of ghosts and comics

cassandraclare:

Hi Mrs. Clare! I was just wondering if we would see any more shadowhunters with the ability to see ghosts as Will does in your upcoming work. I found this ability very interesting and I was sad there wasn’t more about it. I was also wondering if we would ever see Jessamine again. It’s okay if you…

cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 
(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)


pretty!
The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia
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cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 
(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)


pretty!
The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia
Zoom Info
cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 
(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)


pretty!
The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia
Zoom Info
cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 
(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)


pretty!
The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia
Zoom Info
cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 
(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)


pretty!
The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia
Zoom Info
cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 
(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)


pretty!
The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia
Zoom Info
cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 
(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)


pretty!
The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia
Zoom Info
cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 
(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)


pretty!
The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia
Zoom Info

cassandraclare:

her0ngray:

Favourite Books -The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.” 

(inspired by mmorrow’s photosets)

pretty!

The measure of love is to love without measure is attributed in Clockwork Princess to St. Augustine but it’s my understanding that there’s some historical confusion over who actually said it. *trivia

dashofirish:

but why are people talking about bieber getting arrested when ed sheeran saved a kitten from being put down 

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then he posted this on instagram 

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and he made a twitter for graham the cat

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graham posted a photo too

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in conclusion ed sheeran is great and graham is one lucky kitten

tmisource:

Read an excerpt from ‘City of Heavenly Fire’ + EW’s interview with Cassandra ClareOn Tuesday Entertainment Weekly’s TMI expert Breia Brissey announced an interview with The Mortal…View Post

tmisource:

Read an excerpt from ‘City of Heavenly Fire’ + EW’s interview with Cassandra Clare

On Tuesday Entertainment Weekly’s TMI expert Breia Brissey announced an interview with The Mortal…

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rainbow-lick:


"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.
My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.
Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”
Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.
Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.
It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.
Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.
"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."
He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.
We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.
"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.
Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.
We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?
Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.
"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….
Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.
As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 
I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”
-Dogbomb

 
sweetest story ever…

rainbow-lick:

"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.

My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.

Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”

Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.

Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.

It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.

Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.

"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."

He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.

We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.

"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.

Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.

We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?

Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.

"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….

Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.

As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 

I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”

-Dogbomb

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sweetest story ever…