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January 30 - February 18, 2025
if you’re so sure this wasn’t my fault, why is it that the first thought in my mind when I saw Abbadon wasn’t for my fellow warriors but for you?”
OP
“Yes, it is.” They were close enough to kiss. And still he held her tightly, as if nothing could reassure him that she was real. “Clary,” he said. “What’s happening to me?”
Lordity lordT help us
Tf
“that you did not retrieve the Cup. It would, I think, bring some comfort to Alec and certainly to his—” “But I did retrieve the Cup,”
Weird vibes im getting rn but maybe im just reading into it too much but him saying this feels off
catching his student by the shoulders. “Jace Wayland, do you know what you’ve done?” Jace looked up at Hodge, surprised.
See what the freakin fuks
Hodge’s breath hissed out through his teeth. “You look so much like him.”
*Insert side eye emoji here*
Hodge narrowed his eyes. “Hugin,” he said, and with an unearthly caw the bird dived straight for Clary’s face, claws outstretched.
Okay so its actually Hodge then? I thought maybe it was someone who can shapeshift like tessa could or another demon? But its actually him? Thats ass
“I do not work for Valentine,” said Hodge.
Hodge let us hold your hand when we tell you this …
“But I am Valentine’s man, it is true.”
Naw ur his lil bitch
He had always seemed tall to Clary, but now he looked hunched and small. “My Lord Valentine,” he said, finally.
Its giving peter pettegrew and voldemort vibes lmao
a restrained, closed, interior face, the face of a priest, with sorrowful eyes.
“I want what you promised me first.” “First? You don’t trust me, Starkweather?” Valentine smiled,
Uh not particularly
“That’s true. I don’t.” Valentine’s voice was as sorrowful as his eyes, as if he pitied Hodge.
I know exactly what this mf is like some how
She looked up at Luke.
I can’t stop thinking that we’re talking about Luc from Ouabh and I keep mixing it up with Simon in this book because they have a similar vibe
“That’s what you’re telling me, right? That Valentine was—is—my father?” Luke nodded, his knotted fingers the only sign of the tension he felt. “Yes.”
CALLED IT
“I wasn’t the one talking about ‘slimy’ Downworlders just minutes ago,” Luke said quietly. “Or about how they couldn’t be trusted.”
ON GOD
“That’s not the same thing!” Clary could hear the tears in her voice.
Let me hold your hand when I tell you this Clary
“With the J.C. on it. Jonathan Christopher. That was what she was always crying over, that was his lock of hair—my brother’s, not my father’s.”
Damn that’s sad asf
Their names mean ‘Thought’ and ‘Memory.’ ” “Well, they should mean ‘Attack’ and ‘Kill,’ ” said Clary. “Hugo almost tore my eyes out.”
Lmaoooo girlie pop has had quite enough
“Wait a second,” Clary said. “I never understand why people say that,” Luke said, to no one in particular. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”
I like him lmao
The beginning of a thought tickled at the edge of her mind, wanting to resolve itself into a full-blown realization. But she pushed it firmly down
Uh maybe you should let that shit come through because it seems like an important memory that could help babes
“Not everyone lives in the Slope, princess,” said Simon, with a fair degree of mock sarcasm.
I miss Brooklyn :’(
“It was the fastest way I could think of to acquire a sizeable number of allies in a short
Luke might die tbis way i fear
was no terror in her now, and no self-pity: only a bitter rage and a need to find the man who’d done this,
We stan rage
“Valentine,” she said.
Thanks captain obvious
“Those chains are unbreakable.” The voice that spoke from the door was low, gritty, and familiar.
“He’s right behind me isn’t he”
“Enough, Blackwell,” he said. “You talk too much, as usual.”
Come on let’s get the villain monologue out the way boys
Pangborn chuckled musically. “I thought you didn’t care.”
Dumb and dumber over here — he lied about the first thing nitwit, so he lied about the second thing too
“Disappointed you didn’t get to marry him yourself, Blackwell?” was all Luke said
On God tho
There was magic in this room, and not runic magic either: something wild and strange, something dark.
in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Im not lying when i say that the MoMA changed my life
“Jace,” she said. She heard her own voice as if from a distance: astonishment, gratitude, longing so sharp it was painful.
“My God,” he said, touching her face. “You idiot, what a thing to do.”
My babies
“I was thinking,” she said. “I was thinking about you.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “If anything had happened to you…”
“I know.” Jace cut her off. “I should have guessed—the manacles.” He glanced toward the door. “Where is he?”
How does he know?!
“Luke,” said Jace. “He’s going to have to call off his pack. There’s been a misunderstanding.”
SUS
The flutter became a rapid pounding. “Jace,” she said carefully, “your father is dead.” “No.” He shook his head.
Is someone shapeshifting into his dad To manipulate him
She could not contain her disbelief. “But, Jace—” “Clary,” he said firmly. “This is my father.”
Tfffff
“Of course he did,” said Valentine. His tone was mild. “May I see it?”
Ya through your eyeball bitch
her over Jace’s tawny head;
I thought jj was blonde
“Short for Clarissa? Not a name I would have chosen.”
Oh god here we go, been dreading this shite
“No,” said Jace. “No, Hodge was the one who wanted the Mortal Cup all along. He was the one who sent the Raveners after your mother.
Hodge simply doesn't have the balls
“Because she loves you,” said Valentine. Clary felt the blood drain out of her face.
Dang
“Jocelyn is your mother, Jonathan. And Clary—Clary is your sister.”
Why djd Clare have to do this tho its fucked
He was left-handed, Clary saw. Like Jace.
Sigh
“Don’t,” said Jace again. He had raised his hands to cover his face.
It’s insane for Jace to not just be angry at his “father” and question this shit
Michael Wayland’s son, or the Lightwoods
Just remembered Consul Wayland existed in TID
For a moment his big hand came up and cupped the back of her head, holding her against him in a one-armed bear hug.
We stan luke
In the bitterness of his voice she heard the love he’d once had for Valentine, curdled into a weary hatred.
