lovelqces:

“Octavian.” It was Magnus’s voice. He was standing in the doorway still, looking down at the small tearstained boy in front of him. There was a great weariness in his eyes, but also an immense compassion: the kind of compassion that came with great old age.

He seemed as if he would have said more, but Rafe and Max had joined him. Silently they filed down the steps and went over to Tavvy; Rafe was nearly as tall as he was, though he was only five. He reached to hug Tavvy, and Max did too—and to Mark’s surprise, Tavvy seemed to relax slightly, allowing the embraces, nodding when Max said something to him in a quiet voice.

Helen got to her feet, and Mark wondered if his face wore the same expression hers did, of pain and shame. Shame that they could not do more to comfort a younger brother who barely knew them.

“It’s all right,” Simon said. “Look, you tried.”

“We did not succeed,” said Mark.

“You can’t fix grief,” said Simon. “A rabbi told me that when my father died. The only thing that fixes grief is time, and the love of the people who care about you, and Tavvy has that.” He squeezed Mark’s shoulder briefly. “Take care of yourself,” he said. “Shelo ted'u od tza'ar, Mark Blackthorn.”

I love everyone in this snippet ♡♡♡ 

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cassandraclare:

apollyon-black said: Cassie I was wondering if the relationship between Kieran and Perfect Diego is going to be important, they are going to be close?

theshadowwolfiethings said: hey Cassie!! So, I’m very interested in diego and Kieran’s relationship, and I wanted to know if they’re going to be friends or something like it?

Diego sighed. “Yes, I disappointed Cristina and I lost her regard—you must understand what that is like. To have let down someone you loved. To have disappointed yourself.”

“Maybe not exactly,” said Kieran, with a shadow of his old wryness. “Nobody calls me Perfect Kieran.”

“I don’t call myself Perfect Diego!” Diego protested, feeling that the conversation had degenerated. “Nobody would call themselves that!”

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missxhelle:

LET THE BLACKTORNS BE HAPPY

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cassandraclare:

Another Pride Month Snippet — Magnus, Alec, and their beautiful family. :) In The Land I Lost, coming out in October!

As he spoke, Magnus gave a little sigh and leaned into Alec, one of the small unconscious gestures that meant the most to Alec. It always reminded him of the first day he’d ever touched Magnus: at the time, he’d thought he felt dizzy with relief and joy because he was finally touching someone he wanted to be touched by, when he’d thought he might never have that. 

Now he thought he’d felt that way because it was Magnus: that even then, he’d known. Now the gesture spoke of all the days since the first.  When he felt Magnus relax against him, he felt like he could relax too.Whatever this strange task Jem and Tessa needed him to do, he could do it. Then he would come home.

As Alec fell silent, Chairman Meow made a wild break for freedom from Max’s loving stranglehold, streaking across the floor into Alec and Magnus’s bedroom where Alec suspected he would be hiding under the bed for the rest of the day. Max stared sadly after the cat, then looked up and grinned, his teeth tiny pearls. He toddled past the shimmering pentagram and launched himself at Alec as if he had not seen him for several weeks. Alec always got the same enthusiastic greeting, whether he was back from a trip, back from patrolling, or had simply been in the other room for five minutes.

“Hey, daddy!”

Alec took a knee and opened his arms to scoop Max up. “Hey, my baby.”

He stood with Max curled against his chest, a warm soft bundle of ribbons and round limbs, Max’s gurgling laughter in his ears. When Max was tiny, Alec used to marvel at how neatly his little body fit into the crook of Alec’s arm, as if he’d been made to nestle there. Alec had scarcely been able to imagine Max getting bigger. He needn’t have worried. Whatever size his kid was, he was always a perfect fit for Alec to hold.

Sooooo…Helen and Aline next amirite? 👀

cassandraclare:

Hello my Shadowhunters! It hasn’t escaped my attention that this is Pride Month, and also that it’s FOUR DAYS until the release of Every Exquisite Thing, the story of Anna Lightwood’s first love and the biggest wlw event in the Shadowhunters world since Helen and Aline got married. We’ve got a lot to celebrate! So I thought that I’d celebrate with you all by putting up snippets all month featuring LGBTQA+ characters in my upcoming books–Queen of Air and Darkness, Ghosts of the Shadow Market, The Red Scrolls of Magic and perhaps even Chain of Gold! Let’s have a pride party… it’s what Anna would want!

Anna came up and guided her, forcing herself to maintain her composure as she took Ariadne’s hand in hers and guided the toss. She was surprisingly good at climbing, but once on the ceiling beam, she took a bad tumble. Anna jumped underneath and caught her neatly.

“Oh, very impressive!” Ariadne said, smiling.

Anna stood there for a moment, Ariadne in her arms, unsure of what to do. There was something in Ariadne’s gaze, in the way she was looking at Anna … as if mesmerized …

How did she ask? How did this happen with someone like Ariadne?

It was too much.

“A very good attempt,” Anna said, gently setting Ariadne on her feet. “Just … watch your footing.”

“I think I’ve had enough of that for today,” Ariadne said. “How does one have fun in London?”

“Well,” Anna said. “There is the theater—”

“No.” Ariadne took hold of one of the pillars and gently spun around it. “Fun. Surely, you know a place.”

“Well,” Anna said, “I know a place full of writers and poets. It is quite louche. It is in Soho and starts after midnight.”

“Then I assume you will be taking me,” Ariadne said, eyes sparkling. “I will wait for you by my window at midnight tonight.”

Why does she look like Ruby Rose? Lol