Harry Potter
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City of Glass, Chapter 9: The Guilty Blood.
“Jace,” she said again. “Why? Why now?”
His lips parted in surprise. She could see a dark line where he had bitten his bottom lip, or maybe she had bitten it. “Why what now?”
“You said there was nothing between us. That if we—if we let ourselves feel what we might want to feel, we’d be hurting everyone we care about.”
“I told you. I was lying.” His eyes softened. “You think I don’t want to—?”
“No,” she said. “No, I’m not stupid, I know that you do. But when you said that now you finally understand why you feel this way about me, what did you mean?”
Not that she didn’t know, she thought, but she had to ask, had to hear him say it. Jace caught her wrists and drew her hands up to his face, lacing his fingers through hers.
“You remember what I said to you at the Penhallows’ house?” he asked. “That you never think about what you do before you do it, and that’s why you wreck everything you touch?”
“No, I’d forgotten that. Thanks for the reminder.”
He barely seemed to notice the sarcasm in her voice. “I wasn’t talking about you, Clary. I was talking about me. That’s what I’m like.” He turned his face slightly and her fingers slid along his cheek. “At least now I know why. I know what’s wrong with me. And maybe—maybe that’s why I need you so much. Because if Valentine made me a monster, then I suppose he made you a sort of angel. And Lucifer loved God, didn’t he? So says Milton, anyway.”
Clary sucked in her breath. “I am not an angel. And you don’t even know that that’s what Valentine used Ithuriel’s blood for—maybe Valentine just wanted it for himself—”
“He said the blood was for ‘me and mine,’” Jace said quietly. “It explains why you can do what you can do, Clary. The Seelie Queen said we were both experiments. Not just me.”
“I’m not an angel, Jace,” she repeated. “I don’t return library books. I steal illegal music off the Internet. I lie to my mom. I am completely ordinary.”
“Not to me.”
Wizards raising their wands when Dumbledore dies, the people of District 11 raising their three middle fingers when Rue dies. Farewell.
It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
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| Caesar: | tell me, is there a special guy back home? |
| you: | no, not really. |
| Caesar: | I don't believe it for a sec. Look at that face; a pretty lady as you. Tell me. |
| you: | well, there is this one guy I've had a crush on forever. |
| Caesar: | I tell you what, you go out there and you win this thing and when you get home he has to go out with you. Right folks ? HAHAHAHA! |
| you: | Thanks, but I don't think winning is going help me at all. |
| Caesar: | and why not |
| you: | because... he is fictional. |
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OTP : Sheldon & his spot.
The outfit I am wearing in the 2nd picture in the last row is one of my favorites.
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JOHN: You know I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t uh..
SARAH: Safer.
JOHN: Yeah.
SARAH: I know. I’m really sorry about what happened with Henry.
JOHN: Me too. You know I’ll find you again.
SARAH: Probably still be here. It’s the people that make the place, right?
JOHN: Yeah. Henry warned me that we only fall for one person.
SARAH: Ever?
JOHN: Ever.
