@tscnetwork first mission: favorite character - jem carstairs
“Have you ever felt that you hearts contained so much that it must surely break apart?”
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@tscnetwork first mission: favorite character - jem carstairs
“Have you ever felt that you hearts contained so much that it must surely break apart?”
You asked me how I, being immortal, survive so many deaths. There is no great secret.
“You said I am a good man,” he said. “But I am not that good a man. And I am—I am catastrophically in love with you.”
You would not exist without a woman, would you? However little use you may find us, we are cleverer and more determined and more patient than men. Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.
modern au (the infernal devices) charlotte and henry branwell ❝could we really both have been so stupid?❞ ❝well, i’m not surprised about me,❞ said henry. ❝but honestly, charlotte, you ought to have known better.❞
wessa + favorite quotes
I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that.
FAVORITE MOMENTS OF TID (4/∞) ⇒ Will and Tessa’s reunion
“You are a wonder, Tessa Gray. To have such faith in me, though I have done nothing to earn it.” “Nothing?” Her voice rose. “Nothing to earn it? Will, you saved me from the Dark Sisters, you pushed me away to save me, you’ve saved me over and over again. You are a good man, one of the best I’ve ever known.” Will looked as stunned as if she had pushed him. He licked his dry lips. “I wish you wouldn’t say that,” he whispered.She leaned toward him. His face was shadows, angles and planes; she wanted to touch him, touch the curve of his mouth, the arc of his lashes against his cheek. Fire reflected in his eyes, pinpricks of light.
[…]
“We are the same.” Will’s eyes fluttered closed; she felt his lashes against her fingertips. When he spoke again, his voice was ragged but controlled. “Don’t say those things, Tessa. Don’t say them.” “Why not?” “You said I am a good man,” he said. “But I am not that good a man. And I am—I am catastrophically in love with you.” “Will—” “I love you so much, so incredibly much,” he went on.
character desks ♡ victorian shadowhunters
Pulvis et umbra sumus. I believe we are dust and shadows. What else is there?
make me choose » lifeandeathbrigade asked: clary fray or tessa gray?
Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.
i don’t know what comes after death. tessa used to come and ask me too. she wanted to know where will was. but he didn’t linger - he died happy and at peace, and he went on.
Don’t you see, Will? You’re a person like me. You are like me. You say the things I think but never say out loud. You read the books I read. You love the poetry I love. You make me laugh with your ridiculous songs and the way you see the truth of everything.
moodboard ↠ the otp to rule all the otps ♡ jem carstairs and tessa gray (modern times + future (◡‿◡✿)
“tessa herondale carstairs,” he whispered. “you should never worry about borrowing my name when you know that you can have it to keep.”
“we have time to do everything,” he said, tracing one of his fingers down the side of her face. “we have forever.”
(insp.)
Female Awesome Meme || [1/5] females in a book → Tessa Gray (The Infernal Devices)
“One must always be careful of books,“ said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
She looked up at him, lips parted in bewilderment. “Know what?” she said, and Will, with a sigh of something like defeat, kissed her.
character posters = ♥ william owen herondale
We live and breathe words. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.
Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that that side of the bed would always be empty. The moments when she had found something funny and turned to share the joke with him, only to be shocked anew that he was not there. The worst moments, when, sitting alone at breakfast, she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes or the depth of his laugh; that, like the sound of Jem’s violin music, they had faded into the distance where memories are silent.
We live and breathe words.