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i just read this page and i know it’s just supposed to be a throwaway line, one that doesn’t really matter. but i find it sort of sad in a way how jem has just given up on hope that he’ll find a cure. like it’s gotten to a point where he can joke about himself dying. and this isn’t any suicidal joke either, those are still bad and (in most cases) NOT A HEALTHY COPING SKILL and you shouldn’t do them, no. this was a joke about himself dying from an outside force. which basically he has given up on any hope of living into adulthood. so now you know what im going to be thinking about tonight
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Draco Veritas? This week, V and Emily dig into just one of many messy threads in one of fandom's most famous wankfests: the drama of Cassandra Claire and her Harry Potter fic, The Draco Trilogy. When this fic was yanked from Fanfiction.net for allegations of plagiarism, reverberations echoed through fandom in ways that we're still feeling today -- from Fiction Alley all the way to Freeform. This is an episode in which we're pretty unrepentent li'l haters. Did you read the Draco Trilogy? Have you ever interacted with Cassandra Claire?
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mikhayhu · 6 months
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"Zhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de" In all the world, you are what I love the most.
- Jem Carstairs to Tessa Gray
"For that was love, wasn't it. To burn bright in someone else's eyes" - Jem Carstairs to Tessa Gray
"You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you," he went on. - Jem Carstairs to Tessa Gray
"I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you will not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life--whatever its length--happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life." - Jem Carstairs to Tessa Gray
"Your place is with me. It always will be". - Jem Carstairs to Tessa Gray
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jadzidraws · 3 months
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Draco co' le brache de pele
Couldn't resist, after the whole "Cassandra Clare "invent" a language for her new book, it is actually Venetian"
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cassandra clare what emotional turmoil did you just put me through
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brunoartist · 1 year
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The Best Parabatai Duo ever: Jem and Will
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opinions-about-tiaras · 6 months
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Dammit, George!
I was in Barnes and Noble the other day and saw this enormity.
Look. I get it. Clare and Martin are both published by the same publisher, Simon and Shuster, and both write in the same broadly similar genre. Given how huge Martin is you imagine they pester him a lot of cover blurbs, and he says yes to a lot of them because that's professionally courteous to up-and-comers. And he can't know about every ancient skeleton in everyone's closet.
But it still grinds my gears that noted plagiarist and gaslighter Cassie Claire is big enough these days she can get cover quotes (and do events with alongside UGH) from George friggin' Martin. This doesn't elevate Clare's work in my eyes, it diminishes Martin's standing.
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vixs48 · 1 year
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guys where are the fanfics about julian being a dad to his siblings??? i need this!!
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malecbuddie · 9 months
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My fanfic is out!
Thanks you for reading this fanfiction. English is not my native language, so if you have any advice feel free to write them in the comments. See you next time!
Good reading!
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sure sure bud
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sephirajo · 4 months
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I can't be the only one around who used to get bullied by and watch Cassie Claire and her lackies go after people for literal high school reasons.
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glamourweaver · 1 year
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Reading Chain of Thorns
I <3 Tessa all but overtly saying to Cordelia “it’s really fine if you’re in love with both of them. You can be with my son and his parabatai. It’s cool.”
Of course that doesn’t actually solve the issues Cordelia was having, and Cordelia is not as innately poly as Tessa is clearly oriented (see Cordelia’s feelings about wanting to give James her whole heart and how Matthew deserves someone who will do the same, in contrast to everything Tessa thinks in Infernal Devices about her heart being split but love not being finite), but still Tessa just being me telling everyone their love triangles aren’t actually problems and they should just all be together <3
(Wish we’d gotten Tessa shaking some sense into Christina in Dark Artifices)
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mikhayhu · 5 months
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"Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us. And there is a beauty that brevity alone provides.” He dropped his gaze, then raised it to hers. “I would give you everything of myself,” he said. “I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.”
“There is nothing you haven’t given me, nothing I am dissatisfied with… .”
“I am,” he said. “I want to be married to you. I would wait for you forever, but …”
But we do not have forever. “I have no family,” Tessa said slowly, her eyes on his. “No guardian. No one who might be … offended … by a more immediate marriage.”
“I don’t know,” Jem said, gazing up at her from the floor, his expression a mixture of hope and disbelief. “The Council has not yet approved our request … and you do not have a dress …”
“I do not care about the Council. And I do not care what I wear, if you do not. If you mean it, Jem, I will marry you whenever you like.”
“Tessa,” he breathed. He reached for her as if he were drowning, and she ducked her head down to brush her lips against his. Jem raised himself up on his knees. His mouth ghosted across hers, once, twice, until her lips opened and she could taste his burned-sugar sweetness. “You are too far away,” he whispered, and then his arms were around her, and there was no space between them.
He held her to him, and her hands traced the shape of his face, his sharp cheekbones. So sharp, too sharp, the bones of his face, the pulse of his blood too close to the surface of the skin, collarbones as hard as a metal necklace.
His hands slid from her waist to her shoulders; his lips skimmed across her collarbone, the hollow of her throat, as her fingers twisted in his shirt, drawing it up so that her palms were against his bare skin. He was so thin, his spine sharp under her touch. Against the firelight she could see him painted in shadow and fire, the moving golden path of the flames turning his white hair to gilt.
I love you, he had said. In all the world, you are what I love the most.
She felt the hot press of his mouth again at the hollow of her throat, then lower. His kisses ended where her dress began. She felt her heart beating beneath his mouth, as if trying to reach him, trying to beat for him. She felt his shy hand slip around her body, to where the lacings fastened her dress closed… .
“Tessa,” he said. “Did you mean what you said? That you would marry me tomorrow ?”
She raised her chin and looked directly into his eyes. She could not bear the thought of waiting, and wasting another instant of his life. She wanted suddenly and fiercely to be tied to him—in sickness, in health, for better, for worse—tied to him with a promise and able to give him her word and her love without holding back.
“I meant it,” she said.
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Okay I can't handle it. So many people on that recent Cassie Clare post are acting like there's NO reason to think the Draco Trilogy inspired TMI at all, like the very idea is totally ludicrous and everyone who ever said it was is being silly, just because Cassie said so.
But the thing is, I've actually read both TMI and the Draco Trilogy, and that's just not the case.
This is a passage from chapter 8 of Draco Veritas, the third book in the Draco Trilogy:
When Draco was six years old, his father had given him a bird to carry his mail. The other children Draco knew had friendly owls, or the occasional bluebird, but Draco's father gave him a falcon, with bright black eyes and a beak that curved like the mark on a Sickle.
The falcon did not like Draco, and Draco didn't like it either. Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him. It would slash at him with beak and talons when he came near: for weeks, his wrists and hands were always bleeding. He did not know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus was nearly impossible to tame. But Draco tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father.
He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird was meant to be easier to tame. He learned the equipment: the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist. He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he could not do it - instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him. He fed it from his hand, and at first it would not eat: later it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But he was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if it had to consume his blood to make that happen.
He began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like forked lightning. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly cried with delight. Sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put its beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed, he went to his father, and showed him what he had done, expecting him to be proud.
Instead, his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands, and broke its neck. "I told you to make it obedient," his father said, and dropped the falcon's lifeless body to the ground. "Instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: they are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed; it was broken."
Later, when his father left him, Draco cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a house-elf to take the body of the bird away and bury it. Draco never cried again, and he never forgot what he learned: that to be loved was to destroy, and that to love was to be the one destroyed.
And this is a passage from City of Bones, book one of The Mortal Instruments series, with the unchanged parts in red:
Once there was a boy,” said Jace.
Clary interrupted immediately. “A Shadowhunter boy?”
“Of course.” For a moment a bleak amusement colored his voice. Then it was gone. “When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train. Falcons are raptors – killing birds, his father told him, the Shadowhunters of the sky.
“The falcon didn’t like the boy, and the boy didn’t like it, either. Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him. It would slash at him with beak and talons when he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were always bleeding. He didn’t know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus was nearly impossible to tame. But the boy tried, because his father told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father.
“He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird was meant to be easier to tame. He learned the equipment: the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist. He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it – instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him. He fed it from his hand, and at first it would not eat. Later it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.
“He began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for the speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he neary shouted with delight. Sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put its beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what he had done, expecting him to be proud.
“Instead his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck. ‘I told you to make it obedient,’ his father said, and dropped the falcon’s lifeless body to the ground. ‘Instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed; it was broken.’
“Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he’d learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed."
For both characters, this memory is recounted to explain one of their core conflicts: trying to be good without knowing if they can be, and wanting to be loved while wondering if they deserve to be, are safe to be. Breaking from their abusive fathers' control and ideals is a huge part of both characters' development as well. Both go on an incredible journey with a great payoff in the ending.
For those not familiar with TMI, Jace is a lanky blond boy with copious daddy issues who comes from a prominent family within a secret society of supernatural beings that lives hidden alongside humans, who they call mundanes. The father he speaks of in the passage above is a sneering bigot with white-blond hair who tries to tap into demonic powers and ends up being sort of a precursor to the main big bad/catalyst for the series endgame.
Sound familiar?
Trilogy!Draco and Jace TMI are extremely similar, and also have similar arcs in their respective stories. There are similar relationship dynamics between the characters of both works, too, even down to Draco and Clary both having a doggy stepdad (Sirius Black--in DT Sirius and Narcissa aren't related as that wasn't known in HP canon until after DT was written; in TMI, Clary's mom ends up with a werewolf, Lucian Graymark, who was her father's best friend).
A lot of people posit that either Simon or Alec was inspired by Harry. If anything, I would say it's both. Simon takes on the role of the frenemy Jace loves to needle and make fun of but also cares deeply about, and Alec takes on the role of the closer-than-brother Jace is emotionally and magically bound to. In the Draco Trilogy, Harry is both of these things for Draco, and many of their conversations are similar in tone and content to those between Jace and Simon or Jace and Alec, if not as word-for-word reproduced as the segment above.
Ginny's relationship with Draco is similar to the relationship between Jace and Clary, even if Ginny herself is fairly dissimilar. In the same way, Hermione's relationship with Ron, Draco, and Harry is an awful lot like Izzy's with Jace, Alec, and Simon. She's possessive and protective, even against other friends, like Ginny. Izzy keeps Clary at arm's length for most of the first three or four books, worried about the hold she has on Jace (and later, Simon). Lucius's characterization is very similar to Valentine's, and Tom Riddle is sort of a proto-Sebastian.
For that matter, a lot of the sociopolitical conflicts of TMI are not that different from those in Harry Potter, though I would argue that Cassie handles hers better and with far more intentionality. And some of the magical concepts in DT are reused in TMI (i.e. one character's life being bound to another's, so that if either of them is hurt or killed the other suffers too).
It's not a fanfic with the serial numbers filed off, that much is true. You can't pick up a book from DT, replace the names, and have a copy of any book from TMI in your hand. But to say DT didn't inspire TMI or has nothing to do with TMI is either a lack of self-awareness on Cassie's part or intentionally misleading.
Look, TMI is a good story regardless. I own, love, and frequently re-read all of Cassie Clare's Shadowhunters books. They have their own shelf in my living room. The world and characters are some of my favorites ever written. I'm still hoping we'll get an actually faithful screen adaptation someday. But I literally have copies of both DT and TMI and have compared them, and there are just too many similarities and parallels to claim that TMI wasn't inspired by DT at all.
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sizzling-eggs · 10 months
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am i the only one reading The mortal instrument again and being like “what clary was 15???” and also feeling a bit cringe now, with the dialogue and everything but at the same time u just think “yep definitely something a 15 year old would do/ say/ like”
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