“The world can burn if my family lives” -Lord of Shadows
I did a thing 👀
Anyway, I'm planning to animate the whole thing but since I didn't post last week I decided to post this wip ig
Hope you like it
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I need to know why I cannot be in a state of relaxation without my mind betraying me to its uncontrollable thoughts
“I painted flowers for Elain on her drawer, little roses and begonias and irises. And for Nesta…..Nesta, I painted flames for her. She was always angry, always burning. I painted the night sky. I painted stars and the moon and clouds and just endless, dark sky.
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Cordelia Carstairs - @cassandraclare
Today in the CoG flash fiction piece, we learned Alistair calls Cordelia “Layla.” So here’s a drawing of our girl Cordelia-Daisy-Layla-Cordy-Carstairs!
I will never understand how someone can finish a book, like it and then just go on living. I have to go look for all of the fan art and fanfiction that has ever been published. Do deep character analysis, see what other people think of it, and basically just scroll down the book’s tumblr tag for HOURS looking at everything that’s already been discussed about it then imerse myself in the fandom so much it will consume my every thought for at least the coming week.
Did anyone else swoon over Jesse in this scene 😍
I did not expect Alastair Carstairs and Jesse Blackthorn to be my favorite characters, but here we are.
Nightly questions got me proceeding but also retreating in my thoughts
Was I wrong for feeling hurt by someone? Is it not ok to say the things done out loud or even more permanent, write about it?
The only thing I’ll take accountability for is my fear of confrontation. For trying to not hurt their feelings I let it fester and boil to the point it could have been called silent resentment. And in the end, resentment is nothing but a snake with two heads it takes u down with it.
I wont let that it stay anymore, it dragged me down with it.
Forgive but never forget
Will Herondale sat in the window of his new bedroom and looked out at a London frozen under a chilly winter sky. Snow dusted the tops of houses reaching away toward the pale ribbon of the Thames, giving the view the feeling of a fairy-tale.
Though at the moment, Will was not feeling very friendly toward fairytales.
He ought to be happy, he knew that much — after all, it was his wedding day.