Me every time I get the chance to bore someone to death abt the Circle and Maryse (plus all the Circle girlies)😌☮ ➰🌞
Screaming crying and throwing up over Maryse Trueblood
Eliza: I am calm, I am relaxed, I am a happy tree.
The circle: *being the circle*
Eliza: YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD! TO BE A HAPPY TREE!
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Stephen: Ok, I need you to swear-
Celine: Fuck.
Stephen: Swear as in promise.
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Michael, about Valentine: Have you ever looked at an authority figure in your life and thought, "Wow, I respect a well-grilled hot dog more than I respect you?" ———————————————— Lucian: Your friends are counting on you! Valentine: Well that's their falt. I've carefully cultivated a persona that screams, "You're on your own!" ————————————————
Robert: What the hell are you smiling for?
Valentine: Am I not allowed to be happy?
Amatis: Of course you are… it’s just that you being happy, usually means someone’s lost their life… or a limb.
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Celine, first joining: I know we technically have permission to do this, but this all feels highly illegal.
Stephen: That’s half the fun of it.
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Stephen: People say I have a unique way of lighting up a room.
Amatis: It’s called arson and those people are witnesses.
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Celine: Robert and I are getting closer. The other day he gave me half his sandwich.
Robert, whispering to Maryse: I mistook her for a garbage can
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Robert: I tried to write “I’m a functional adult” but my phone changed it to “fictional adult” and I feel that’s more accurate.
I have a deep passion for the female shadowhunters in the circle (and or had some involvement) like Maryse, Celine, Amatis and Jocelyn??? Oh I could talk about them for HOURS.
my toxic trait is thinking i would be immune to valentine's manipulation tactics and able to see through his bullshit and not be brainwashed into joining his cult
i know full well the guy would be able to clock my trauma from a 10 meter radius and he would exploit the fuck out of it but a girl can dream