♪ There’s Something Tragic, But Almost Pure. Think I Could Love You, But I’m Not Sure. There’s

Tessa to Maryse

Dear Maryse,

As one mother to another, I’m writing to you for advice. It’s been many many years since I was raising children, and when I say many years, I mean more than a century. And now I find myself in that position again. Although we have not talked frequently, I have often thought what a wonderful mother you must have been and continue to be. After all, your children have turned out so wonderfully. Isabelle is so brave, Alec such a leader, and Jace, well, I can only tell you that I know what an excellent example of a Herondale is, and he is one.

I also know that you have experienced profound loss and grief, and that you understand it.

I am writing to you about Kit. He too is a Herondale, and I believe that he will be an excellent example of one as well. But like all Herondale men (and the girls, too, believe me I know!) he is very private and secretive. On the whole Jem and I wish nothing but to respect his privacy. But when comes the time when worry requires one, as a parent, to intervene?

A few nights ago after dinner I stopped by Kit’s room to give him his phone (he is forever losing it and leaving it somewhere!), and I found that he was not there. Glancing out the window, I could see him outside, standing in our front garden. He had his back to me and appeared to be staring off into the distance, but I could tell by the way he was standing and the movements of his shoulders that he was agitated. Concerned, I followed him outside. I came up behind him quietly, not wanting to startle him. Perhaps I came too quietly. I realized immediately that he was talking to a ghost—I’ve had experiences of such things before. As is always the case in this kind of situation, I could hear only his side of the conversation.

Kit said, “If you keep trying to talk to me about this, I’m not going to be able to see you anymore.” Then he said, “Of course I believe in forgiveness. But some things are so terrible that you never want to revisit them.” There was a long pause. I thought maybe it was over. And then he said, “Don’t you understand? Everytime you bring him up, it tears another piece out of my heart.” Then he turned around, and of course saw me, standing on the path outside the house. He didn’t say anything, just gave me a sort of betrayed look and ran inside.

The next day of course he just pretended that nothing had happened. I just don’t know what to do. Should I leave him alone to work through this on his own? I always figured there must be ghosts at Cirenworth—Kit has informed me that there is a ghost dog that he plays with sometimes, a retriever I think —but I can’t imagine any of them as malicious or hurtful. And indeed it didn't sound as though he were afraid of the ghost, but as though the ghost brought back dark memories of his past. Perhaps of his father? I just don’t know what to do. Jem thinks we should let him work it out on his own, as he is a teenager, but then I remember my first two children, when they were teenagers, how there were times when they did need my help. (I am very much hoping that Kit is not having a tempestuous affair with a ghost, as I’m not sure I could go through that again.)

It’s keeping me up nights worrying. If there’s any advice that you have, I’d love to hear it.

I’m enclosing a picture of Jace and Clary with Kit and Mina, last time they visited. They look so happy!

All best,

Tessa

For the tsc characters x Met Gala serie: Cordelia and Emma Carstairs wearing the two versions of Blake Lively’s Versace gown from the 2022 Met Gala. @cassandraclare

This was probably the most ambitious project I’ve ever worked on, I hope you like it T.T it was hard

Okay, let’s do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is Miles Morales.

SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE (2018)

from [x], for @donestiel

That’s not  justice

Yes, please!

It’s been a really long time since the last date Max had been on. His entire world seemed bleak and dreary, the gray skies and endless rain didn’t help his general mood and demeanor. Not that Roswell usually had rain, or much precipitation at all.

“I’m not sad,” he says again, shoving the cabinet door closed. Changing his mind at the last moment and leaving the tequila bottle hidden, even if all he wanted to do was drown in it. Pulling long shifts at the bar also didn’t help his general loneliness and urge to drink.

“That’s what you keep saying,” Isobel says from where she’s draped across the back of the couch. She’s the only reason Max isn’t neck deep in booze and watching reruns of NCIS.

He gives his sister a harsh glare, “I’m not lonely either.”

“We’re throwing a singles party at Rosa’s galleria,” she says simply. “People are coming from out of town to celebrate Roswell flooding due to alien influence.”

Okay. I just finished reading Red White & Royal Blue from Casey Mcquinston and I can officially say that my life is finaly over. I lived long enough to see this beautiful masterpiece and it is GLORIOUS!!!

Oh, and btw Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor is THE BEST writer. I wanna read everyting he ever wrote.

Dru texts Kit

Yes, please

Helnik // Aphrodite & Hephaestus AU

the sandman, episode one (2022) fallen angel, alexandre cabanel (1847)