Shadow Hunters:

Shadow Hunters: 

You're in for a long ride... 1 series...2 series...3 series...4 series...5 series...6 series and 3 huge ass novelas. Once you're in--there is no way out. But you won’t want a way out. 

Yes, we have a TV show...no it is not like the books and yes it is trash (fight me). Humour (hell yes, even when their shouldn't be...Herondales got your back making tense situations lighter since 1234 ;)  Tears, plot twists and a lot of family drama...if you can figure out which family you're from but if you can’t some immortal warlocks will probably remind you of what a prick your ancestors were (or otherwise).

Wait oh yeah and they fight demons sometimes but are usually caught up in fighting wars over their own messed up political systems. If you don’t like someone there's always someone else. A L W A Y S. The characters are endless, (you'll figure out how to keep track of them all)  but you’ll love each and everyone with whatever shards of your heart you still have left :) Think someone or something is insignificant. (think someone is dead?) HA. THINK AGAIN!

will you cry? yes. will it be worth it? A B S O L U T LY. Ships? HELL YES. Fandom ship conflict...sometimes, except over MALEC. because....no. They are untouchable.

A Newbie’s Guide to YA Literature Fandoms

So, you’ve stumbled upon this fantastic (please note my combined use of sarcasm and eager honesty) website - Tumblr.  Or, perhaps, you’re reading a screenshot of this on Instagram or Pinterest.  Whatever you’re on, it’s official.  You’re a part of the fandom.

How does one survive in a fandom?  Here’s a guide, sorted book by book… and don’t worry if you do not see your fandom yet - the list will receive future additions. 

1.  A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Yikes.  I can’t help you.  Be prepared for lots of conflicts over characters - Do we stan Tamlin, Nesta, and Elain?  Do we ship Elriel (Elain x Azriel), Elucien (Elain x Lucien), or neither?  Don’t forget to use caution - we have a lot of ~steamy~ jokes floating around here

2.  Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling

Wow, this is intense.  Personally, I am not heavily into Tumblr’s HP fandom, but I can say one thing - Non-canon ships.  We sink canon and let the best ships sail.  Drarry?  Totally.  Wolfstar?  Most definitely.  Romione?  Debatable.  Dramione?  Not as popular as Drarry, perhaps, but also debatable.  Hinny?  What’s that?  Does that exist?  What’s that, now?  I’m forgetting something important?  Oh, yeah… how do we feel about Snape?  Also, what’s your Hogwarts house?  You should know that.  Keep that very close - but don’t be afraid to blur the lines between houses.

3.  Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

What do we want?  THE CROWS TV SHOW.  When do we want it?  Now!  This may actually be the most wholesome fandom on this site.  Except, there’s one little thing… but I won’t spoil it for you.  Because.  It.  Never.  Happened.

4.  Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas

Turn back.  Turn back NOW.  Your heart is important.  Don’t let anyone rip it out of your chest… and NEVER.  EVER.  TRUST SOMETHING THAT SAYS “FRIENDLY REMINDER.”  There is a 95% chance that it is most definitely not friendly.  Oh yeah, there’s also a huge stockpile of pre-KOA theories…

Feel free to add more.

I have broken promises. But do not think, They did not hurt me, As much as they hurt you.

I never thought I would break a heart

And of course let us not forget the golden line of  “I'm going to introduce you to a wonderful invention called Uber,”™ Kit Herondale: The bridge from the Shadowhunter world to our odd form of mundane normalcy.

God bless Cassandra Clare for finally breaking the YA “what is technology we can’t use that” trope we stan OfficeMax the skilled calligrapher

Two Artists In Math Class

I am sitting in math class. We are supposed to be studying for exams. But I cannot focus. For these words scream to be let out. And so in the quiet classroom, I take out a tattered notebook. Filled to the brim with pieces of me, and I write. 

There is a girl sitting beside me in math class. We are supposed to be studying for exams. But she cannot seem to focus. Like something in her is screaming to be let out. And so in the quiet classroom, she pulls out a pencil. Worn to the stub with her fingered prints practically engraved in it, and she draws.

We are both twitchy things. Eager to release the weights on our hearts. Let our urges out of their cages. We are both artists in math class, with storms inside us, spinning hurricanes on paper, and willing worlds into existence, until the bell rings.                                                                                                                   And her drawing is done.                                                                                        And my paragraph is done.                                                                                      And her leg has finally stopped shaking. And I can breathe again. And we take a second to take it all in, before we pack up. And move on to our next class. 

We are both Artists.

And we will study later.

My thoughts scatter and blow Like leaves in the wind I struggle to hold on to them long enough To write them down  Before another comes my way Before they dance away Out of reach It is frustrating because I have so much to say But sometimes I let the thoughts come And I admire their shape Their colour Their uniqueness And let them go Because some leaves are not meant to be held And some thoughts are not meant to be kept And so I let them go And I am at peace

The Intangible Things 

And So I Write

You will undoubtedly find pieces of myself littered haphazardly among these pages. You will find them strewn about in every paragraph. Every Sentance. Every phrase. In every word. 

Sometimes when I need to give, pieces of myself, and I have lost all the people I throw myself away to… I turn to these pages. To lose myself to. And yet, when I know I must, I cannot. The words will hit a roadblock somewhere. My fingers itching and yet unable to find the words. 

And so I write anyways.

I write this. I write that. I write it all. Nonsense and gibberish. I write. When I have words but do not know what they have to say. Put pen to paper and find release among lost pieces of myself. Let the backlog of thoughts disperse through words and ink. Incoherent and Intangible. 

Whether or not it makes sense doesn’t matter in the moment. All that matters is the words flowing through me, thrumming in my veins, making up all that I am. ANd so I make them real. Give them a place to exist so that they may grant me temporary peace, and so that I may exist without a buildup of unsaid words chocking me. Building up in my chest, filling my lungs, making it hard to breathe.

And so I write. 

I write the nothingness into something. Let the thoughts I can not articulate flow out through pieces they do not relate to but rather let their tortured vocabulary enlighten my release.   ‘

And so I write.

And leave a couple more pieces of myself folded in these pages, stained in ink. So when I am not whole, I can remind myself that once I had excess parts of myself to give. And I left them behind.

So now and then, I write.