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kabru & his mother

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rare sight: a peaceful afternoon

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percabeth never seemed like a slow burn to me because i read the entire pjo series in like two weeks

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source? it was revealed during my nature walk.

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andrew letting neil paint his nails. neil has gotten much better at it, he doesn’t smudge black everywhere anymore so he’s fine letting him do it. andrew sees the moment the idea crosses neil’s mind. his eyes sparkle with mischief, the corner of his mouth tugs upward. neil gets up without a word and runs out of the dorm, leaving andrew hanging with both middle fingers uncolored. no matter what it is, andrew is already rolling his eyes about it. neil comes back barely a minute later, a shit-eating grin on his face. he sits back down in front of andrew, opening his palm to reveal an orange bottle of nail polish.

“yes or no?” he asks, and andrew hates him so damn much.

“fucking junkie. yes.”

neil beams. he opens the bottle and diligently paints andrew’s middle fingers orange. his tongue pokes out of his mouth while he works. he looks ridiculous, completely stupid. andrew wants to kiss him brainless. when he’s done, he leans back to let andrew have a look. all his fingers are black except for the bright orange clashing in the middle. “118%”. he won’t admit it, but he kind of likes the way it looks anyway.

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Come with me down this rabbit hole if you will. The moment we the readers find out about how much Andrew cares is the moment he says "I hate you". Because of this one "throw away" line in the first book "I don't care about exy enough to hate it".

I personally think this is the exact moment HE relieved he was in love with Neil. Because he realized he does care, he cares so much it hurts. And he hates that, he hates his feelings, he hates the fact that Neil makes him feel- makes him care.

And so he hates Neil, because he loves him, because he wants him. Because he cares for him.

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I love this fox so much...

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““If I only jumped when I knew where I was going to land,” Magnus said, “I would never jump at all.””

— Cassandra Clare & Wesley Chu (The Lost Book of the White)

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“The world is an absurd place, and to take it too seriously would be to let it win.”

— Cassandra Clare & Wesley Chu (The Lost Book of the White)

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“I love you, Jace Wayland—Herondale—Lightwood—whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.”

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Clarissa Fairchild

City of Fallen Angels, Cassandra Clare

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“And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before—bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it—but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”

Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

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“‘He’s handsome,’ she thought, with a jolt of suprise.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

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“I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you.”

“I am catastrophically in love with you.”

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Clary saw Jace, as she always did: his was always the first face she saw when she walked into a room. He was still playing, a light, unobtrusive melody, but he looked over when she came into the room and winked. —Cassandra Clare, A Long Conversation.

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Jace reached out and ran a careful finger down one of Clary’s curls, letting it wind around his hand. Alec remembered the first time he’d realized Jace was in love with her: He’d been watching his parabatai across a room, watching Jace’s eyes track her movements. He remembered thinking: She’s all he sees. —Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire.

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To look upon Clary is to be reminded of the beauty given to us by the Angel; to run one’s hands through her hair is to weep with the beauty of this world.