fuckmylifeandonedirection:

What do ya mean you don’t like daddy’s tattoo?

Shhh honey you’re wrong

sorry for poking your eye let’s find mom….

cassandraclare:

His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass.

He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you.

Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn’t know why. He’s your brother. He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you.