I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt.
Lily on the cover of New Beauty - Turkey January 2014
Valentine just doesn’t have time for this at all
"I would never date a girl who insisted that I cut you out of my life. It’s nonnegotiable. You want a piece of all this fabulousness?" He gestured at himself. "Well, my best friend comes along with it. I wouldn’t cut you out of my life, Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine’s Day gift."
"Gross." said Clary. "Must you?"
He grinned. “I must,”
I’ve heard the word “fear’”. I simply choose to believe it doesn’t apply to me.
Jamie Campbell Bower visits Royal Brompton Hospital @RBHCharity (Dec, 19)
Prior to reading at the Charity’s Christmas Carol Concert on the evening of 19th December, actor Jamie Campbell Bower was kind enough to visit seriously sick patients on two of Royal Brompton Hospital’s wards.
Jamie was given a tour of the hospital by the Charity and met several patients on Foulis (cystic fibrosis) Ward and Rose (children’s) Ward, chatting in-depth about football, his film career and just about anything the patients wanted to talk about!
No matter what you wear as long as you own it and you’re comfortable in it, it will show. You own whatever you wear, you don’t want the outfit to own you. I think I have grown just more confident in knowing my shape and what works on me. When something feels good you feel like something represents you the best. I feel like I have grown so much into myself over the past few years. Meeting designers also is like meeting actors.
Merry Christmas! Cassandra Jean’s December calendar portraits: the boys and the girls.
The Frays had never been a religiously observant family, but Clary loved Fifth Avenue at Christmas time. The air smelled like sweet roasted chestnuts, and the window displays sparkled with silver and blue, green and red. This year there were fat round crystal snowflakes attached to each lamppost, sending back the winter sunlight in shafts of gold[B1] . Not to mention the huge tree at Rockefeller Center. It threw its shadow across them as she and Simon draped themselves over the gate at the side of the skating rink, watching tourists fall down as they tried to navigate the ice.
Clary had a hot chocolate wrapped in her hands, the warmth spreading through her body. She felt almost normal—this, coming to Fifth to see the window displays and the tree, had been a winter tradition for her and Simon for as long as she could remember.
“Feels like old times, doesn’t it?” he said, echoing her thoughts as he propped his chin on his folded arms.
She chanced a sideways look at him. He was wearing a black topcoat and scarf that emphasized the winter pallor of his skin. His eyes were shadowed, indicating that he hadn’t fed on blood recently. He looked like what he was—a hungry, tired vampire.
Well, she thought. Almost like old times. “More people to buy presents for,” she said. “Plus, the always traumatic what-to-buy-someone-for-the-first-Christmas-after-you’ve-started-dating question.”
“What to get the Shadowhunter who has everything,” Simon said with a grin.
“Jace mostly likes weapons,” Clary sighed. “He likes books, but they have a huge library at the Institute. He likes classical music …” She brightened. Simon was a musician; even though his band was terrible, and was always changing their name—currently they were Lethal Soufflé—he did have training. “What would you give someone who likes to play the piano?”
“A really huge metronome that could also double as a weapon?”
Clary sighed, exasperated.
“Sheet music. Rachmaninoff is tough stuff, but he likes a challenge.”
“Now you’re talking. I’m going to see if there’s a music store around here.” Clary, done with her hot chocolate, tossed the cup into a nearby trash can and pulled her phone out. “What about you? What are you giving Isabelle?”
“I have absolutely no idea,” Simon said. They had started heading toward the avenue, where a steady stream of pedestrians gawking at the windows clogged the streets.
“Oh, come on. Isabelle’s easy.”
“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.” Simon’s brows drew together. “I think. I’m not sure. We haven’t discussed it. The relationship, I mean.”
“You really have to DTR, Simon.”
“Define the relationship. What it is, where it’s going. Are you boyfriend and girlfriend, just having fun, ‘it’s complicated,’ or what? When’s she going to tell her parents? Are you allowed to see other people?”
Simon blanched. “What? Seriously?”
“Seriously. In the meantime—perfume!” Clary grabbed Simon by the back of his coat and hauled him into a cosmetics store that had once been a bank. It was massive on the inside, with rows of gleaming bottles everywhere. “And something unusual,” she said, heading for the fragrance area. “Isabelle isn’t going to want to smell like everyone else. She’s going to want to smell like figs, or vetiver, or—”
“Figs? Figs have a smell?” Simon looked horrified; Clary was about to laugh at him when her phone buzzed. It was her mother.
where are you? It’s an emergency.
Tessa, Jem and Will, holiday-style!
Will, Jem, Tessa & Church, because we love them and Church is a gwumpy cat on a Chwismas day :3
(I think I’m going to have a flu D:)
A very warlock Christmas!
Just a normal Christmas vacation with our badass trio~
Livestream’d this with my friends, really had fun! Good luck with your exams guys! Let’s give our best. It’ll be Christmas vacation soon! <3
Ragnor Fell, Catarina Loss and Magnus Bane (c) The Bane Chronicles by Cassandra Clare, Sarah Reese Brennan & Maureen Johnson