Dorian & Basil Siblings And Now White Heathcliff. Gothlit Enjoyers Are In The Fucking Trenches This Year

Eliza: I am calm, I am relaxed, I am a happy tree.

The circle: *being the circle*

Eliza: YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD! TO BE A HAPPY TREE!

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Stephen: Ok, I need you to swear-

Celine: Fuck.

Stephen: Swear as in promise.

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Michael, about Valentine: Have you ever looked at an authority figure in your life and thought, "Wow, I respect a well-grilled hot dog more than I respect you?" ———————————————— Lucian: Your friends are counting on you! Valentine: Well that's their falt. I've carefully cultivated a persona that screams, "You're on your own!" ————————————————

Robert: What the hell are you smiling for?

Valentine: Am I not allowed to be happy?

Amatis: Of course you are… it’s just that you being happy, usually means someone’s lost their life… or a limb.

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Celine, first joining: I know we technically have permission to do this, but this all feels highly illegal.

Stephen: That’s half the fun of it.

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Stephen: People say I have a unique way of lighting up a room.

Amatis: It’s called arson and those people are witnesses.

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Celine: Robert and I are getting closer. The other day he gave me half his sandwich.

Robert, whispering to Maryse: I mistook her for a garbage can

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Robert: I tried to write “I’m a functional adult” but my phone changed it to “fictional adult” and I feel that’s more accurate.

October in Sweden.

I don’t think any shadowhunter character will ever truly haunt the narrative the way Sebastian does

It's the “ugh, men” and then I drastically fall for every boy with pretty eyes that looks like he reads Greek mythology and has a pretty accent. Like... wtf girl?! Where are my standards? Oh yeah, in hell, where I left them last time I liked a guy.

everything in this life is temporary. except that fandom hyperfixation from when you were 14. that thang will be with you forever there's no escaping.

this sucks so bad I need to [remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] force my son and my dead situationship’s daughter to get married so I can take over Thrushcross Grange

Alec and Magnus

I have never suffered more in my life, needles to say I now recommend it to all of my friends

I'm not kidding when I say that after finishing lord of shadows I had to punch the wall a couple of times, eventually got up and started pacing around my room, head in hands, then buckled up laughing in disbelief. had to check the book to verify did this actually happen.

Today I found myself reading TMI again after being done with studying (ugh, whoever invented exams can burn in hell) and I feel like I keep running out of ways to explain how incredibly copy pasted and close I feel to Alec. Like, yes sure, I love Izzy with every inch of my soul and don't I wish I was like her and Magnus is just such a me vibe in my best days. But Alec has always been my focal point every single time I read Cassandra Clare, and every time I expect to find myself being like "oh shut up" like I often find myself doing when Jace talks, even Clary sometimes, but I just don't.

I find it so unbelievable how the first time I read City of Bones I was around three years younger than Alec in that book and I just couldn't help but think "He's real". Because miss m'am Izzy was killing demons in high heels at sixteen and Jace probably had more girlfriends than I have hair on my head and there was Alec. Trying to beat sense into them, being discarded by Jace the moment Clary came into view. His only friends being his own sister who was his complete opposite and his parabatai who way too foused on being cool than on his own struggles, him trying to hide himself from the Clave out of pure fear that they would exile him and just abandon him in a world full of demons as a mundane like they did to his uncle.

He was the secondary character. The fifth wheel of the cart, as we say in my family. And I could relate to that, because being on the outside and looking on the inside, being aware that you're not enough is something that i've found myself doing all my life ever since I was a toddler. Not too fun. Not too cool. Not too smart. You're just in the middle of it all. Never enough to stand out. Just a blank paper. And I just felt this ache in my heart when I finished that book years ago and I still feel it every time and this boiling rage knowing that this man stood bravely against it all. The fact that he played such an important role in the war, almost as important as Jace and he was still seen as "Jace's parabatai", when this man genuinely changed the law and rebuild every belief of the Clave to make it more humane.

There's just enough words in the dictionary to how many levels I love Alec and to how many levels I am grateful to Cassie for writing him, because who would I violently and brutally relate to if it wasn't Alexander Gideon Lightwood, the Inquisitor of the Clave and the man who loved a man so much he changed the world for him and Magnus's archer boy.

it’s vital that elon musk die in the next 4 months