If Nate Gray Has No Haters I'm Dead

"she is mine" THE BREESEL CRUMBS ARE GIVIIIIING

jace herondale better square up cause i want his girl bad and i bite

if elminster steals my cheese one more time i'm rocking that old man's shit, gale approval be damned

thomas and alastair are kinda cute tho...

maybe i'm just reaching but that upper one kizuki kinda looks like that samurai tanjiro is seeing in his dreams

if i have to suffer through ONE MORE RENGOKU MENTION

WHY ARE ALL MY SHIPS BURNING

friendly reminder that clary genuinely thought jace was going to off himself in chapter sixteen.

i'm gonna end it all

headcanon where clary dreams about a man with blond hair and green eyes smiling at her while she's painting. she can't help but notice the slightly faded parabatai rune, can't help but notice the nostalgic beauty that man carries.

"it's beautiful." he says, looking at her drawing.

clary can't help but wonder if the man were an artist too.

must run in the family, he thinks, the love for art.

when clary wakes up that morning and looks at herself in the mirror, green eyes stare back at her. she smiles, turning around to see the painting drying.

a blond and a dark haired man, their backs to her. one carried a gun; the other, a chakram.

it's beautiful, she thinks.