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If I can't have you...
I don't want anyone: James Herondale, Jesse Blackthorn
That's okay: Thomas Lightwood, Cordelia Carstairs
No one can: Grace Blackthorn
That's alright, but you have no idea what you are missing out on: Matthew Fairchild, Lucie Herondale, Anna Lightwood
I'll just sleep with your brother: Charles Fairchild
Bitch who the hell said I wanted you in the first place: Alistair Carstairs, Christopher Lightwood
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koynart · an hour ago
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Life has been meh lately so I made some colourful TLH stickers to rebel :)
Link to redbubble is in my bio!
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timesconvert · 5 hours ago
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One of my favourite things about Chain of Gold is that it’s heavily implied that the moment Henry and Charlotte moved out and Will took over as head of the institute, Tessa immediately set to redecorating the entire thing from top to bottom
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anglesherondale · 6 hours ago
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I can’t wait for the moment in Chain of Thorns when James undoubtably will recite Layla and Majnun back to Cordelia, remembering every single word she had read to him while he was sick and after all the time that has passed. It’s going to be so damn beautiful.
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Quotes and Cherries
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~ “Celaena walked and walked, until she found herself by the tree-lined shore of a lake, glaringly bright in the midday sun. She figured it was as good a spot as any as she crumpled to the mossy bank, as her arms wrapped tight around herself and she bowed over her knees. There was nothing that could be done to fix her. And she was...she was... A whimpering noise came out of her, lips trembling to hard she had to clamp down to keep the sound inside. -- She vaguely felt the light shifting on the lake. Vaguely felt the sighing wind, warm as it brushed against her damp cheeks. And heard, so soft it was as if she dreamed it, a woman's voice whispering, Why are you crying, Fireheart?... Because I am lost, she whispered onto the earth. And I do not know the way.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire 🍒🍒🍒 ~ “Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms 🍒🍒🍒 “What does that mean? he demanded. She smiled sadly. You'll figure it out. And when you do... She shook her head, knowing she shouldn't say it, but doing it anyway. When you do, I want you to remember that it wouldn't have made any difference to me. It's never made any difference to me when it came to you. I’d still pick you. I’ll always pick you.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight 🍒🍒🍒 ~“Only promise me one thing, if I do go, give us a happy ending, will you? In your book?” “I don’t believe in endings” ― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Iron 🍒🍒🍒 ~“If this were The Beautiful Cordelia, a mad but handsome duke would come staggering across the heath, but nothing ever happened as it did in books.” ― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Iron 🍒🍒🍒 ~“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.” ― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel 🍒🍒🍒 ~“Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.” ― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince 🍒🍒🍒 ~“Anyone who says women are weak is afraid they're too strong.” ― Cassandra Clare, Ghosts of the Shadow Market 🍒🍒🍒 ~“And there in front of her was Julian, his eyes and ears closed to anything but Livvy, her body cradled against his. She seemed a drift of fragile ash or snow, something impermanent that had blown into his arms accidentally: the petal of a faerie flower, the white feather of an angel's wing. The dream of a little girl, the memory of a sister reaching up her arms: Julian, Julian, carry me.” ― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows😥 🍒🍒🍒 “But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight 🍒🍒🍒 “It is not such a hard thing, is it - to die for your friends.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms 🍒🍒🍒 “She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.” ― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire 🍒🍒🍒 “Before I die, I want to...be the person I’m meant to be and have that be enough.” ― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places 🍒🍒🍒 “You have to live your life like you’ll never be sorry. It’s easier just to do the right thing from the start so there’s nothing to apologize for.” ― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places 🍒🍒🍒 “By the time we’re done, their guests have gathered outside to see the boy who must have flowers to give to the girl he loves.” ― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places 🍒🍒🍒 “I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium 🍒🍒🍒 “Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.” ― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium 🍒🍒🍒 “That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.” ― Lauren Oliver, Requiem 🍒🍒🍒 “I run for I don't know how long. Hours, maybe, or days. Alex told me to run. So I run. You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way. But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope,and without fear. I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium 🍒🍒🍒 “One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved-out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart. One day you have parents; the next day you're an orphan. One day you have a place and a path. The next day you're lost in the wilderness. And still the sun rises and clouds mass and drift and people shop for groceries and toilets flush and blinds go up and down. That's when you realize that most of it - life, the relentless mechanism of existing - isn't about you. It doesn't include you at all. It will thrust onward even after you've jumped the edge. Even after you're dead.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium 🍒🍒🍒 “Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium 🍒🍒🍒 “His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium
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ungodlyravenpuff · 13 hours ago
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Last Hours characters as Taylor Swift albums
Inspired by @carstairs-supremacy
Taylor Swift: probably Ariadne, aka Kamala. About to show the world who she is, determined, and led by stories of love and courage and faith.
Fearless: Lucie, for sure. Fearless, taking the leap, young and free and madly in love.
Speak Now: Thomas. Kind and generous, but still unsure and can hold a vicious grudge when wronged
Red: Cordelia. Love, loss, and liberty in her own mistakes, all in a lovelorn blaze of glory.
1989: Anna, who's been burned before, now with her wild fun, and heartbreaker grin, and beautifully unique honesty contrasting how often they hide their true emotions
Reputation:
Alastair (a dark exterior, but actually really loving? Character growth and rising from the ashes of an awful childhood/ adolescence? No Explanation, only Reputation was his thing. Rep is full of love, and really only has one breakup song--Getaway Car)
James (can be cutting, is always loyal. remember TIWWCHNT, Don't Blame Me, and CIWYW?)
Lover: Christopher (yes, really) because even though I hc him as aroace (and aro ppl can be in relationships, too, ofc), it's all about the different kinds of love, and his dedication to his passion is really something else. I'd add Eugenia to this, too, if I could (like, c'mon. Augustus Pounceby and DBATC, Cruel Summer? Self-love, growth and ME! -- it all lines up)
Folklore: Jesse--he's been through a lot but seen so little all at once, and his whole vibe is beautiful melancholic comfort
Evermore: Matthew. The album is about pain, heartbreak, future healing, and endings. Need I say more?
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wylan-van-sunshines · 16 hours ago
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lucie: can we go out to eat ice cream?
will: what did tessa say?
lucie: she said no
will: then why did you ask me?
lucie: cause she’s not the boss of you
will, internally: this is a trap this is a trap this is a trap this is a trap
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amillionblankpages · 17 hours ago
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james: if i punch myself and it hurts, am i weak or strong?
cordelia: strong
matthew: weak
lucie: an idiot is what you are
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amillionblankpages · 17 hours ago
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lucie: if i see a bug, i simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else to do something about it
lucie: if no on fulfills my wish, i simply never go back in there
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amillionblankpages · 17 hours ago
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lucie: sometimes i wonder if i'm hearing voices
lucie: then i remember that's the last bit of sanity i have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time
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tlh as elle woods gifs bc i watched legally blonde again and remembered how much i love her
cordelia wounding belial in chog:
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grace at the end of coi, probably:
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lucie deciding she’s going to be a writer even tho she’s a shadowhunter:
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alastair @ tmt:
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thomas at the end of coi:
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cordelia hearing james say ‘thank god’:
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cordelia when lilith revealed herself:
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Matthew: Here, I have these really stupid videos of Alistair
James: ooh use them for blackmail
Matthew: good idea! I'll blackmail him for a bag of Cheetos
James: Think bigger
Matthew: 2 bags of cheetos
James: no
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aussie-tea · a day ago
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Let’s do some maths
For example:
4 + 2 = 6
3 + 7 = 10
1 dead blackthorn sibling + 1 live blackthorn sibling + 1 herondale = necromancy
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𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬
This is very self-indulgent. 
Character Pairings: Lucelia/ Carstairs Siblings 
Cordelia dropped her pen and groaned in frustration. She aimed a pointed glare at her brother when he laughed, crumbling up her paper and tossing it at him.
From where he was laying on the couch, head on the armrest and legs slung over Thomas, he caught it nimbly and threw it into the dustbin. 
“Honestly Layla, it shouldn’t be this difficult. Just do something meaningful.”
Cordelia privately agreed. She’d known Lucie for years, known of her feelings about her for months. Perhaps that was why it was such a strenuous task. She wanted to confess but she truly had no idea how to. 
Turning, she addressed Thomas. “How did you reveal your feelings then?” 
He flushed a bit, “Properly reveal them? I gave him a poetry book I wrote in. Everything I made note of was something that reminded me of him.”
“That…” Cordelia trailed off before conceding. “Fine. That is meaningful. But Lucie despises poetry!”
Alastair sighed, pulling himself upright. “Well what does she like then?”
“She likes writing. She likes bread and butter pudding. She likes making flower crowns with me. She likes many things that do not ease my confusion whatsoever.” 
“It seems you aren’t well with romantic gestures. Invite her here for tea and just tell her.”
“I can’t do that! Alone? Absolutely not!”
Cordelia was well aware how panicked she sounded. She was far too afraid that Lucie didn’t reciprocate what she felt. When she voiced this, Alastair rolled his eyes and Thomas laughed with disbelief. 
“Well,” Thomas interjected now, “We could stay here. I doubt it would do much for romance but we can make ourselves scarce.”
Cordelia nodded readily, feeling relief wash over her. She knew she was being ridiculous but she couldn’t help the uncomfortable flutter and the horror of losing Lucie because of her foolish feelings. She pulled a fire message out, something Christopher asked them to test. She warily held it a little ways away from her hair before sending it off. She received a response a few minutes later, her eyes scanning quickly over Lucie’s agreement to meet. 
She took a deep breath, not noticing she was crushing the light green details of her dress until she felt Alastair’s fingers gently pry them off.
“You’ll be fine Cordelia.” He was kneeling on the chair next to her, traces of humor gone from his face. “I know you can’t see it, but we can all tell how strongly you feel for each other.”
She nodded slowly, before offering him a smile. “Should we bake something then?”
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Cordelia balanced the bowl on her lap as a knock sounded from the front door. Thomas went to receive it, as Cordelia tried to brush off some of the flour from her face. It was a hopeless attempt really but it provided as a distraction as anticipation built up inside of her. 
“Cordelia!” Lucie squealed when she made her way into the kitchen. 
She didn’t seem to mind the flour at all, wrapping her arms around Cordelia, lingering long enough for Cordelia’s face to flood with heat. Lucie pulled away, looking a bit breathless as she surveyed the mess on the counter.
“Are we baking?” She said, starting to twist her hair back.
“We aren’t supposed to be,” Alastair interjected from where he and Thomas were cutting thin slices of fruit. “Cordelia’s just a dreadful baker and sets back our progress.”
“That’s perfectly okay. Eugenia and Christopher almost burned Aunt Cecily and Uncle Gabriel’s house down when they made a cake.”
Lucie leaned over to grab a stirrer, the tops of her hair brushing Cordelia’s neck. Oh dear, Cordelia thought wanly to herself.
“Eugenia and Christopher tend to do that wherever they go,” Alastair responded, giving Cordelia a pointed look when Lucie’s head was turned.
Cordelia vigorously shook her head no, she was absolutely not in a state to confess anything. She turned her attention back to the bowl, pretending she couldn’t hear her brother’s long suffering sigh. They were making some sort of cake with fruit but truthfully Cordelia couldn’t be bothered trying to perfect the recipe. 
Pouring the batter into the pan she attempted to focus on what Lucie, Thomas and Alastair were discussing. She felt a tug on her dress, and Lucie moved closer, carefully placing the fruit onto the batter. 
“Well!” Alastair said, gesturing meaningfully with his hands. “We will leave you to clean up. We have to go upstairs.”
“To look at his daggers!” Thomas added when Lucie furrowed her eyebrows.
“Why are they acting strange?” She questioned when they exited. 
Cordelia sighed and took one of Lucie’s hands, the only thing urging her to talk was the way Lucie’s pulse sped up under her touch. Lucie ceased talking, her bright blue eyes blown wide, the pupil expanding quickly. Cordelia was quite a bit taller, causing her to crane her neck back so they could… well stare at each other. Moving hesitantly, Cordelia moved to brush a curl from Lucie’s face. 
“I need to tell you something,” she started uncertainly, her voice hushed and unsteady.
Lucie’s lips pulled up into a small smile but she didn’t speak.
“You know already don’t you?”
“I do now,” she breathed, looping her arms around Cordelia’s neck and pulling her down so their foreheads could press together.
Cordelia laced her fingers through hers when Lucie pulled back, a grin spreading across her face. “I suppose Thomas and Alastair were right.”
“That’s why they’ve been so awkward? I was afraid something had happened.” 
Lucie reached into the basket she’d brought with her as she talked, pulling out a  woven crown of daisies. Cordelia raised her eyebrows, sitting back on the kitchen stool as Lucie drew closer again. She placed the flower crown on top of Cordelia’s head, adjusting her hair around the dainty buds.
“Daisy,” She said happily, drawing back to look at her. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”
Cordelia laughed, flushing a bit and motioning for her brother and his partner, who both had shown up in the kitchen archway to come back into the room. Alastair gave her an unimpressed look and picked up the pan.
“Next time,” he said, sliding the uncooked cake into the oven. “Try to put that in before your excruciatingly awkward confession, yes?” 
Cordelia blew some of the flour on the counter onto his hair causing him to flick the remaining batter onto her dress. The room filled with laughter and warmth, lingering in the air long after a disapproving maid wiped the last bits of flour from the floors.
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chlo-tk · a day ago
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Here’s Anna Lightwood from the Last Hours trilogy! I only have Ariadne left to draw then my TLH portraits will all be done !!
I hope you like it <3
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@cassandraclare
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