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“Magnus? Magnus Bane?”
“That would be me.” The man blocking the doorway was as tall and thin as a rail, his hair a crown of dense back spikes. Clary guessed from the curse of his sleepy eyes and the gold tone of his evenly tanned skin that he was part Asian. He wore jeans and a black shirt covered with dozens of metal buckles. His eyes were crusted with a raccoon mask of charcoal glitter, his lips painted a dark shade of blue. He raked a ring-laden hand through his spiked hair and regarded them thoughtfully. “Children of the Nephilim,” he said. “Well, well. I don’t recall inviting you. I must have been drunk.”
Simon said. “It’s a joke, Isabelle. He’s the Count. He likes counting. You know. ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies…’”
There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. “It’s not realistic.”
“What would you prefer? ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers…”
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"I guessed," he said, latching the door behind them. "It seemed like the most likely explanation."
"You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
He pressed a button in the wall and the elevator lurched into action with a vibrating groan that she felt all through the bones in her feet. "I was ninety percent sure."
"I see," Clary said.
There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"
"The other ten percent," she said, and they rode the rest of the way down to the street in silence.
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A pair of werewolves occupied another booth. They were eating raw shanks of lamb and arguing about who would win in a fight: Dumbledore from Harry Potter books or Magnus Bane.
"Dumbledore would totally win," said the first one. "He has the badass Killing Curse."
The second lycanthrope made a trenchant point. "But Dumbledore isn't real."
"I don't think Magnus Bane is real either," scoffed the first. "Have you ever met him?"
"This is so weird," said Clary, slinking down in her seat. "Are you listening to them?"
"No. It's rude to eavesdrop," said Jace."
- City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare
Dumbledore or Magnus Bane?
Church and Chairman Meow?
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softly_me and her amazing The Vampire Diaries Comment Ficathon. I just wanted to do a general one for the mass collections of fandom out there and all the different things people might want to write or read.
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I will say, celebrating Shabbat at the Western Wall was mind blowing. I was shaking so hard when I first saw the wall. I've never had such a physical reaction to something. I started sobbing on my way through the crowd to touch the wall and basically cried and prayed at the thing a whole lot. It was incredible and I can say I was there (twice).
I climbed the Golan Heights and the Masada. I had my Bat Mitzvah (which again, I cried a lot at -- the phrase soft as puppy shit became synonymous with me; something my dad started). The lot of us (about 45 total?) became super close even after the first day. I made some really amazing friends and honestly we were family by the second day. To be honest, I probably cried every single day I was there because I was so overwhelmed. I was happy, sad, touched, angry, proud and so much more.
People seem to think that if you go to Israel there's going to be gunfire in the streets, but it is not at all like that. Then again, we weren't near Gaza. The closest we got was Sderot (a few kilometers away). Jerusalem and Tsfat were the best places we went to. Honestly, if I had stayed (and I had a number of chances to do so) I would have stayed another week or so in Tsfat. It's the center of Art and Kabbalah Mysticism and absolutely amazing. I felt so alive there. We also got to check out Bedouin life and spend a night in the tents out in the desert. We sat around a campfire at night and sang so loud we lost our voices. It was incredible.
We did so so much more but I don't even know where to start talking about it. Please, please, if you have the chance, do go to Israel or on a Birthright program. There were people there who celebrated Christmas their entire lives or just found out they were Jewish. Some kept Kosher. A lot of us got Bacon Cheeseburgers on the way back to the States (LOL).
I'm still on an Israel rush and a little sad to be back, but I know I'm going back one day.
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