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#when midnight comes
daily-clace · 1 year
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“You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don’t mean, you know, literally a big rock,” she said.
He smiled without meaning to. Which was unusual in and of itself; usually only Alec or Isabelle could startle laughter out of him. He had known Clary was brave the first time he’d met her — walking into that room after Isabelle, unarmed and unprepared, took the kind of guts he didn’t associate with mundanes — but the fact that she made him laugh still surprised him.
Cassandra Clare, When Midnight Comes
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He cleared his throat. “You wanted a turtle on your shoulder?”
She nodded, and her hair fell into place. “I wanted to cover my chicken pox scar.” She drew the strap of her tank top aside. “See?”
And he saw that there was some sort of mark on her shoulder, a scar, but he saw more than that: the curve of her collarbone, the light dusting freckles on her skin like a dusting of gold, the downy curve of her shoulder, the pulse at the base of her throat. He saw the shape of her mouth, her lips slightly parted. Her coppery lashes as she lowered them. And he was swept through with a wave of desire, of a kind he had never experienced before. He’d desired girls before, certainly, and satisfied that desire; he had always thought of it as hunger, a need for a sort of fuel that the body wanted.
- When Midnight Comes, Jace's point of view, City of Bones
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halorvic · 4 months
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🐌🥳
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i3utterflyeffect · 3 months
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i just woke up and i'm so glad y'all enjoy my au. anyway here's some shitposts i drew last night <3
i imagine that it wouldn't be too difficult for the Rocket Company to actually manage to get their hands on another command block staff, and they would have seen some of the stuff King did (since they have access to Alan's videos) so they'd know it's King's strong suit, but King is really not thrilled about any of this, especially since him nearly killing Purple is still fresh in his mind.
his relationship with the mercs also isn't the WORST but the mercs aren't really prone to getting along--
Primal likes to fuck with King just for the fun of it, Agent isn't prone to fighting with the others but definitely dislikes King, Ballista and King would probably blow each other up if left in the same room for too long, and Hazard respects him purely because he's the only guy who's relatively sane in this group. I wouldn't say Hazard and King are exactly friends, but they're not not friends either.
as far as King knew, his only job was going to be taking care of Chosen, but then SC entered the equation and it made things way more complicated much to his dismay :)
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But don't worry. By then, he wants to.
(@romanromulus :D )
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Whenever ppl imply Damian would be homophobic I just kinda assume they're either new to comics or have some internal biases to work out cause I don't know who they're talking about but it isn't my boy Damian ultimate-over-invested-ally Wayne
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exocynraku · 5 months
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"A star has fallen from the sky. With the mysterious creatures in carried inside all dead, its only sane survivors are three cats, Sniffle, Olive and Quilt. The three, formerly housecats, now have to figure out how to live in a land that is entirely new to them. Though, a presence seems to watch them, and there's talk of a cat who helped them after the star fell. That isn't the only thing they feel is watching them, as a looming shadow haunts their ever move." Children of the Ponderosas, my super cool new awesome WRITTEN warrior cats story had its prologue uploaded RIGHT NOW! i thought doing a project like this would 1 be fun as ive never done anything like it before and 2 help me learn how to write better, so i cooked something up! READ HERE READ HERE READ HERE
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The Husbands of River Song
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wavesoutbeingtossed · 30 days
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Some midnights, you’re out and you’re buzzing with electric current — an adventurer in pursuit of rapturous thrill. Music blaring from speakers and the reckless intimacy of dancing with strangers. Something in this shadowy room to make you feel shiny again. On these nights, you know that there are facets of you that only glow in the dark.
It’s giving, “Best believe I’m still bejeweled, when I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer, and when I meet the band they ask ‘do you have a man’ and I can still say ‘I don’t remember.’” It also gives, “I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around it.” It’s, “Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?”
But. BUT. BUT!!!!!
it also gives: “I washed my hands of us at the club, you made a mess of me. I pictured you with other girls in love and threw up on the street.” It’s “I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car, I stopped receiving invitations.”
it’s “don’t you ignore me, I’m the best thing at this party.”
On these nights, you know that there are facets of you that only glow in the dark.
this part is reaaaaaaaaaaally sitting with me right now. It’s now part of you is desperate to shine but only when no one is watching. Or dimming it when everyone is watching.
it’s… a lot.
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akkpipitphattana · 3 months
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i'm gonna say something controversial yet brave but i think the people that claim taylor swift is the best song writer of our generation and the people that say shes a horrible lyricist are like. equally stupid. like yes she has some banger lines that strike the soul but she also has lines like "i never don't cry at the bar" like let's be serious. her pen is inconsistent at best and there are FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR better lyricists in the game currently
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palebluebirdcomputer · 4 months
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Vengeance of the Moon Knight theory
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daily-clace · 1 year
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And he understood. He understood why people held hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ​This is mine​. But it wasn’t. It was about maintaining contact. It was about speaking without words. It was about ​I want you with me ​and​ don’t go. —Cassandra Clare, When Midnight Comes
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swiftieinbrazil · 9 months
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Taylor Swift + New York
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divinity-in-chaos · 10 months
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Stan: you should listen to your heart and forgive me.
Ford: Wha- my heart isn’t saying that?
Stan: yeah it is, look-
Stan: pulls out a sock puppet of Fidds
Stan, in Fiddleford’s voice: you should forgive Stan, aw crack nuggets
Ford: why is my heart Fiddleford?
Stan: your heart’s hella gay.
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vladdyissues · 2 months
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Not gonna lie, I think they'd be a super cute couple
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yume-fanfare · 1 year
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i love the tea club i really do, silly guys that have something deeply, deeply wrong with them
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