MALEC

Matt: I’m not 100% convinced that people are gonna be totally thrilled on the dancing scene.

Harry: You put something together and sometimes it backfires.

ty: I want to go to the scholomance and become a centurion!

kit: I want to get the hell out of the institute and my last name is not herondale!

kit and ty: *meets each other*

ty: never mind, centurions are obviously asses. 

kit: what was i thinking?? WHEREVER THE BLACKTHORNS ARE, IS MY HOME

Kit: Yes?

Ty: (blushing) I meant, would you like one?

Kit: (blushing) Oh. Yeah, sure. Sugar?

Ty: Yes?

Kit: (blushing harder) I just meant, would you like some in your coffee?

Ty: (further embarrassed) Oh. Yeah, sure.

Both: (flustered)

Dru: (from a distance) Even I am getting embarrassed from watching them.

“He remembered something about darkness, about pressure and weighted blankets and silence. Though he had no idea how he was going to get hold of any of those things up on top of a building.

“Tell me,” Kit said. Tell me what you need.

“Put your arms around me,” said Ty. His hands were pale blue blurs in the air, as if Kit were looking at a time-lapsed photo. “Hold on to me.”

He was still rocking. After a moment, Kit put his arms around Ty, not knowing what else to do.”

Clary: just slaps them in the face

Tessa: oh no, you have to throw a jar in them

Me: You know. School. Not enough sleep. Exams.

Me, internally: Livvy is dead, annabel escaped, jemma is screwed because robert lightwood died, how will the rest of the lightwoods react, who tf is kit's mother, what will cassie do to kitty, who will die in queen of air and darkness, is shade ragnor, who is ash, how will the blackthorns deal with livvy's death, and queen! of! air! and! darkness! is released in a year and i'm not emotionally and mentally ready.

Person: omg don't worry, I feel you.

“You hated the Shadow Market in London,” Kit said. “It really bothered you. The noises, and the crowd —“

Ty’s gaze flicked down to Kit. “I’ll wear my headphones. I’ll be all right.”

“…and I don’t know if we should go again so soon,” Kit added. “What if Helen and Aline get suspicious?”

Ty’s gaze darkened. “Julian told me once,” he said, “that when people keep coming up with reasons not do something, it’s because they don’t want to do it. Do you not want to do this?”

Ty’s voice sounded tight. The thrumming wire again, sharp with tension. Under the cotton of his shirt, his too-thin shoulders had tightened as well. The neck of his shirt was loose, the delicate line of his collarbones just visible.

KitTy

“Ty’s gaze darkened. “Julian told me once,” he said, “that when people keep coming up with reasons not do something, it’s because they don’t want to do it. Do you not want to do this?”

Ty’s voice sounded tight. The thrumming wire again, sharp with tension. Under the cotton of his shirt, his too-thin shoulders had tightened as well. The neck of his shirt was loose, the delicate line of his collarbones just visible.

Kit felt a rush of tenderness toward Ty, mixed with near-panic. In other circumstances, he thought, he would just have lied. But he couldn’t lie to Ty.”

“Tell me,” Kit said. Tell me what you need.

“Put your arms around me,” said Ty. His hands were pale blue blurs in the air, as if Kit were looking at a time-lapsed photo. “Hold on to me.”