So I found some new mascara today…
miss manga mascara… Gives you a ‘Manga effect’
let’s see how this works…
little weird… so far so good…. hmm.. let me get the other one..
alright let’s take a look…
holy shit. it worked.
I spent 7 dollars on this fucking mascara for 48 notes.
I’ve waited FOREVER for this
Panda researchers in China wear panda costumes to give mother-like feeling to a lonely baby panda who lost her mother [x]
without context it looks like some guy disguised himself as a panda so he could sneak into their panda community and now he’s making a quick getaway with the baby panda
why am i not the protagonist of an amazing story
you are though—its called your life
shut the fuck up i wanna struggle fighting demons not struggle with getting out of bed every day
but those are your demons
i am hereby naming you as the antagonist and now it is my sole job to find you and hit you in the face with a chair for that bitch ass comment you just made
and 49,275 days later, Jem loses his virginity! let’s celebrate!
A story for those who might have wondered what Tessa and Jem did after they met on Blackfriars Bridge in the epilogue of Clockwork Princess.
Those who do not like Tessa&Jem together or Jessa sexytimes probably should skip this. (You will not miss anything that will affect your understanding of later books.) Those who like that sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like.
After the Bridge alternates POV between Jem and Tessa. It will be posted in installments. This is Part Four. It is not the whole story. There are more parts. As this is one short story and not chaptered, each post will contain the whole story from the beginning up to the point where that part ends so that new readers or readers who don’t remember what happened won’t have to hunt down the previous post(s.)
[Also just a personal note: since starting to post this, I’ve been bombarded with requests to write Clace, Malec, Sizzy, Wessa, Jemma, Jordelia, ships that don’t even have names, etc short stories. I usually turn down requests to write short stories for published anthologies because I don’t have time — I really don’t have time to write a ton of short-story-length outtakes. I’m writing this as it grew out of a discussion with Holly Black and Kelly Link about romance shapes and sat on my head and demanded to be written. When that happens again, I will happily post what I write because I like to share free content. But I do need to focus on TLH and TDA right now, and nothing else is calling to be written. In other words, and I hope I am saying this the nicest possible way, I can’t take requests. We will all just have to see if inspiration strikes and hope it isn’t Mortmain/Benedict “The Worm” Lightwood.]
Meanwhile, definitely an R rating below. I admit I don’t really understand the rating system. SEXY TIMES. These characters are consenting and 135 years old, but I would probably keep the story away from kiddies.
AFTER THE BRIDGE PART FOUR
OMG so I just figured out the word “hurt”
it’s past, present and future
you will be hurt
you are hurt
you were hurt
BECAUSE IF SOMETHING TRULY HURT, IT NEVER REALLY STOPS
you poetic little shit
it’s because… it’s an adjective… …
you will be stupid
you are stupid
you were stupid
BECAUSE IF SOMEONE IS TRULY STUPID, THEY NEVER REALLY STOP
"Tess," he said, hoarsely. He was on his feet, without knowing how he had gotten there. He took a step toward her, and then another. "Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five."
She knew immediately what he meant. He knew she would. She knew him as no one else living did. “Are you counting days?”
"Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five days since I last kissed you," he said. "And I thought of you every single one of them. You do not have to remind me of the Tessa I loved. You were my first love and you will be my last one. I have never forgotten you. I have never not thought of you." He was close enough now to see the pulse pounding in her throat. To reach out and lift up a curl of her hair. "Never."
But your touch makes me forget my name as well, and I have no excuses. Only that I love you, and I always have and always will. I will not touch you if you do not want it, Jem. But if we are waiting until the idea of being together does not frighten us, we may be waiting a long time.
Meeting people on tumblr
- into the same shit as you
- kind and understanding
- good company
- easy to talk to
- LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE OR ON JUPITER
Herondales have to ask how to undo corsets.
Carstairs’ just rip them off.
lets see how emma does when her time with julian comes
THIS IS A CAT PLAYING IN FALL LEAVES THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT