film. Both it and the Harry Potter series started off small, building up their love plots and world-shaking final battles. The imitators make the mistake of introducing so much in the first chapter you can hardly keep track of what’s happening. This world has angels, demons, witches, vampires and werewolves… all living among us and right under our noses. There’s the obligatory love triangle between Lily, her creepy best friend who pines for her (seriously, Simon is totally a proto incel) and the hunky, dangerous, tattoo-clad supernatural warrior who doesn’t want anything to do with the girl but can’t stay away from her. There are prophecies, magic tattoos, betrayals, revelations and so much going on this feels like two or three movies crammed into one. Well, in many ways, it is. If you haven’t seen The Maze Runner, Divergent, The Host, Eragon, Red Riding Hood, Beastly and so many others, this plot may seem novel but to the rest of us, this is a parade that makes you wonder “what’s next?!” in the worst way. Just wait until the part where they talk about Sebastian Bach. It’s so loopy I almost say it’s worth seeing this movie for it alone.

Part of what makes The City of Bones so entertaining is that it keeps finding new ways to be bad. Overall, the special effects are fine for a mid-budget production but note the way the afore-mentioned werewolves never transform on-screen because… you know, that would be expensive. As you watch and wait for the titular City of Bones to appear, keep your expectations low because the sanctuary is so unimportant it should’ve been omitted entirely. The romantic love plot is the middle of much bigger things will either infuriate you, or cause you to slip into uncontrollable laughter. I know these are teens with raging hormones but come on people. The peril outside is so much bigger than who’s kissing who! I know this is supposed to be wish-fulfilment for teenage girls. It's just that Clary makes so many wrong decisions and causes so many problems it’s a little embarrassing to watch.

Despite everything, I’m disappointed this picture never got the sequel it so desperately wanted. They drop a bomb towards the end. I want it resolved so desperately I’d sit through at least 2 to 3 more of these just to see it resolved. It’s another thing to make fun of. This is the embodiment of teenage angst in the middle of much bigger things, which means I had a great time watching The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. (August 30, 2019)

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[teabooksandsweets]

A City of Bells

Chapter II — Part II

No words can describe what Henrietta felt about Torminster. She arrived, as a year later Jocelyn arrived, in the spring, and if this was not Paradise she would have liked to be told what was. The dreaming city, the west front of the Cathedral with the rows of kings and queens and saints, the wooded Tor, the gardens full of flowers, the singing birds and chiming bells, the old house with its carved angels, the humming High Street and the holy well, these things did not belong to the world as Henrietta had hitherto known it, the world of a cod-and-windsor-soap-smelling orphanage in a big town, and she felt like one born anew on a different planet.

And the people, too, she loved. When she and Grandfather presented themselves before Grandmother, on that amazing day of the adoption, she was not in the least upset by Grandmother’s rather sharp greeting of, “And what in the name of goodness have you got hold of this time, Theobald?” Grandmother’s bark, she saw at once, was a great deal worse than her bite, and she very soon discovered the intensely grandmotherly heart that operated within Grandmother.

Sarah and Ellen were nice also, though rosy Ellen, who made her dough babies with currant eyes and let her wipe out the mixing basin with her finger after a cake had been made, was perhaps nicer than gaunt, gloomy Sarah.

Then there was Bates the gardener, who sometimes allowed her to assist him in his labours, and Gotobed who brought them their visitors in a yellow pumpkin and used rich-sounding words such as “damn” and “blast” whose meaning she did not know but whose solid sound gave her a great deal of pleasure, and gentle Miss Lavender who taught her and Hugh Anthony in the mornings, and the Dean with his beautiful whiskers, and lots of others.

But Hugh Anthony was the best of all. She had up till now had nothing to do with the male young, for at the orphanage the sexes had been kept in watertight compartments, so that friendship with a little boy was a new experience for her and she found in it something that her friendships with little girls had never given her. She found his questioning mind, so different from her own, very stimulating, and his instinctively protecting attitude towards her was new and sweet. His rare kisses, too, were different from the kisses of little girls, more exciting and more worth while. He was her mate, her fairy lover, her perfect complement. She could not analyse her feelings, but she knew that she loved him with her whole heart and soul and would until she died.

And then there were her lovely clothes. Those she had arrived in, the black hat and black pinafore, the button boots, the black serge bloomers, the thick woollen scratchy combinations that buttoned up under her chin and descended—having become distressingly elongated in the wash—half-way down her legs beneath the black woollen stockings, together with the three pinafores and two vests—the Bible was retained—were returned to Matron with Grandmother’s compliments and in their place came clothes that seemed to Henrietta fit for a princess.

Smocks of periwinkle blue and rose-pink for everyday, with white muslin for Sundays, a soft white sailor hat, white socks and little brown sandals, petticoats with scalloped borders and combinations that were soft to the skin and descended no farther than the knee. Grandfather did not allow her to plait her hair, except at night; it hung loose, confined only by snoods of ribbon of the style affected by Alice in Wonderland.

And then there was her bedroom. It was a tiny room over the porch, as monastically furnished as Jocelyn’s but with a population of six carved angels instead of four. They were, however, baby angels, not stately seraphim. They had two wings only apiece and no bodies, poor little dears. Henrietta wondered what the originals up in heaven did about their food, stomachless as they were, but supposed God fed them somehow since these prototypes on earth, who had presumably been copied from the originals, were very fat in the face and jolly-looking … Sometimes at night Henrietta would hear a rustling of wings in the dark and think they were flying round and round her head, giggling and trying to catch each other … It was probably only a bat.

But this little room, though it was meagrely supplied with the luxuries of life, always excepting angels, was rich in good smells. Wistaria covered the wall outside the window, and in the summer great bunches of blossoms, heavy and pendulous as grapes, filled the world with scent. But even when the wistaria was not in bloom the smells were delicious. In spring there were the hyacinths and all the summer through there were roses, in autumn came the sharp smell of chrysanthemums and the pungent scent of wood smoke and fallen leaves, and in winter there were perhaps the best smells of all, the faint scent of the very earth itself and that delicate perfume of the frost that is hardly a perfume at all, but rather a distillation of crystal cleanliness.

Just at first Henrietta had been frightened of sleeping by herself. At the orphanage she had slept in a dormitory with other little girls and worked and played and eaten in a seething horde, never knowing a moment’s privacy day or night, and that had seemed so natural to her that loneliness, when it came, was terrifying. When Sarah took away her candle and left her to the dark she had hardly known how to bear it. She had lain awake hour after hour, shaking with fear, her round black head turned sideways on the pillow towards the place where she knew the window was and her eyes straining through the dark for the first glimpse of the dawn.

But quite soon her fear had left her and she knew that the most precious possession she had was her room and the privacy it gave her. She was immensely proud of it. She dusted it herself every day and Grandmother allowed her, under the supervision of Bates the gardener, to pick flowers for the blue pot on the window-sill.

In it she dreamed dreams and saw visions. While she slept it seemed to her that strong arms were carrying her from place to place, showing her ivory palaces where the wind whispered through the pillars like violins playing very softly, and crystal mountains full of musical streams, and green lawns where rose-petals fell with a sound like rain, and she enjoyed it all immensely. And when she woke up she tried, by the exercise of her own will and imagination, to create other lovely things. She built white towers beside gold sands and blue sea and tipped the crest of each wave with curling snow, making them very tall so that as they curved and broke on the sand they made a sound like the organ in the Cathedral. And she planted gardens full of roses and hollyhocks and set singing birds in every bush, and she built caverns under the sea of emerald and mother-of-pearl and put mermaids singing sad songs in them.

For in every dream that Henrietta dreamed music had its place. She even thought that colours and scents had their sounds. Red was a trumpet blast and green was the sound of fairy flutes, and the scent of the wistaria was a tune played by the violins that made one want to sit down on a cushion and never do any work any more.

It was important, because the only memory that Henrietta had of the days before she went to the orphanage was a memory of music. A woman in a blue dress had sat at the piano singing and Henrietta had danced as she sang, her bare feet going pitter-patter on a shiny floor. The woman had sung faster and faster, her voice gay like a blackbird’s, and the baby Henrietta had danced and danced, her toes getting pinker and pinker with the effort, until at last her legs had got entangled with each other and she had fallen over with a bump. The woman had run to her and picked her up and they had sat on the floor and laughed. Henrietta could not remember what the woman had looked like, she could only remember the sound of her, her singing and her laughter and her deep, ringing voice. The memory of this woman and her music had become almost submerged at the orphanage, but in the quiet of Henrietta’s bedroom at Torminster it came back to her very vividly.

All these things and people combined acted upon her like sunshine on a folded flower. She expanded and the essence of her, the flower’s scent, that had been too tightly bottled up to live, came out into the open.

And the essence of Henrietta was a dreamer of dreams. Her mind was not inquiring, like Hugh Anthony’s, but it was intensely appreciative. She noticed that certain things were lovely and she stored them in her memory, taking them out later and fastening them together to make a dream, as a woman will embroider a posy of flowers with coloured silks. Later on in her life, when she grew up, she realized that dreams cannot be hoarded selfishly in the mind, lying piled one upon the other, getting dog-eared and faded, but must be generously spilt out into the world, and she learnt how to paint her dreams with a brush on canvas so that other people saw them too … But Henrietta the famous artist was still far in the future, her powers guessed at by no one except Gabriel Ferranti, the man who had lived in the house with the green door.

#torminstertravels #a city of bells #readalong #booklr #books #elizabeth goudge #a city of bells: chapter 2

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

New to Hallmark Movies Now - November

November 

Redemption in Cherry Springs (2021)  Starring Rochelle Aytes, Keith D. Robinson, and Frankie Faison.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries 

Murder, She Baked: A Deadly Recipe (2016)   Starring Alison Sweeney, Cameron Mathison, Barbara Niven, Lisa Durupt, Gabriel Hogan, Juliana Wimbles, Toby Levins, Kristen Robek, and Viv Leacock.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Movie 4 of 5 

Garage Sale Mysteries: Murder in D Minor (2018)  Starring Lori Loughlin, Sarah Strane, Steve Bacio, Eva Bourne, Connor Stanhope, Kevin O’Grady, and Matthew Harrison.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / movie 15 of 16 

Garage Sale Mysteries: Search & Seized (2019)  Starring Lori Loughlin, Sarah Strane, Steve Bacio, Eva Bourne, Connor Stanhope, Kevin O’Grady, Matthew Harrison, Johannah Newmarch, and April Telek.  Movie 16 of 16 

Baby, It’s Cold Outside (2021)  Starring Jocelyn Hudon and Steve Lund.  Hallmark Channel 

Mystery 101: An Education in Murder (2020)  Starring Jill Wagner, Kristoffer Polaha, Robin Thomas, Preston Vanderslice, Caitlin Stryker, David Jame Lewis, and Steve Bacic.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Movie 5 of 7 

Just in Time for Christmas (2015)  Starring Eloise Mumford, Michael Stahl-David, Christopher Llyod, and William Shatner.  Hallmark Channel / Hallmark Hall of Fame / Countdown to Christmas 

The Christmas Secret (2014)  Starring Bethany Joy Lenz, John Reardon, and Susan Hogan.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / The Most Wonderful Movies of Christmas 

Paper Angels (2014)  Starring Josie Gresiuk and Matthew Settle.  UPtv 

A Holiday in Harlem (2021)  Starring Olivia Washington, Tina Lifford, and Will Adams.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

November 2 

Roux the Day: A Gourmet Detective Mystery (2020)  Starring Dylan Neal, Brooke V+Burns, Matthew Kevin Anderson, and Bruce Boxleitner.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Movie 5 of 5 

Our Christmas Love Song (2019)  Starring Alicia Witt and Brendan Hines.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Miracles of Christmas 

The Perfect Catch (2017)  Starring Nikki DeLoach and Andrew Walker.  Hallmark Channel / Spring Fling 

Christmas Encore (2017)  Starring Maggie Lawson and Brennan Elliott.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / The Most Wonderful Movies of Christmas 

Trans-Siberian Orchestra Presents: the Ghosts of Christmas Eve The Best of Two and More 

A Cookie Cutter Christmas (2014)  Starring Erin Krakow, Miranda Frigon, David Haydn-Jones, Jill Morrison, and Lara Soltis.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

November 3 

Sister Swap: A Hometown Holiday (2021)  Starring Kimberly Williams-Paisly, Ashley Williams, Mark Deklin, Keith D. Robinson, and Kevin Nealon.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas / Movie 1 of 2 

Christmas in Dollywood (2019)  Starring Danica McKellar, Niall Matter, Krystal Lowe, and Dolly Parton.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: A Very Foul Play (2019)  Starring Candace Cameron Bure, Niall Matter, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Catherine Lough Haggquist, Kristen Robek, and Matthew James Dowden.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Movie 12 of 18 

Once Upon a Christmas Miracle (2018)  Starring Aimee Teegarden, Brett Dalton, Lolita Davidovich, and Steve Basic.  Hallmark Movies & Mysteries / Miracles of Christmas 

A Gingerbread Romance (2018)  Starring Tia Mowry-Housley-Hardrict, Duane Henry, and Giles Panton.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

Three Weeks, Three Kids (2011)  Starring Anna Chlumsky and Warren Christie.  Hallmark Channel 

Holiday Engagement (2011)  Starring Bonnie Somerville, Jordan Bridges, Shelley Long, Sam McMurray, and Haylie Duff.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

Love, Of Course (2018)  Starring Kelly Rutherford and Cameron Mathison.  Hallmark Channel / Fall Harvest 

November 10 

Christmas in Harmony (2021)  Starring Ashleigh Muray, Luke James, and Loretta Devine.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

November 17 

Under the Autumn Moon (2018)  Starring Lindy B both and We Brown.  Hallmark Channel / Fall Harvest 

A Christmas Melody (2015)  Starring Lacey Chabert, Brennan Elliott, Kathy Najimy, and Mariah Carey.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

The Christmas House 2: Deck Those Halls (2021)  Starring Robert Buckley, Ana Ayora, Jonathan Bennett, Brad Harder, Treat Williams, Sharon Lawrence, Michelle Harrison, Matthew James Dowden, and Teryl Rothery.  Hallmark Channel / Countdown to Christmas 

#new on hmn #hallmark movies #hallmark movies now #hallmark channel #hallmark movies & mysteries #uptv #movies & mistletoe

[ownedbybooks]

2022 autumn wrap up

Disclaimer: I live in the Southern Hemisphere.

Mansfield Park, by Jane Austen ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Thankfully I did watch previously the 1999 movie adaptation of the book and then I’ve read the intro BEFORE actually reading the story, so I could understand the plot and the themes very well and I’m so thankful for that!!! I don’t think I would’ve liked it as much as I did if I haven’t read the introduction before diving into the story.

City of Fallen Angels, by Cassandra Clare ⭐️⭐️⭐️

I cannot stress more that SIMON OWNS THIS SEQUEL and I look forward to see more of his development.

Endgame: The Calling, by James Frey ⭐️⭐️⭐️

It was a reread. But funnily enough I liked more about this story in this second time of reading it lmao. And i was impressed of how much I remembered about the plot.

Lore Olympus (Season 1), by Rachel ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I am VERY biased towards this webtoon. VERY. I just didn’t give it 5 stars because I found the begin (that i had to reread it) very slow paced compared to the rest.

Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley ⭐️⭐️

The only thing I knew about this book was that is a classic sci-fi. I thought it was going to be similar to 1984, but it was so over the place… I saw and understood the critics the author was making and I can agree with him, but I found the plot so… eh :(

História do Cerco de Lisboa, by José Saramago⭐️⭐️⭐️

My first Saramago read! I was quite afraid to read his books because he’s not an easy read, specially because of his style. It took me around 50 pages to understand what was going on and get used to Saramago’s writing, but in the end I liked it very much! I can’t wait to read another of his books!

I Swear I Won't Bother You Again! #3, by Reina Soratani ⭐️⭐️

I… I couldn’t remember much of the story and characters. Giving a one or two years break to see if it more chapters were going to be released did help, but now I have to wait a couple tears more to read the next volume 🙃 guess who won’t remember stuff again???

Jocelyn's Story, by Cassandra Clare ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Nothing new here, but it was nice to see Clary’s mom point of view about her past and relationships

Perdida, by Carina Rissi ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A GREAT READING DONE AT THE RIGHT TIME!!! Loooved the Romance between Ian and Sofia and I can’t wait to see more of them!!! Specially Ian, he’s such a gentleman! Also: this book made me cry a lot!

Endgame: The Complete Training Diaries, by James Frey ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Oooh yeah this one was also nice! To see how the characters came to be the players of Endgame before it started! I really liked the mix of culture as well!

Os Textos que Desisti de Enviar, by Vanessa Pérola ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Even tho I didn’t liked it very much, because this book made me reflect A LOT about myself, I had to give it a 5 stars because of the same reason. It made me get out of my comfort zone about relationships and what I think about them. Thanks God I talked to my psychologist the next day 😂

Ian Clarke - Conversa com Gomes na Adega, by Carina Rissi ⭐️⭐️⭐️

A super quick read, but so so lovely! Have I already told you guys I’m in love with Ian???

Arsène Lupin, gentleman-cambrioleur, by Maurice Leblanc ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Decided to reread it after knowing about the netflix adaptation. It was fun, nice and Arsène Lupin is so charismatic!! No wonder he’s the main character, he carries every plot on his back! I want to get more immersed on his persona, now lmao

The Fork, The Witch and The Worm, by Christopher Paolini ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

ARGH THE NOSTALGIA I FELT READING THIS BOOK!!! I was missing Eragon, Murtagh, Saphira and many more SO MUCH!! I even did my first live reading with it!

#bookblr #autumn reading #fall reading #autumn wrap up #fall wrap up #wrap up #books #mansfield park #city of fallen angels #endgame #the calling #lore olympus #brave new world #história do cerco de lisboa #i swear I won’t bother you again #jocelyn’s story #perdida #the complete training diaries #os textos que desisti de enviar #ian clarke #conversa com gomes na adega #arsène lupin #arsène lupin gentleman-cambrioleur #the fork the witch and the worm #bookish #booklover #bookworm #bookaholic #booknerd #2022 wrap up

[mollysharpharrison]

2023 A Year in Review:

Skating on Ken's Lake // pickup hockey // brisk mornings

Work at Mill Creek Animal Hospital // puppy kisses and sad times

Trashion show // all the friend makeouts

Lake Powell trip- North Wash to Trachyte with Hannah, Jeff C and Mike C // mud tussocks and giggles

Bad box bleach set + teal manic panic beauty school drop out with Nara

Jerp art performance at Jeep Week with Sam N + Moab crew

Julie visits Moab in the spring - surprise Jocelyn addition // San Rafael packraft with pups on spring's first flows

Hallie visit to Comb Ridge with Ryland // quiet nights and pottery sherds

Dolores River flowing! First overnight trip with Hannah, Jeff C and extended Alpacka crew. Euro fondu pot // dogs are angels

Solo Escalante float with Sprocket dog // four days of peaceful low flow jubilation

Learning from strange crushes // rejection is sexy and toxic

Ongoing plant identification in the La Sals // superbloom!

A wonderful season of work: Hammond Canyon with Wilderness Volunteers// SUWA projects// two long bridges// Trail Mix buddies// not enough alone time// all the log outs - Luke, Jacob, Rachel and Isaac

Muddy Creek with Zoe, Maddie and Olivia // slot canyon babes

Long solo and friend gravel rides

Sold the house // feelings of loss and longing, but also relief

APA RoundUp paddle trip to California with Duncan// feeling obsolete in the packraft ww world//solo hike in Trinity Alps to granite heaven

Muumuus and Mimosas- my 6th annual?

SLC city weekend seeing Remember Sports, thrifting, and mountain biking with Maddie, Audrey and Rachel

Sold the Toyota Pickup // lost identity

Montana Red Meadow Pass bikepacking loop with Maddie and Olivia // perfect temps and champagne gravel// fill your belly of berries

Birthday backpack in the Weminuche// 15 miles in 5 days with the old furball// learn to enjoy the pace and place// anniversary photos

Julie returns to Moab for late summer! Hot hot biking//water daze

Mom and pop visit in the early fall//coworker end of season farewell bbq//beautiful mountain colors//comb ridge camping

Elk packet with Jamie and Sam H // 24 mile roundtrip with a rear quarter // humans are meant to do this

Solo trip of favorite landscape linkup // Dark Canyon -> Cataract Canyon -> Henry Mountains -> Lake Powell -> Bears Ears hike/packraft/bikepack/bikeraft linkup

San Juan packraft trip with Hannah and Jeff C + his college buddies// Han's bad back and chilly temps// good company

A quick shot to the very rainy PNW coast// surfin', soggy and splashin' with jellyfish//Julie, Will, Pete, Nara, Xander and pups

Early backcountry ice at Clark Lake! Jonny and Ian hike-in mission

RAR intro to bikepacking weekend was a smash hit// new SLC bike buddies//love the feeling of teaching and sharing knowledge

Home right before Thanksgiving, off to Costa Rica! Solo bikepack along the Nicoya Peninsula surfing all along the way.

Christmas in Detroit to the New Year

Books Read:

"Grievers" by adrienne maree brown

"Black Sun" by Rebecca Roanhorse

"The Solace of Open Spaces" by Gretel Ehrlich

"Teaching a Stone to Talk" by Annie Dillard

"Fire on the Mountain" by Terry Bisson

"Earth Apples" collection of poetry by Ed Abbey

"Children of Time" by Adrian Tchaikovsky

"Killers of the Flower Moon" by David Grann

"Let My People Go Surfing" by Yvon Chounard

"You Just Need to Lose Weight and 19 Other Myths About Fat People" by Aubrey Gordon

"Braiding Sweetgrass" by Robin Wall Kimmerer

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

12.27.23 Wednesday

9:09 am

Still, have windblow... Hmmm.... Who are the people behind this ritual... I pray for our extension here on earth, me and John...

He is having diarrhea... But I think it is just a normal diarrhea ( hope it is)....If this dog will die, I will be with him....I love this dog so much...

What happened? Did someone put a spell on my baby???

One of the major things on getting a bf, he must treat my son-dog as his own baby.... If I have extra money, I will bring him right away to a vet. But I hope this is not serious,just like on us human, sometimes we have diarrhea and it will just heal on its own.

I want someone who is tall, handsome and sensitive about dogs and me ( on getting a daddy-bf ). Sensitive that he needs to assist me on my expenses on my son-dog. I wanted John to have his rightful life with me but I'm so broke these days... But I'm taking care of him on the best possible way that I can...

There was never a day I feel tired on taking care of John....There was never a day I feel that I hate him coz he is pooping around the house and I need to keep on cleaning it... I never feel obligated... I never feel that this is just a show but it is all coming from my heart the love I have for my baby-dog.

I always wanna make sure that you are feeling ohkay....I raised him since he was a lil boy, he was pooping around the house and I always clean it until he is a grown-up boy now... He knows where to poops as long as he sees his floor mats,he will go there...

1:59 pm

I think Uncle DD is in ritual?

If they kill my dog, kill me as well and this is a seŕious message for the ritual group of INC probably linking with Uncle DD and Betsilogs gang. PROBABLY MITCH IS PART OF THIS RITUAL...

Kill me if they will kill my dog... I know it is not yet the time for John to leave not yet....We can still be dinosaur...

2:19 pm

Doing this ritual windblow...

Or Uncle Jun probably or the fucking old friends? Missing friends???

It will be just an unfair thing to kill us here, me and my dog without having a fair fight. You end us without allowing us to prove something. The ritual group don't deserve what they acquire,that power to kill and make someone alive.

George Eusibio probably part of rituals?

2:23 pm

I'm not scared to die, I just don't want to struggle... Be fair! I don't deserve to struggle even my dog or dogs...

6:10 pm

Hmm..... I wonder where is my alcohol.... I need it and I'm on thrift.

6:15 pm

Sorry for my cheapness but still on art!

Got it here... It is 29 pesoses angels!

9:12 pm

Here now in Conduent... Super badtrip! I tried that Pittx from Salitran Dasma. It is a super wrong route...

Then, that bus drop off me at the Pittx terminal. When I went at the gate 7 it was super long line... ( as in Potang inah )... Then, someone told me to go at the gate 10... Then, I rode the bus going to Double Dragon... Somehow a heavy traffic.

When that bus reached the Double Dragon, I saw this fucking ebike who asked me a 50 pesoses instead of 15 or 20 pesoses... Then, I asked the other ebike driver then my driver told the other ebike that hey! It is really 50 pesoses,right? I saw them talking using their eyes or making a sign on eyes, the other driver said it's really 150. I said wow ! Taxi!!! I let it passed coz I was already in the middle of high way....But I feel bullshit!

12.28.23 Thursday

6:09 am

I hope my baby is ohkay... I'm worrying so much,angels...

7:09 am

Riding a bus going HOME with Jocelyn

#Youtube

[sick-of-coffee]

The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones by Cassandra Clare.

Clary Fray is a fifteen year-old living in the wonderful New York City. She lives in an apartment in New York with her mother, Jocelyn. Her father is out of the picture as he lost his life to a tragic accident before she was even born. Clary is an artist – she loves arts and treats art as an escapism from reality. Clary celebrates her fifteenth birthday by going to the club with her best friend, Simon. She thinks there’s no harm in breaking the rules and having fun once in a while even though Simon feels what they’re doing is an idiotic move. They, are of course rejected as they’re minors but thanks to the help of a mysterious man with electric-blue dyed hair, they are allowed to be inside. Clary dances on her own while Simon gets them a drink and her attention darts towards the man who was the reason they were able to get in the first place. He looks at Clary but then focuses his attention of someone else – a beautiful girl wearing a white gown in the club and Clary witnesses all of these. The mysterious man follows the mysterious girl and it seems like she is trying to lead him somewhere: the clearly restricted room with signs of no entry plastered on the door. She does not make much out of it but when she sees two men of blond and dark-haired following them and it appears as the blond-haired men had drawn out something sharp from his pocket, she starts to sense something is wrong. Clary asks Simon if he sees what she sees and urges Simon that they need to do something so he goes on to ask some help from the club’s security team while Clary makes her way through the door. What she sees next and what happens next is a mystery that you, my dear audience, need to discover on your own.

Unlike Paper Towns, I had actually watched the movie prior to reading the book. The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones film was released in 2013, starring Lily Collins (one of my favourite celebrity) and Jamie Campbell Bower. The movie adaptation is not bad but because they had to keep things relatively short, a portion of the plot in the book was altered to cater to the time limitation of the movie. So, if you want to be able to get a full experience of Clary Fray’s life story, it is best that you read the book. Please note that this book is the first out of five in the series. Now, that might seem like a lot because let’s be honest who in the world has that much time to read an entire series? But, trust me, one book does not feel like a lot because of how interesting it is. There’s a plot twist in the first book that will have you contemplating Clary’s decision and you don’t want to miss it. If you’re wondering what in the world is a plot twist, I got you. A plot twist is a literary technique that introduces a radical change in the direction or expected outcome of the plot in a work of fiction. If it happens near the end of a story, it is known as a twist or surprise ending. I do not want to spoil the entire plot but let’s just say that one of Clary’s decision is illegal in many countries. Anyway, the twist is not the only reason you should be reading this book. As mentioned above, it is a fantasy novel but it’s not really your typical fantasy book. We’re so used to werewolves and vampires but this novel combines everything you ever wanted: from demons to vampires, to even angels. That combination might look like it’s a disaster but believe me, it’s well-thought of and is brilliantly written so you don’t feel like it’s too much. City of Bones is a great introduction to the series and I believe that it’s worth the read (and the money!).

#book reccs #book review #booklover #books #book and coffee #booklr #books & libraries #bookworm #Spotify

[sheffran]

Jonah Sheffield

Actor: N/A (canon)

(AU): Patrick Dempsey

Basics:

Birthday: May, 1999 (same day as the twins parents wedding anniversary)

Age: Newborn (canon S6)

AU:

6 years old (“The Sheffield Twins”)

14 years old (“Twisted Times”)

Adult in “Next Generations”

Hobbies: Canasta

Enjoys zinging his twin (that he learnt from C.C. & Niles to impress Sidney much to his parents confusion and chagrin 😈)

Sexuality: Gay 🏳️‍🌈 (😈)

Sex: Male

Nationality: English-American

Religion: Jewish-Catholic

Height: 5’2

(The same as his mother; not including her hair and heels) 😂

Home:

Manhattan, NY (formerly for a week in S6)

Beverly Hills, California (currently)

Occupation (AU):

Fashion designer (inspired by his mother’s fashionable outfits)

Romances:

Sidney Babcock (😈)

_________________________________

Family:

Mother: Fran Sheffield

Father: Maxwell Sheffield

(twin) sister: Eve Sheffield

(half) Sister: Grace Sheffield

(half) Sister: Maggie Sheffield

(half) Brother: Brighton Sheffield

Extended:

Mom’s side:

Great zayde: Jonah Samuel

Great great bubbe: Yetta Rosenberg

Bubbe: Sylvia Fine

Great aunt: Freida Fine

Grandfather: Morty Fine

Aunt: Nadine Cooperman

Uncle: Barry Cooperman

Cousin(s): ???

Dad’s side:

Great grandmother: Eve Catherine

Grandfather: James Sheffield (✝️)

Grandmother: Elizabeth Sheffield

Aunt: Jocelyn Sheffield

Uncle: Nigel Sheffield

Aunt: Conception

Other:

“Aunt”: C.C Babcock

“Uncle”: Niles

“Cousin”: Sid/Syd (AU)

(foster) Sister: Mei-Ling

“Aunt”: Val Toriello

_________________________________

Nicknames:

Jamuel (by his friends)

J-Man (“

Jon

Jonny

Joe(y)

JoJo

J-Dawg

Stonah

Dempsey

Honey, angel, sweetheart etc (by his mother)

Son (by his father)

Master Jonah (by Niles)

Bro/brother (by Eve)

The-One-That-Looks-Like-A-Male-Version-of-Fran (by C.C.)

Fran & Maxwell’s Offaspring N0. 2

The Second Wonder Twin

The Smart One

Curly Hair

Brown Eyes

Mister Sheffield (by teachers & Niles)

_________________________________

Appearance/ personality:

Jonah has the same hair colouring as his mother, brunette, and dark brown, soulful and inquisitive, hues (that he could almost get away with anything 😜)

But he would also have the same shape and length as Maxwell’s hairstyle as well as his nose (confirmed) and poor eyesight.

He also loved to wear some of his mother’s iconic outfits, he was a child, and liked to play dress up in them before deciding that he wants to be something like a fashion designer or a Broadway producer inspired by his parents former occupations

How would you describe Jonah’s personality?

* Expressive

* Conservative (mentioned)

AU:

* Boisterous

* Visionary

Other (much more like his father):

Jonah would have had Maxwell’s formality and sophisticated characteristics, but, when he’s stressed out (AU) he tends to drift in and out of both the English and New Yorker accent

He has his father’s density in certain situations, but also has, his intellect and education

He tends to use last names firsthand in a professional manner and places his hands behind his back (probably because he’s seen his father do it so many times and has adopted it)

He has that British stiffness when it comes to emotions and sentimentality (unless he’s with the right person romantically)

He can be vain

He loves lobster and shrimp (which is ironic considering his twin is allergic to it 😂)

He uses chapstick the same way his mother does to her lipstick

He can be quite defiant, which he could have learned from his older brother Brighton (considering he’s supposed to have his father’s personality 😂)

He tries his best and studies really hard and gets A+ grades (unfortunately, unlike his sister)

He’s a morning person

He actually knocks on his father’s office door before entering the premises

He doesn’t like pranks and likes to be taken seriously and analyse the facts of the situation before having an opinion on something

He’s very good at singing (😈)

#gif taken out of context 😜 #fran and maxwell sheffield #my take on the twins 😁 #like father like son 🧬 #charles shaughnessy #patrick dempsey #sheffield family #jonah sheffield #fraternal twins #the nanny gifs #fran drescher #married life

[alexanderlightweight]

Ooooh it's wednesday again! okay so i love institut alec, it's sooo intriging. So i was just wondering if i could ask for some more in that au

here is some more! thank you for the prompt i hope you enjoy

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“And just what were you thinking?” Alec asks as he seethes with fury, pacing in front of the three, still shackled hunters.

“My mother—” The little one says, and Alec swears he’s never heard such an annoying or vastly repeated phrase before.

“Jocelyn Fairchild is not a priority within these halls.”  Alec says with a fury he is sure is obvious.  “If you want your mother retrieved so badly, then you will go to Idris and petition the clave to support you and send their own teams.  My shadowhunters are not here for you to order about so freely.  

“We are the protectors of New York, not of a traitor to Idris and a former shadowhunter.  I will not let my people be used so callously for your own vendetta.  You have created strife among my territory with every one of your thoughtless actions and nearly started a war between every faction of the shadowworld.  The mortal Cup is a priority of the clave, it is not a priority of this Institute.”

“We can’t leave! I need to be here for Simon, and for Luke!”

“You should have thought about that before you buried him on hallowed and divinely blessed ground.” 

Jace and Izzy both pale and he knows they’ve suddenly remembered all the lessons they oh-so-conveniently forgot the night before.

“Now, what is this about a Luke?” 

What follows is even more frustrating and Alec is not old enough to deal with this level of ridiculousness. 

Alec allows for no arguments, every single fact or accusation thrown at him by Clary and two of his best shadowhunters he ignores.  He doesn’t care how they want to twist their duties, or how they want to claim the need to help her.  He’s spoken and he’s made his decision.  

Perhaps he would have listened, if a mundane hadn’t already died.  If the New York vampire clan wasn’t in the middle of an upheaval of power, if he didn’t now know that the alpha of the New York pack just changed in a bid of power.

If the High Warlock of Brooklyn hadn’t been forced to show his hand. 

Change is happening, too quickly for him to do more than brace himself for the coming torrent.  New York is going to be vulnerable, now more than ever.  And whether Valentine is actually alive, or if it’s just his followers gathering back together, Alec has a duty.  

Clary is the least of his concerns, her mother even less so. 

If Jocelyn Fairchild were never to wake again and the Mortal Cup lost forever, Alec would be relieved.  

Instead, its presence has surfaced and suddenly everyone hunts for it in a desperate bid for more power.  The tools of the angels were not gifted to the nephilim out of grace, but out of an angel’s curiosity.  

Nephilim were not born, they were made.  A machination of an angel’s attempt to emulate their god, of course they would fall so far from the pedestal they were born on.

So, Alec gathers up the three of them and he personally escorts them to the portal there and shoves them through.

It’s time for him to clean up their mess.

One last time.

As thanks for a gift they will never know they gave.

#alec lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunters #malec #lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #shadowhunters au

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word vomitting all over the internet tonight anyway so might as well share with everyone that i finished schitt’s creek today. it took me like 3 tries to get into this show over the last few years and there were parts/times that did not enjoy really at all, but now i kinda get it.

#schitt’s creek #my opinions are these: #david and patrick and stevie: wonderful amazing love it could be whole show #alexis: just the worst and never really got that much better imo #johnny and moira: they grew on me and he came to be charming she was fun to laugh at (occasionally with) #jocelyn: lovely wonderful angel #twyla: deserved more screentime!! #ted: when he came back talk about character development so cute tooooo good for alexis glad he spread his wings #roland: came fuck off forever and ever i know he’s supposed to be Like That but it was uncomfy and annoying and rarely amusing #abby talks

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Tenderly ~ A.L.

A/n: I am furthering my Jimon/Clizzy agenda into this and I have NO REMORSE. I am also furthering my poly agenda as well, you’re welcome <3 This is a bit messy but I just REALLY wanted to do a request sooooo oop!

Request: “Alec light wood male reader #50” by anon from this prompt list

MASTERLIST

~ A kiss out of love ~

It had been a rollercoaster.

Ever since Clary Fray had been thrown into the world of the Shadowhunters, not a single person she knew had caught a second of a break.

First, she developed feelings for the distant, closed off Jace. As traumatized as he was, and with how badly as he was handling it, he still found room to fall in love with her in return. Even as it terrified it, he didn’t... stop it. It was magical for both of them. It was a rush. Something bright and wonderful in a dark storm that suffocated both of them.

And then they found out they were siblings.

Then Clary and Simon started dating, and that went sideways VERY quickly. Even without Maya in the picture, it was just one train wreck after another.

Even when Clary and Jace found out they weren’t siblings (a twist that was worst than the first honestly, as she had come to find comfort in him that way) there was still a weirdness between them. Jace had spiraled and Clary had vowed no more boys because there was too much going on already to factor in romance on top of everything.

Enter Izzy Lightwood.

For the first time, Clary finally had her head on her shoulders. Izzy was comforting and stabilizing and centering. There was deep understanding in the other girl, and they could just be themselves with each other. No crazy drama or complications, no tears of friend zoning or months of thinking they were related. They formed a friendship first, and got close through that. When they started dating, it was the best thing for both of them.

For once, it was not an extra layer to the drama around them. It was a relief from it.

Jace was crushed of course. He was determined that he was in love with Clary, and could never find any kind of love with any other kind of person. She was it for him, so on and so forth.

Teenagers, right?

Alec had to laugh as he watched Jace and Simon spar. When Jace booped Simon’s nose, that dumb grin on his face, Alec knew that the blonde boy was a goner.

Of course, Alec understood where Jace had been coming from. The entire time he watched his siblings struggle with their love lives, he struggled with his own as well. First it had been years pining from way too close over Jace, who he had initially thought to be straight, and then had been proven wrong. Now he understood that Jace saw Alec the same way Clary saw Jace. Not a blood sibling, but a comforting sibling relationship that was cherished. Essential. One that would never be anything else.

It had sucked at first, but he had moved on as well. He had come to find the value in their brotherly bond as well. Now he was with Magnus Chase, and honestly he couldn’t have been happier. He was glad that things had played out exactly as they had.

Well. Most things, at least.

The second he had met Y/n, he had been determined to hate the man, the same way Alec hated Clary and Simon. Y/n was their friend, introduced to them through Jocelyn. He wasn’t a warlock, or demon or angel related at all; Y/n had learned magic the hard way - through years of hard study. When he had saved Jocelyn In a tight situation, he had rushed to her aid. After proving his humanity to her, she had been inclined to pile on the protection she had put onto Clary.

Of course, Jocelyn hadn’t told him that at the time. He hadn’t known Clary was a Shadowhunter until the truth had come out the way it had. He had kept his secret as a magic user and kept an entire side of himself separate the same way he always did with his mundane friends.

Now they were here.

The thing was, Y/n had wormed his way into Alec’s heart faster than anyone else. He worked hard and respected boundaries. He listened to orders, even if he didn’t want to, because he had a strong sense of duty and an understanding that he would make life harder for other people. He had a respect for rules and how they protected the people around him. Alec understood Clary and Jace’s distaste of them and how most people saw rules as restricting. He respected that view point. It was still nice to have someone who got it it, though. Someone who treasured rules.

Y/n was a good fighter too. He and Alec didn’t spar with weapons, but in mini battle. Y/n fought with magic, not a knife or a sword, and he was a very creative mind. He was good at throwing Alec off and being unpredictable. It was incredibly affective for field training, and also allowed for a space where Alec would lose and it wouldn’t be catastrophic. He didn’t have to be perfect with Y/n. They could rest, and then get some food and play chest, or take a second to be alone and read a book or catch up on work.

Y/n was the go-to for drawing up reports that Alec didn’t attend for one reason or another. He was organized, and focused.

Alec admired him. He enjoyed being around him. He... he...

He had a boyfriend.

Fuck.

It was more obvious than ever than his growing affection wasn’t just platonic when he was ranting about how a mission recently had gone a little askew to Magnus, who wore a constant Cheshire smile. One that was full of teasing playfulness.

Alec finally smiled, raising an eyebrow. “What is that look for?”

Magnus didn’t hesitate to respond, “I was just wondering if I should be jealous of this magician of yours or not.”

Hearing Y/n referred to as his made Alec’s heart pick up in his chest. He sucked in a soft breath, eyes moving away. Suddenly he was tense and awkward. Guilty. “It’s not like that.”

The reaction took Magnus aback. “Oh my god, Alec, you really like him. Like, really really.”

Alec wasn’t sure exactly what that meant. Did Magnus know Alec liked Y/n and hadn’t been threatened by it, passing it off as some school ground crush or enjoying a refreshing new development? Something that would fade and not to be worried about? Would that be normal, or one of those things Magnus had once been bothered by but after centuries and centuries, had simply moved past? Maybe he had been joking and was only just now realizing Alec really did have feelings for Y/n. Would he be angry? Would he break up with him? Was Alec a bad person?

All he could think was to blurt: “I haven’t done anything. We- I don’t want to, because you’re more important to me.” He swallowed the panic he was choking on.

The sweetest of smiles rested in on Magnus’ face. “Oh, my Love, I know. I’m not jealous or upset at you. Honestly I think you two are perfection.” He paused a second, his lips twisting more into a smirk. “Alexander, have you ever heard of polyamory?”

In all honesty, he absolutely had not. “Vaguely. We don’t talk about it much, but-“ he shrugged, trying to hide just how inexperienced with romance and relationships he was.

Unfortunately, Magnus seemed to see through it as he always did. “Of course. Well, if you ever did want to date more than just me, I wouldn’t mind that. I’ve been in plenty of healthy and wonderful, open relationships before. It would take some work but-“

Alec’s eyes widened. “Are you telling me to go for it?”

That made Magnus’s teasing surface again. “I’m saying, there is a LOT of life to live. Even for you, who won’t live as long as I will. I have a lot of dating experience, and you don’t. If you wanted some other experience in this lifetime, I would never hold you back from going after it. As long as the man was good to you and the relationship was good, and you told me about it before, you know basic good communication so I know what’s going on. Why would I be apposed to you being happy to the fullest extent?”

Alec sat there for a second, mulling over it. “I just don’t want you to think that you’re not enough for me.”

That seemed to touch Magnus very deeply. “You remind me constantly. But that’s not what this is about. Forming a romantic relationship with anyone is always about experiencing love in a way you need or want. Most relationships fail because they’re based on just attraction, which fades with time. People also have this misconception that all you need is love itself. But that’s not true. You need someone who loves you the right way. Some love languages might clash; you may love someone deeply, but if they hate the way you show love and affection, dissatisfaction grows and that can get messy.

“You get different things from different people. Sometimes people can be just fine with that difference coming from a single partner and friends or family. Sometimes people date multiple people.” Magnus shrugged. “There’s no right or wrong way to do it. I myself am the kind of person who prefers to only date one person at a time, but like I said before - I’ve had plenty of partners who aren’t that way. And if it’s done right, that’s fine.”

Alec felt a weight lift off of his chest. “So I’m not a bad person?”

Magnus shook his head. “You stayed loyal, and dedicated. You kept every single promise you ever made to me. Your feelings can’t be controlled - but your actions can be. And that’s what you checked. That’s all that matters.”

Leaning forward, he kissed Magnus passionately. “I love you so much.”

Magnus chuckled brightly. “I love you too. Now go get your other man.” He winked and then turned away to his work, giving Alec extra incentive to leave right then and there.

So he did.

Pulling Y/n aside and explaining the situation was the hardest part. They had a long talk after that, but that part was actually very easy. Y/n asked all the question Alec had been wondering about but was told scared to ask, and together they worked out all the details and clarified all the worries.

Soon they were on their first date, and then establishing boundaries within the relationship and having bonding moments between the three of them. Magnus and Y/n were plenty fine just staying friends, to no shock from Alec.

Days turned to weeks turned to months and Alec sat on the couch with his boyfriends and thought back to a time before this. When he had been so deep in the closet, so hidden and ashamed of who he was. When he had stood on an alter with Lydia, facing a future that made him ill to the core of his very soul. Now, he wasn’t only openly and proudly himself - he was in love two times over and twice as happy for it.

He had long since stopped watching the movie, so he didn’t have any worry now about looking away from the screen to kiss Magnus on the forehead. Then he turned to Y/n, grinning. “I love you. Both of you.”

Y/n lifted his head off of Alec’s shoulder, grinning. “You know I love you too.” Alec did know somehow, even though this was the very first time either of them had said it to each other. Then they kissed, and when they did it was so different, so wonderful. So perfect.

Magnus had been right. With him, Alec’s love and relationship was like a firework. Hot and loud and explosive. Rushing blood and screaming at the tip of your lungs and laughing with your full chest as you ran through a dark hallway. Knocking things over as you fumbled around a room you weren’t paying attention to because you were lost in a heated kiss. Fumbling hands and quick, teasing quips. Intense and passionate and new and wonderful. Summertime. Hot cocoa on a cold day. Sunshine on your skin.

With Y/n, it was so very different. In all the way Magnus pulled Alec out of his shell and set him on fire, sometimes Alec needed to catch his breath. Izzy, Clary, and Jace were all too fast paced for him and even Simon couldn’t keep up with him for long. Sometimes Alec needed the cold side of the pillow, and ice cream on his tongue. Sweet and soft and calming. Comforting. Familiar. Y/n was so similar to him, speaking in quiet but confident tones and offering small smiles and ghosting touches and fleeting sideways looks. Loving Y/n was like a soft breeze through tall grass, and skipping stones across a pond. Jumping into cool water on a hot day. Sleeping in a little longer. Sitting down next to a fireplace with a really nice book. Singing to yourself while cleaning or cooking. The smell of cooking treats in the kitchen - the kind that Y/n always made for him.

Each man did offer him something very different, any yet equally wonderful. And he loved them both.

None of them would have had it any other way.

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Male readers tag: @stuckoutsideofthebox

#Alec Lightwood #shadowhunters #alec lightwood x reader #alec lightwood imagine #shadow hunters imagine #shadow hunters x reader #male reader #Alec Lightwood x male reader #shadowhunters x male reader

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ok but “Mine” by Taylor Swift is literally Sizzy’s song from Isabelle’s POV let me explain

 “Mine” is about a girl who had parents with an extremely unhappy relationship

 which resulted in the girl to guard her heart and believe that everyone who walks in will leave —which is literally Isabelle Lightwood

“you fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter” is obvious evidence of this 

So is “wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts”

“do you remember how it felt sitting there by the water”

 -I cannot express how fitting this is because some people joke about Star Wars being Sizzy’s symbol of love, but I think it’s water because almost everytime their relationship took an important turn, they were by a lake.

the first time was when they went to summon the angel Raziel and Simon survived. Izzy thought she had lost Simon, but she didn’t.

The second was at Jocelyn and Luke’s wedding on Luke’s farm when Simon lost his memories and he just got them back.

 The gang went down to the lake and sat there, and Izzy and Simon had there moment, and that’s literally how the TMI series ended.

The last was by the lake in Idris—Simon and Izzy’s first real date after he got his memories back. “Isabelle gazed out at the impossibly smooth water. “This place reminds me of Luke’s farm,” she said softly. “Me too,” he said. In that other life, the one he barely remembered, he and Clary had spent many long, happy days at Luke’s summer house upstate, splashing in the lake, lying in the grass, naming the clouds. Isabelle turned to him. Simon’s jacket was spread out between them as an improvised picnic blanket. It was a small jacket—not very much distance for him to cross, if he wanted to reach her. He’d never wanted anything more. “I think about it a lot,” Izzy said. “The farm, the lake.” “Why?”  Her voice softened. “Because that was where I almost lost you—where I was sure I would lose you. But I got you back.”

the other version of the lyric later is “Do you remember all the city lights on the water?” gives me SUCH TMI vibes because the gang literally lives in NY, which is the citiest city that exists.

“We’re gonna make it now” 

#sizzy #simon lewis #simon lovelace #isabelle lightwood #tmi series #the mortal instruments #tales of the shadowhunter academy #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #taylor swift #taylor swift songs #tsc songs #cassie clare #cassandra clare #original post

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In Dreams Begin (Jessa wedding story)

Obviously written by Cassandra Clare. I own no rights to this. This was included in first editions of The Lost Book of the White by her and Wesley Chu. It tells the story of Jem Carstairs and Tessa Gray’s wedding and explains why no one remembers it.

Unfortunately it does include some spoilers from LBW so if you have not read it yet, I don’t recommend reading it. Otherwise, enjoy :)

~~~

Magnus Bane was scheming.

         To an untrained observer, the High Warlock of Brooklyn wouldn’t look like he was doing much of anything at all. For one thing, he was wearing purple silk pajamas. For another thing, he was in bed, leaning back against a pile of pillows with a spell book open in his lap.

         Beside him, Alec Lightwood was stretched out on his side, deeply asleep. Earlier that day, Alec had taken their son, Max, to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. This had been at Magnus’s request—he wanted Max to have ample opportunity to tire himself out before bedtime. It worked almost too well. Max had made fast friends with a werewolf toddler named Eliza, and the two of them tore around the gardens blissfully for about three hours straight, Max crawling while Eliza ran, albeit unsteadily. Eliza’s mother had been quite surprised the first time Max levitated. Luckily, he was glamoured so only she and Alec noticed.

         Though not possessed of much vocabulary, Eliza clearly wanted Max to levitate her as well. Fortunately, Max did not yet have that sort of skill. Alec and Max returned home happy, covered in mud, and—best of all—exhausted. Magnus really wanted them all to sleep through the night.

         Magnus shifted position and peered across the room at the mantel clock atop the dresser, a hideous thing covered in putti that Ragnor had given him years ago. The room was lit only by a candle that burned with a blue flame on the table beside him, but he could make out the numbers. It was one forty-five a.m. Surely that was late enough. Surely even the Shadowhunters and Downworlders of the West Coast would be turning in. He’d given Catarina and Jem and Tessa a heads-up, after all, and as for the Blackthorns and Emma Carstairs, they were kids! And not even babies, with their bizarre and erratic relationship to sleep. Surely the would be asleep by now, worn out from running around on the beach or whatever it was that the residents of the Los Angeles Institute did all day. Yes, it was time.

         Snuggling a little farther under the blanket, Magnus looked fondly over at Alec’s sleeping form, his black hair like spilled ink across the ivory pillowcase. He closed his book and set it on the bedside table. He mentally reached within, feeling about for a particular pocket of magic folded away deep inside, a self-contained bubble. I had been two weeks since he’d been freed from the influence of the Svefnthorn, and while the markings on his skin had faded, his teeth had shrunk back to their normal size, and the overcharged magic of the artifact had left his system, this one reserve of magical energy had lingered.

         At first, Magnus had considered hanging on to it as a sort of insurance policy. A little extra magic went a long way, especially when the magic was this potent, and Magnus was quite certain that he and Alec and their friends would have plenty more dangers to face in the years to come. That was their job, after all. But clinging to the magic out of fear of imagined dangers didn’t feel good. It felt like letting demons have a small victory over him, playing right into their scaly, demonic hands. No, instead he had resolved to use the power in a decidedly un-demon-sanctioned manner—to create joy.

         Magnus shut his eyes. Oneiromancy, the study and practice of dream magic, had never been one of his specialties. But with the added kernel of power from the Sveftnthorn, he felt quite confident that he could pull of this one feat, even as complex as it was. The trickiest part, it seemed to him, was holding himself in that drowsy state between waking and sleeping, while maintaining enough awareness to cast the spell. He lay back against the pillows, letting his eyelids flutter shut for just a moment….

~~~

When Magnus opened his eyes again, he was standing in the middle of Blackfriars Bridge, the panorama of London spread out around him in all directions.

         He took a deep breath of river-tasting air. The sky was a dark violet, the sun only just beginning to rise. There was no traffic, which was a distinct advantage to throwing a party on a dream bridge rather than on the real thing. There was a warm breeze in the air, and the Thames danced beneath it, silvery in the dawn light. Had he ever noticed wind in a dream before? Magnus wasn’t sure. He admired the view from the bridge—it seemed just about right, though he hadn’t been here for a couple decades. Perhaps some ugly new construction had taken place since then, but who would fault him for omitting that?

         “Magnus!”

         He turned and saw two figures hurrying toward him. It was Tessa and Jem, both in what Magnus assumed was their pajamas. Tessa’s were gray with white rabbits on them. Jem’s were dark-green-and-navy-blue plaid. They were barefoot, but that wouldn’t matter on a dream bridge. He started to smile as they got closer and he could see that they were both giddy and laughing, a hint of disbelief on their faces.

         Tessa threw her arms around him, knocking him off-balance. He marveled at how solid and real she felt.

         “It’s working!” she said in wonder.

         “A magical discipline unexplored is always worth exploring,” Magnus said, stepping back. “I may be late to the game with oreiromancy, but I plan to make up for my tardiness all at once, right now. Is that what your planning to wear to your wedding?”

         “It’s not traditional, but neither was the yellow cotton shirt dress I wore for the courthouse wedding. And I do love bunnies,” said Tessa. “I’m all right with it if Jem is.”

         “I would marry you if you were wearing a barrel,” said Jem.

         “But why would I be wearing a barrel?” said Tessa.

         They were both grinning at each other stupidly. Magnus decided something needed to be done; he wasn’t sure how long his magic would hold out.

         “I won’t have it!” he said. “If I’m to throw you a dream wedding, you must be properly dressed for the occasion. It’s in my contract. I do hope you read the fine print.”

         He snapped his fingers, and Jem’s pajamas were replaced by an exquisitely cut black suit. Magnus aimed for something that suggested the style of the Shadowhunter gear Jem had worn long ago, in the first years he knew Tessa. Wedding runes were intricately embroidered on the lapels in gold thread. As Jem marveled at the excellent fit, Magnus turned his attention to Tessa.

         “I know,” he said, “a wedding dress is a highly personal choice. But as our other guests will be arriving momentarily, and time is of the essence, I’m going to take a stab at it.”

         “You have my express permission,” Tessa said.

         Magnus snapped his fingers again, and the Tessa was wearing a beautiful sleeveless gown of pale silver, with a full skirt that reminded Magnus of the first time he’d met her, at a vampire ball. A couple more flicks of his fingers, and her hair rearranged itself beautifully into an updo, with a few tendrils loose around her face. One more gesture, and Tessa’s familiar jade pendant appeared around her neck—as did the pearl bracelet she always wore, a gift from Will on their thirtieth anniversary.

         Tessa looked startled, reaching up to touch her hair, then brushing her hands over the gown. “How do I look?”

         Jem looked very young again as he gazed at her, his dark eyes full of emotion. “Ni hen piao liang,” he whispered. You are very beautiful.

         Magnus turned away to give them a moment—and felt familiar arms close around him.

         Alec kissed Magnus on his forehead—being slightly shorter than Magnus, he had to pull Magnus down a bit to do it, which Magnus didn’t mind at all—and muttered, “You’re a sentimental bastard, aren’t you?” in his ear.

         But he was grinning all over his face as he turned to greet Tessa and Jem, congratulating them. They both looked delighted to see him.

         “So let me get this straight,” Alec said. “You, me, Tessa, and Jem will all remember this with perfect recall. For the other guests, they’ll remember it at first, but then it will fade away, the way dreams do?”

         “That is correct. They won’t recall it the way we will, but their souls will be present, and glad for it. Well, mostly glad for it,” Magnus said.

         “What do you mean, ‘mostly’?” Jem said nervously.

         “I mean that I’m not sure how Church will feel about the whole thing.”

         “Church!” Alec and Jem exclaimed at the same time, and turned to see the grumpy Persian cat sauntering toward them down the center of the bridge.

         Tessa laughed. “Well, he does sleep twenty hours a day. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised.”

         “I took the liberty of adding him to the guest list you gave me,” Magnus said. “I’m trying to get on his good side.”

         “Why?” Alec asked, incredulous. “He’s a cat.”

         “So he won’t hate me forever when I do this.” Magnus snapped his fingers, and a silver bow in the same fabric as Tessa’s dress appeared around Church’s neck. Church’s eyes widened for a moment. Then he sat down, and after a moment, became very focused on cleaning his front paw.

         “Now,” Magnus said, “I simply must get this bridge decorated.”

         “It’s decorated perfectly,” said a voice from behind him. Turning, he saw Clary, who was holding Max. Behind her was Jace, followed by Isabelle and Simon, who were leaning together, whispering conspiratorially. Jocelyn and Luke were there, looking slightly unkempt, and Magnus remembered that they were in the process of remodeling a barn at Luke’s farm so Jocelyn could expand her painting studio. Ragnor and Catarina had also appeared, as well as a whole gaggle of kids—the Blackthorn clan. Julian and Helen, Tiberius and Livia, Drusilla and Octavian. Emma Carstairs was with them, though she broke away from the group immediately, running to hug Clary. They were the same height now, Magnus noticed with amusement. Max had escaped from Clary and was riding on Alec’s shoulders now, babbling a story to Helen Blackthorn and her wife, Aline. They looked very amused, though it was unlikely they understood even a quarter of what he said.

         Maryse and Kadir were there too, already deep in conversation with Jocelyn and Luke. Kadir hadn’t been on the guest list Jem and Tessa had given Magnus, because they didn’t really know him, but Magnus had added him as Maryse’s plus-one. It never hurt to butter up your boyfriend’s mother, especially when she was willing to babysit for days at a time.

         A couple Silent Brothers had appeared—Enoch? Shadrach? Magnus was slightly embarrassed to admit that they all looked alike to him, now that Jem was no longer counted among their number as Brother Zachariah. Magnus hadn’t known if the Gregori would be able to attend, since they didn’t normally sleep. One of them—Enoch?—inclined his hooded head slightly at Magnus, acknowledging this mad thing he was doing as worthwhile. At least that was how Magnus chose to interpret the gesture.

         Octavian was climbing Jace like a jungle gym. Clary was talking with Julian and Emma, while Tiberius stood near his older brother, looking around at London with fierce curiosity in his gray eyes. Livia and Drusilla were perched on the railing of the bridge, Livia chatting animatedly with Simon and Isabelle, Drusilla looking around shyly. Catarina went to lean beside her, asking her a question. Magnus looked at the motley assortment of clothing on the assembled group. Mostly casual, though there were more pajamas as well. Magnus made two sweeping gestures, and all at once everyone was looking very sharp in formal attire. Even better, they barely seemed to notice the change. Magnus was impressed. Oneiromancy—who knew!

         A hand gripped his arm. It was Tessa, who looked close to tears. “Magnus. I can’t believe you’re doing this for us. I…” She trailed off, at a loss for words.

         Magnus regarded her fondle. “Tessa, most people’s idea of a dream wedding is not a literal dream wedding. But since yours is, I am happy to oblige. Shall we get this show on the road?”

         Jem and Tessa took their places on either side of Magnus, and the guests gathered around. The sun had climbed well above the horizon, casting rays of warm light between the long shadows of the wedding guests.

         “Dear friends,” Magnus said to Jem and Tessa, “we are honored to share this moment with you, and I am doubly honored to be given the chance to speak. Several hundred years ago I got very drunk and woke up as ordained minister. Today I have decided that doing so was a wise choice after all.”

         Jocelyn snorted, then looked embarrassed. Luke grinned at her.

         “Joking aside, it is impossible to stand here with you all and not feel that there is some greater plan at work, some greater force that has brought these two souls across more than a century to be joined as one.”

         Clary’s eyes were glistening. Jace reached into his pocket and offered her what looked like a handkerchief but was more likely a soft cloth for polishing blades. She gave a wry smile of recognition, and sniffled into it.

         “I debated which customs to follow in officiating this wedding,” Magnus went on. “Whether to conduct a Shadowhunter ceremony, or a warlock ceremony, or even a mundane ceremony, for many worlds have been united in the two of you. But none of these traditions seemed quite appropriate on their own. So I’ve attempted to tailor a ceremony that will honor your unique paths.”

         Magnus nodded to Jem, who reached into his pocket and produced a gold ring. Jem had requested a single word etched around the outside of it: Mizpah.

         “It has been said,” said Magnus, “that when two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze. Theresa Gray, are you at one with James Carstairs in your inmost heart?”

         Tessa’s eyes were wide, her face serious as she gazed at Jem. “I am,” she said, offering her hand to him. He slid the ring onto her finger.

         The Magnus nodded at Tessa, who produced another ring, this one from thin air. Magnus had to suppress the grin that threatened to break his calm officiant expression. It delighted him that Tessa was engaging in a small amount of oneiromancy herself, and Jem looked as pleased by it as Magnus felt. This ring was the exact match of the first, and he knew what it said as well: May the Angel watch between me and thee when we are absent from one another.

         “James Carstairs—Ke Jian Ming—are you at one with Theresa Gray in your inmost heart?”

         “I am,” Jem said, delight visible in his dark eyes. Tessa put the ring on him, and they stood for a moment, holding hands and smiling at each other like they couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

         “For I am persuaded,” said Magnus, and Jem and Tessa both looked up at him, recognizing a piece of the old Shadowhunter wedding ceremony, though he had altered the wording, “that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor demons, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate these two.” He stretched out his arms. “Therefore I am overjoyed to declare this marriage consecrated, here in the presence of your friends and family. Tessa Gray and Jem Carstairs, you are married, and the world is better for it. You may kiss each other, not that you really need my permission.”

         The assembled crowd cheered as Jem and Tessa kissed, a kiss that had been long delayed. The kiss continued, and Magnus slowly backed away, joining the cheering audience. “Let’s give them a moment,” he said, and happy chatter swelled around him.

         Magnus noted that Alec was looking very foxy in his Armani suit, laughing with Maryse. Ragnor and Catarina were cackling over something, glad to be reunited now that Ragnor didn’t have to pretend to be dead—or at least, didn’t have to pretend with them. Clary had her arm draped over Emma’s shoulders, and Jace was arguing with Simon about how to properly tie a necktie. Tiberius and Drusilla were watching this argument as though it were a tennis match. Julian had lifted Octavian up so he could look down at the river flowing by beneath. Isabelle was joking with Livia, who was giving Max a piggyback ride. It was a miraculously good wedding.

         Here they were, his friends. They’d literally gone into Hell twice with him now. He found himself reflecting on how much had changed. At first his life had felt like Magnus against the world. Then for years and years it had been Magnus, Catarina, and Ragnor against the world. Now his community was a much larger group, one that had spread wide enough that instead of Magnus and his friends against the world, it felt like Magnus and his friends, a part of the world. Probably the best part of the world.

         It was a good feeling.

         “Look!” a girl’s voice cried. It was Drusilla, pointing up into the sky, eyes wide with wonder. There was a collective gasp as the crowd saw what she had spotted. Two figures flew overhead, riding a translucent white stallion with two gold hooves and two silver. One of them was a blond boy in ragged clothes, who looked down at the Blackthorns and waved. The figure in front of him was harder to make out—a gentry faerie in clothes just as ragged, only he was as translucent as the horse. The blond boy must be Mark Blackthorn, Magnus marveled. He’d “invited” the whole family, not knowing whether those who rode with the Wild Hunt could be summoned by dream magic. He had his answer, but it came with another mystery. Who was this companion, so close to Mark that they would appear together in a dream?

         The riders made a circle overhead, while the Blackthorns shouted and waved, and Mark waved back, smiling an odd smile down at them. Then they faded away into the morning air.

         Magnus saw with relief that Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle, and Alec had all move in around the Blackthorn kids, giving them an opportunity to talk about what they had just seen—their stolen brother, visiting so briefly.

         He glanced over and saw Tessa and Jem still standing by the railing. There was a shimmer beside them, at the edge of the bridge, and the hair on the back of Magnus’s neck rose.

         He knew Will Herondale had never haunted the moral world, because he had lived and died happily and had no unfinished business among the living. While Magnus didn’t subscribe to any specific set of beliefs about reincarnation or the afterlife, he had always had a strong sense that Will was waiting on the other bank of a dark river—be it Lethe, or some other border between the living and the dead. He was there among the green grass, the sky above as dark a blue as his eyes, waiting patiently for Jem and Tessa to join him, that he might lead them by the hand to whatever wonders lay beyond the veil.

         The philosophers of ancient Greece had believed dreams and sleep to be the twin of death: Morpheus and Hades, standing side by side. And here, in that space, Magnus would not have been surprised if Will stretched out his hand to those he had loved best in life—to Jem and Tessa.

         He was, after all, a Herondale, and very stubborn.

         Alec sidled up to Magnus, leaving the Blackthorns in the capable hands of his siblings and their partners. The kids seemed to have taken Mark’s appearance as a sort of wedding favor created especially for them.

         Alec twinned an arm around Magnus’s waist and pulled him close, kissing him on the temple. “It was very kind of you to use the last of your Svefnthorn magic on this,” he said.

         Magnus leaned into Alec. “Well, it wasn’t enough magic to send us to the moon, or get us into the front row at the Alexander McQueen runway. So I figured, next best thing.”

         Alec smiled at him pointedly. “Actually, I happen to know that you did it because you are an incredibly kind person, and that is one of the many things I love about you.”

         “Oh dear,” Magnus said, turning to face him. “You know all my secrets.”

         Then they were kissing, and kissing in a magical dream turned out to be just as perfect as kissing in the waking world.

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