I alway thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad shadowhunter. To love is to destroy. I believed that. And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained. And then I saw how much you loved your mother, loved Simon, and how you’d walk into hell to save them. Love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I’d ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak.
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“I always want to be with you. And not just… not just to talk to. When you touch me…” I dare to let my fingers brush lightly along the warm skin of his arm, and it feels like the flames are flowing from their tips now. His arm tightens around me. Does he feel the fire? “I don’t want you to stop.”
[x] but the moment he saw her, Julian seemed to relax. The terrified look vanished from his expression as she moved to stand next to him.
[6/10 men who were blessed so fucking good] Maximilian Paul Diarmuid Irons
—“Acting advice is a bit like your parents teaching you how to drive a car. You know they’re right, but you still kind of want them to shut up a bit.”