Just Realized I Haven't Talked About Tsc In A Whole Day. I'm So Disappointed In Myself. Does That Mean...?

my toxic trait is thinking i would be immune to valentine's manipulation tactics and able to see through his bullshit and not be brainwashed into joining his cult

i know full well the guy would be able to clock my trauma from a 10 meter radius and he would exploit the fuck out of it but a girl can dream

You cannot convince me that Alec looks that much like Will. Like, I know it's cannon that they do, but I just know that apart from hair and eyes he's a literal copy of Maryse. I just know. Go look at the official art. Miss ma'am might as well have pulled a Zeus because Izzy and Alec look JUST like her. I will die on the hill that Will and Alec only share eyes and hair.

This badass morally gray woman for whom I would die really did say: My husband's meh, so I'll just kick him out of the genetic cocktail.

And I love that for her because the Truebloods really do have the best characters.

Florence and the Machine, from South London Forever

I continue to be obsessed with Clary's commitment to fucking hating Valentine

when you show up to the insane parabatai competition but will “jem is my great sin” herondale and jem “my will, my rebellion, mine forever” carstairs are already there

GIRL. Don't blame meeeeeee u said you liked spoilers 😑😔

@somedamslytherindemigod2 just started reading the last hours. A round of applause for her and her noticing heronstairs in the first page.

Is it fan art if it's my own book, or did I just accidentally create the official face of all my oc's?

RAHHHHHH BETTER IN BLACK SNIPPET

wants to write malec fanfic while simultaneously not wanting to touch an already perfect couple for fear of tainting cassandra clare’s masterpiece

Ok, now hear me out. The kids by Charlotte Cardin is SO Lightwood family coded it might as well be their motto. There. I'll die on that hill.

We're holding on to Past grey lost blue And I hate you, you know Wish that we could control Our urges to hold Each other again But now I'm looking across Lines wrote and lost I can translate, you know Burnt before it was lit You found a lovely bad trip And you ruined us Oh, you wrecked us

Too bad for the kids downstairs The constant bad luck The place by the window

Still holding on We both know you're wrong But your face says all good You've always been such a runner Thought you'd leave me sooner But you're still down here With the girls and the kids And the poor and the ill And with me babe With the girls and the kids And the poor and the ill

Be so fr rn. This is THE Maryse and Robert song if there ever was one.