Insane Right? Ive Never Felt More Ambushed

Insane right? I‘ve never felt more ambushed🫠

bro what do you mean more chot chapters came out???

i was just making lasagna, minding my business and I SEE THIS????

Oliver was gaslighting himself so hard it seeped through the pages and made me question my own sanity

okay I'm literally at page 218 of 'if we were villains' and can't take this anymore, I don't get if oliver is just dumb or what.

YOU'RE BEST FRIEND JUST KISSED A GIRL AND AND YOUR STOMACH HURTS FROM JEALOUSY???

this boy is not only dumb but BLIND, for all the fucking book so far he was always like "yea I really like meredith, but if someone ever try to get near my james I'll beat them to death, no one is allowed to touch or look at him." WHY DON'T YOU ASK YOURSELF SOME QUESTIONS DEAR OLIVER..

the closet is a window but he lives in a house without light.

Ugh yes he believes himself to be empty when really he doesn’t lack in anything, he’s such an angel and can’t even see it. Here’s an additional description, this time by Cordelia:

Crystals glittered in his blonde hair and his high cheekbones were flushed with cold. He looked like an angel painted by Caravaggio and sugar-dusted with snow.

((I love it when James describes Matthew with music undertones:

“Matthew moved into position to fight him, the staff as light and easily balanced in his hand as if he were a conductor gesturing with his baton. He moved with easy grace, like any Shadowhunter would, but somehow as if he was playing, as if at any moment he might be dancing.”

And

“He could hear their voices […] Matthew’s low and musical tones”.

Matthew is graceful, he moves as if he could be dancing, he holds weapons as if they are batons, his voice is musical and pleasant to hear, so much people gather to hear him talk, to hear him tell stories. He loves art so much and despairs he can’t produce any, but doesn’t realise he’s like art himself.))

Thomas: I AM TELLING YOU. I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON ALASTAIR.

Matthew: I never said I was talking about Alastair.

Thomas: *starts sweating*

Matthew:

Matthew: Is there something you need to tell me?

you wish for happiness. I wish for matthew fairchild to be alive. we are not the same.

Matthew: Do you ever get water hungry?

James: Water hungry??

James: …

James: Do you mean thirsty?

Matthew: *blinks* Oh.