Would Yall Read This Book??

Would yall read this book??

When Abel Sawyer is framed for murder by Chicago’s biggest gang, Gods Among Kings, bartenders at a dive bar for drop outs and misfits are thrown into a world of depts, crime, violence, passion, and hitmen as they fight to prove the innocence of their friend. But the more secrets they reveal, the more lies are created. They soon come to realise that enemies can be friends, friends can be family, and family can be enemies…

Or

New girl meets Peeky Blinders in a story where the main characters are Chaotic Gen Z and start a fight with a deadly gang because they’ve got nothing to loose..

“I’m a Law dropout living off shared tips and black coffee, with anxiety levels higher than my student loans. You’ve threatened the life of the guy who pays me, and the lives of those I care for in this damned world. Fire at will.”

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

Ignoring my latest post slamming on the darkling.... this was wholesome

#shadow and bone is a comedy

In other words: “Will Herondale is a fugly slut.”

From the diary of Tatiana Lightwood. December 27, 1873

I hate Will Herondale.

I hate Will Herondale.

I HATE Will Herondale.

How could I have ever felt anything but loathing for him, with his ridiculous name and his infernal Welsh accent and his preposterous handsome face! Ugh! The horrid monster read my old diary, OUT LOUD at the Institute Christmas party. On the stage, in the ballroom. To the entire Enclave.

Every single entry where I’d written my name as Mrs. Tatiana Herondale. Every bit where I wrote poetry about his absurdly blue eyes, how I shudder now to recall it! How I wish Elise Penhallow had never stopped playing the spinet and given him an opening to start reading OUT LOUD. I wish she was still playing the spinet now and for the rest of eternity and that Will Herondale had been utterly drowned out by the racket.

The HUMILIATION, it is not to be borne. He is a MONSTER. Gideon just stood there like a lummox. Gabriel had the decency to attempt to defend my honor and got his arm broken, which was the least he could do, really.

I suppose it is better that I have discovered Will Herondale’s TRUE NATURE and EVIL INTENT now rather than later. But oh, couldn’t I have found it out in a different way? A whispered cruel comment—an act of brutishness at someone else’s expense—but no. The whole Enclave just standing there gaping at me and whispering, whispering.

Of course Father told me in the carriage on the way home that I had disgraced us all and the good name of Lightwood, too. Gabriel sulked for the entire journey, even though the healing runes must have taken away any pain he was in, so there was no need for him to be so peevish. None of this was about him. Gideon took my hand and said, “Don’t fret, Tati. Everyone will forget about this before you know it.” I looked out the window of the carriage and ignored him. What could he possibly understand about the injury that has been dealt to me? Nothing, for he is a lunkhead.

When we arrived at Chiswick I thought about burning the diary, for I could no longer stand the sight of the thing. Will ruined it. I went up to my room and ripped the pages from the spine, then tore each page to pieces. I looked at the fire, which had plenty of hot coals, but I could not bring myself to consign the remains of the diary to the flames, whether they had disgraced our family name or not. Those pages were full of my fascinating ruminations and ideas and observations—about the London Enclave, about my father’s heroic exploits, about the precise shape of Elise Penhallow’s nose and what it revealed about her terrible character—and I found I did not want to see those words curl and vanish into ash. Instead I stuffed the mutilated pages into my green silk purse and tiptoed down the corridor. I hid them in the old mousehole behind one of my father's paintings of demons doing peculiar things. (I don’t know why he collects them, but then I suppose I have not yet developed a taste for art.) I hurried back to my room and threw the spine and covers of the book into the fire.

I am starting over with a new diary in which I will not mention W.H. at all. Except now. This is the last time.

But I will make him pay. No matter how long I have to wait.

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According to multiple quizzes im a Carstairs but my favourite Shadowhunter family is the Herondales.

And that kinda makes sense