Eye opening, isn’t it?
honestly grace and jesse's backs must really hurt after carrying the entirety of chain of gold on their shoulders
I will never understand how someone can finish a book, like it and then just go on living. I have to go look for all of the fan art and fanfiction that has ever been published. Do deep character analysis, see what other people think of it, and basically just scroll down the book’s tumblr tag for HOURS looking at everything that’s already been discussed about it then imerse myself in the fandom so much it will consume my every thought for at least the coming week.
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I've said it before and I'm going to say it again -
A LOT OF YA WRITERS NEED TO TAKE A PAGE FROM THE "KERRI MENISCALCO BOOK OF MALE CHARACTERS" AND LEARN HOW TO WRITE DARK, MYSTERIOUS AND YET NON-TOXIC MALE LEADS.
YOU CAN BE COLD WITHOUT BEING A COMPLETE JERK AND THERE CAN BE BANTER WITHOUT MAKING REMARKS ABOUT HOW YOU WANT TO RAIL THE FEMALE PROTAGONIST.
YOUR MALE LEAD CAN HAVE SEXUAL THOUGHTS ABOUT THE FEMALE LEAD WITHOUT SOUNDING LIKE A PREDATOR.
Hell, even mephistopheles was a shit ton better than a lot of male protagonists we have and he was the manipulative one.
Day 08- Elorcan.
Will Herondale sat in the window of his new bedroom and looked out at a London frozen under a chilly winter sky. Snow dusted the tops of houses reaching away toward the pale ribbon of the Thames, giving the view the feeling of a fairy-tale.
Though at the moment, Will was not feeling very friendly toward fairytales.
He ought to be happy, he knew that much — after all, it was his wedding day.
Will, upon Matthew’s arrival at the institute: Okay kid, if you’re going to be a part of this family, you have to be put on rotation for the Weekly Sacrifice
Matthew: The what?
James: Each week, one of us has to pretend to be sick so that he can call Brother Zachariah over.
Will: You’re the newcomer, so it’s your turn, and-
Matthew, having crawled into bed, shivering under blankets, wailing: CALL THE BROTHERS, I AM MOST VILELY ILL!!!
James: A common cold would suffice…
Matthew: I HAVE DROPSY! DEATH IS IMMINENT! AH, DEAR LOST YOUTH
Will: …Excessive. I like it.