Will as the Nine of Steles from the Shadowhunter Tarot. (Yes, we’re going to do every single card for a complete deck. If you haven’t seen your favorite character yet: you will. There’s room for everyone, and repeats of some of the most important.)
There’s a little Clockwork Princes clue in here too if you look.
The way Will gets so angry whenever anyone insults or disrespects Charlotte or Henry or Jem…..
“Bastards, talking over her like that,” muttered Will. Tessa looked at him in astonishment. He was staring intently down at the scene before him, his fists at his sides.
To Gabriel, when he insults Jem….
“That’s what you called it. Back at the Institute. His ‘disability.’” Will tossed the bloody cloth aside. “And you wonder why we aren’t friends.”
“Baiting Gabriel Lightwood like that - why do you do it? What’s the point?”
“You heard what he said about you-“
When Gabriel says that Charlotte deserves to have the institute taken away from her….
“Say that again,” said Will, “and I’ll darken your daylights for you.”
DO YOU EVER CRY BECAUSE WILL HERONDALE
Will Herondale’s letter to his parents
Mother, Father:
It’s my seventeenth birthday today. I know that to write to you is to break the Law. I know that I will likely tear this letter in pieces when it is finished, as I have done on all my birthdays past since I was twelve. But I write anyway, to commemorate the occasion, the way some make yearly pilgrimages to a grave to remember the death of a loved one. For are we not dead to each other? […]
“The Angel blade burns you, just as God’s name chokes you,” said Valentine, his cool voice sharp as crystal. “They say that those who die upon its point will achieve the gates of heaven. In which case, revenant, I am doing you a favor.” He lowered the blade so that the tip touched Simon’s throat. Valentine’s eyes were the color of black water and there was nothing in them: no anger, no compassion, not even any hate. They were empty as a hollowed-out grave. “Any last words?”
Simon knew what he was supposed to say. Sh’ma Yisrael, adonai elohanu, adonai echod. Hear, oh Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One. He tried to speak the words, but a searing pain burned his throat.
”Clary,” he whispered instead.
look how handsome he is
sigh
bb y so perfect
that smile
ugggghh
u so fictional
“They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.”
(Source: injacesandwillspants)
“They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.”
(Source: injacesandwillspants)
Will won his YA Crush Tourney round, so — a Will snippet! Simon and Alec didn’t win their rounds, but I’ll be snippeting them anyway in the upcoming week.
“By the Angel, Bridget’s depressing,” said Henry, setting down his newspaper directly on his plate and causing the edge to soak through…
