❛ i am stunningly attractive. ❜

On a mission to get @inkedsnack / @artsandcoffee to return to tumblr bc it’s not the same without them xx

“You should have killed me when you had the chance and Clary would still be here.”

“Yeah, but she’s not. And the way you’re acting is a disgrace to her memory. …If I lost you, I’d be lost too.”

It’s an incredibly flippant response, given the circumstances, bordering on insensitive. Alec obviously cares about Jace’s life more than he does about Clary’s, but the contrast is still startling and precisely the kind of all-consuming carelessness that the bond always seems to evoke when it comes to Alec. He drops that bomb, throws in a line about Clary’s memory because it’ll make convincing him slightly easier and then goes straight back to talking about Jace and how he can’t lose him. That’s why that line, which seemed so out of place in the trailers, still feels so in context - because it’s devoid of meaning. Alec lists off everyone who’s been affected by the entire thing but still makes it sound like collateral damage.

no matter how many times she’d drawn him, it wouldn’t serve to do justice to the memory she had, this divinely painted visual of him with angel wings. despite tracing every curve intricately of his jawlines , starting from his chin , all the way to where facial structure blended over into cheekbones , she knew she would never be wholly satisfied. never. he was impossible to lock into one image, just as it was impossible not to love him, despite how hard she had fought it back then. suppressed and suppressed. AND SHE HAD. she had. now was a different chapter, where clary saw and how much she feared how cold and warm he could be just like that.. with the beauty of a roman statue—- that was currently gripping her hip and pulling her out of her train of thought, drawing a gasp from her when she landed with her knees on either side, softly onto the soft cushion and smiled down at him with the sun her only contender with the warmth in her eyes. 

in turn clary’s right hand found a home in his hair, with a dreamy far-off look that meant she had to blink awake and remind herself how to breathe a couple times before it was committed to muscle-memory and basic needs. much like he was a need for her survival, him and his broad shoulders ; one finger now tracing every silvery white scar swirling over and around in shapes formed by old faded runes on his body. up the length of his arm, across his collarbone, down the midriff. she stopped the voyage of mapping him out so suddenly, and gazed down, suspended in air, in time even. caught the silence and blinked slowly. it was just him and her. clary and jace, in their own little bubble of a world, like it had meant to be.. 

back then she had wondered, how was it possible for something as beautiful to be as deadly as him, and still possess so much control, but the whimpering sound that ripped from two firm hands clamping down onto her thighs distracted her from it. she wasn’t in control. in no way. 

and with the terrifying knowledge that as much as she could undo him, there was no limit to what he had the power to draw from her if he truly wanted, clary let herself go. she would shirk all common sense, all control , she would give every breath she had if she could get to sit across his chest and lose herself in the golden swirls and angles that was jace herondale. 

not even for carnal pleasure, but for one unbridled moment of being nothing but happy in his arms. of being loved by him, and for him to see himself through her eyes the way she saw him. the good, untainted warmth of a boy that she saw when everyone else saw nothing but a mere weapon or a chess piece . she saw jace, deserving of love , the boy with the falcon, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung like that until she felt weightless in her arms and she knew he was holding her too.

HELLO MY LOVES. if you’ve been following this blog for a while you know i’m not big on follow forevers or promos or whatever the cool kids are doing these days. i’ve always been a lowkey blog and valued the few friendships i have in order not to feel too overwhelmed and still have fun roleplaying everyone’s fav golden boy. today however marks a big day for this blog. since reading the first few TMI books and watching the movie when it first came out, i have always felt an inexplicable connection to jace herondale. however, at the time, i didn’t feel like i understood him well enough to do his character justice. it wasn’t until the show came out that i stopped making excuses, picked up the books again (eventually) and chose to dive head first into this fandom without looking back.

i have met some incredibly wonderful people on here since then. some are still here till this day, others have left or are on hiatus –– but what i can say is that every single person i follow has impacted me in some shape or form during these last three years. yes, there’s been drama; times when i thought i was done rping for good, but two things always brought me back: my love for jace, and fantastic friends who have been my support system not just on tumblr but ooc as well. i honestly wouldn’t change a single thing; not the good or the bad.

before i proceed with the giveaway i would like to thank a few special snowflakes who i have come to love and respect not just on tumblr but irl too; who have been there at one point or another when i needed them the most and who’s friendships i will always always cherish :

@freckledsnack / @doppelsnack , @archersnack , @fabulistemporis / @argentelectrum , @fallenregent , @lilithblooded / @runedarcher , @seesbright / @immuto , @cortanascars

and here are some other precious souls i have an immense amount of love for and/or brighten my day whenever i see them on the dash :

@erchommai , @lagaudiiere , @ravagerbled , @ryves , @myricds , @remembcr , @runegiven , @runedwhip , @ithurielbled , @edomsmagnificent , @purehecrted , @magnvs , @fiightcr , @ofangelicblood , @idumean , @inthequiver , @myyrddin , @snakedhand , @warclckes , @cursedhim , @enoughrunning , @finestglitter , @oftheridge , @heartguided , @xqueenofscots , @oliverqxeen , @booksighs

thank you all for making my hush hush online life incredibly entertaining and filling it with beautiful, heart wrenching angst on a regular basis! <3 xo, trish

GIVEAWAY PRIZES:

FIRST PLACE: a care package in the mail filled with the yummiest, most popular UK/british sweets! (if you have any preferences or allergies we can discuss them later!)

SECOND PLACE: a joint promo of our blogs as well as 50-100 icons of a face claim of your choosing!

GIVEAWAY RULES:

must have been following this blog for at least 3 months.

winner must be okay with giving me their address so i can send the prize!

you will have to reblog this post in order to participate; likes don’t count!

reblog as many times as you like! i will be using a number generator to pick the winners, which means the more you reblog the more chances you have of winning!

/  *   girl, this is the easiest thing to do. i wake up and the first thing i do, is text trish. my day cannot start without either of us having said good morning. and to everyone else: your best friend could never. okay, so. trish, you’re my best friend. my actual best friend. i have had people over the years calling me their best friend and then hopping onto the next better thing, but you— you’ve never done that. and we’ve had a good long run of building this friendship. we go all the way back to elena. and that’s something i treasure. 

people will someday ask me what i am on this blog. my answer in short: i’m trish-exclusive. or which two people would you bring on a holiday: trish and my sister. i’ve never properly done the best friend across borders thing before, and i just—- it’s been such an experience. of course no comittment to anyone is conflict free, and with our adventure i’m sure we’ll face some more, but i’m not afraid of them or losing you in them, because you’re the most genuine person on here and you call me out on my shit. 

you’re badass, you have opinions, not afraid to say your opinion and you just ooze so much positivity and it’s very contagious. honestly, knowing you , being best friends with you is a ride i never intend to stop and get out of. you’re stuck with this dorky, awkward mess. love you bunches, trishy squishy. btw you can fight me for being too sappy any day you’d like.

‘  and  then  i  remembered …  i’m  a  naughty  bitch .  ’

‘  because  i  love  you …  i  think .  no ,  i’m  pretty  sure .  yeah ,  i  love  you .  ’

‘  birth  is  a  curse .   existence  is  a  prison .  ’

‘  girl ,  you  are  a  messy  bitch  who  loves  drama  and  i’m  into  it .  ’

‘  holy  motherforking  shirtballs .  ’

‘  i  am  revved  up  and  ready  to  learn .  my  brain  is  horny !  ’

‘  i  came  to  apologize .  there …  i  did  it .  i  apologized .  ’

‘  i  could  kill  them  right  now  and ,  you  know ,  that  would  be  easy .  ’

‘  i  could  never  get  close  to  anyone .  i  never  even  told  a  boyfriend  i  loved  him .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  how  to  describe  it …  like ,  a  different  zone  of  time .  no ,  that  sounds  stupid .  a  different  clock  land .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  how  to  tell  you  this ,  but  i’m  dying .  i  mean ,  we’re  all  dying ,  slowly .  when  you  think  about  it ,  we  started  dying  the  day  we  were  born .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know ,  man .  maybe  just  tell  her  that  you’re  gay .  ’

‘  i  don’t  need  you  to  respond  because  i  know  you  have  trouble  saying  how  you  feel .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  you  always  understand  about  20%  of  what’s  happening .  ’

‘  i  got  a  flu  virus  named  after  me  because  i  kissed  a  bat  on  a  dare .  ’

‘  i  just  have  some  worries ,  as  well  as  some  concerns  that  could  potentially  turn  into  outright  fears .  oh ,  there  they  go .  they  are  fears  now .  ’

‘  i  love  you .  and  i  don’t  need  you  to  respond  because  i  know  you  have  trouble  saying  how  you  feel .  ’

‘  i  was  a  good  person  for  six  months .  that’s  like  five  years .  ’

‘  i  wasn’t  worth  changing  for .  ’

‘  i  will  literally  see  you  all  in  hell .  ’

‘  in  the  words  of  my  actual  friends  :  ya  basic !  ’

‘  is  everything  okay ?  i  mean ,  other  than ,  you  know …  everything .  ’

‘  is  this  why  you  came  here ?  to  scold  me  on  the  metric  system ?  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  eat  all  this  chili …  and / or  die  trying .  do  you  want  any ?  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  miss  you ,  bud .  ’

‘  i’m  outtie ,  see  ya  in  hell !  ’

‘  i’ve  gained  a  lot  of  new  skills  recently .  for  example ,  i  learned  how  to  be  passive  aggressive .  totally  fine  that  you  guys  didn’t  notice .  ’

‘  love  isn’t  a  triangle ,  it’s  a  five  dimensional  blob .  ’

‘  more  guys  should  be  bi .  it’s  2018 .  it’s  like ,  get  over  yourselves !  ’

‘  none  of  your  exes  have  gotten  over  you .  ’

‘  oh no !  now  the  thing  i  said  after  we  kissed  will  always  be  ‘ hot  diggity  dog . ’  oh  well ,  it  was  an  honest  reaction  and  i  stand  by  that .  ’

‘  somehow ,  i  never  want  to  leave  you .  ’

‘  that  broke  me .  i’m  done .  ’

‘  that’s  not  a  present .  that’s  just  common  decency .  ’

‘  the  other  possible  medical  diagnosis  is  that  you’re  just  a  bit  of  a  dick .  ’

‘  their  bodies  are  made  very  poorly .  they’re  mostly  goo  and  juice .  you  just  take  the  juice  out  and  then  they’re  dead .  ’

‘  there’s  no  point  to  anything  and  you’re  just  gonna  die  so  do  whatever !  ’

‘  ugh ,  of  course  your  hugs  are  amazing .  ’

‘  wasn’t  he  banned  from  disney  world  for  biting  buzz  lightyear ?  ’

‘  what  a  creep .  why  was  i  friends  with  him ?  ’

‘  whatever  progress  i  have  made  it’s  because  you  and  i  have  become  friends .  ’

‘  whenever  anyone  tells  me  a  story  about  their  life  i  imagine  all  the  people  as  being  super  hot .  otherwise  i  quickly  lose  interest .  ’

‘  who  the  hell  is  this  chick ?  ’

‘  why  do  bad  things  always  happen  to  mediocre  people  who  are  lying  about  their  identity ?  ’

‘  why  is  it  every  time  a  new  thing  is  invented  humans  immediately  try  to  use  it  for  porn ?  ’

‘  yeah ,  i  love  you .  ugh ,  that’s  embarrassing .  i  feel  so  itchy .  ’

‘  you  are  too  selfish  to  ever  be  a  good  person .  ’

‘  you  got  it ,  you  piece  of ...  butt .  ’

‘  you  need  to  ghost  her .  disappear .  block  her  number .  bonus  :  anything  she  left  in  your  apartment  is  now  legally  yours .  ’

‘  you  are  brilliant ,  charming ,  obviously  gorgeous .  ’

                         W A R R I O R ─ P R I N C E S S

“One. You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people. Two. She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away. Three. When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet. Four. In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her. Five. You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper. Six. You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.”

— The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb (via rbcages)