She crossed her arms over her chest, the way she did when she was cold or upset. But she didn’t look up. The conversation went on around them: who was going to kiss who, what was going to happen. Hopeless rage rose up in Jace’s chest, and as usual, found its escape in a sarcastic comment.
“Well, I’m not kissing the mundane,” he said. “I’d rather stay down here and rot.”
“Forever?” said Simon. His eyes were big and dark and serious. “Forever’s an awfully long time.”
Ah, Jace’s bigotry is showing up again! Isn’t really nice to see that this douchenozzle hasn’t changed one bit. The way that it’s written, it doesn’t really come off as not Jace’s objection to kissing a guy, but his objection to touching a lowly mundane. Again, replace the word mundane with the minority of your choice if you don’t see the inherent bigotry in that piece.
Also, Jace would rather rot in the realm of the Seelies forever than to man up and kiss Simon if that was required of him. Wow, look at the sure depth of his bigotry. Yes, I will point out that Jace could be grossed over kissing another guy like any presumably straight guy would be. However, the subtext does not say this to me. To me, it really comes off that it’s not Simon’s gender that bothers Jace but that he’s a different species from Jace, especially with a species he deems less superior than his own.
Jace looked back at those eyes. Simon was probably a good person, he thought. He loved Clary and he wanted to take care of her and make her happy. He’d probably make a spectacular boyfriend. Logically, Jace knew, it was exactly what he ought to want for his sister. But he couldn’t look at Simon without wanting to kill someone. “I knew it,” he said nastily. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
“Of course not. But if—”
I can understand being jealous. It’s very logical for an ex to be jealous of a new romantic partner. However, Jace never stops trying to pressure Clary into the relationship until the end of the book. All throughout this book, he is consistently forcing Clary being into a relationship with him. Jace not for one moment thinks about trying to move on. As I said before, Jace never actually tries to move on. He refuses to give himself the emotional space (and physical) space he really needs to move on.
“I guess it’s true what they say. There are no straight men in the trenches.”
“That’s atheists, jackass.” Simon was bright red. “There are no atheists in the trenches.”
It was the Queen who interrupted them, leaning forward so that her white neck and breasts were displayed above the neckline of her low-cut gown. “While this is all very amusing, the kiss that will free the girl is the kiss that she most desires,” she said. “Only that and nothing more.”
Hahaha fuck you*
Again, I wouldn’t be this offended if Cassandra Clare didn’t have a horrible record of passive homophobia and/or queerphobia throughout her books. All I need to say at this point is Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood. Their entire storylines and just backstory are just full of that toxic crap.
So with all that I said in mind, Cassandra Clare can just stop with the fucking gay jokes. I don’t think this is cute or funny and she can go fuck herself.
Simon went from red to white. If the kiss that Clary most desired wasn’t Simon’s, then . . .the way she was looking at Jace, from Jace to Clary, answered that.
Jace’s heart started to pound. He met the Queen’s eyes with his own. “Why are you doing this?”
“I rather thought I was offering you a boon,” she said. “Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire your kiss, she won’t be free.”
After all this time fucking around and Clare padding her word count, we finally get to the goddamn point of this farce. This is the second time reading this scene and it still makes me want to punch someone in the throat!
And just like the last time we got to post, the point of this is for Jace to kiss Clary, in front of her boyfriend no less. *rolls eyes*. It’s still contrived as hell and I just want to get through the end of this bullshit.
Jace felt blood flood into his face. He was vaguely aware of Simon arguing that Jace and Clary were brother and sister, that it wasn’t right, but he ignored him. The Seelie Queen was looking at him, and her eyes were like the sea before a deadly storm, and he wanted to say thank you. Thank you.
And that was the most dangerous thing of all, he thought, as around him his companions argued about whether Clary and Jace had to do this, or what any of them would be willing to do to escape the Court. To allow the Queen to give you something you wanted — truly, truly wanted — was to put yourself in her power. How had she looked at him and known, he wondered? That this was what he thought about, wanted, woke from dreams of, gasping and sweating? That when he thought, really thought, about the fact that he might never get to kiss Clary again, he wanted to die or hurt or bleed so badly he’d go up to the attic and train alone for hours until he was so exhausted he had no choice but to pass out, exhausted. He’d have bruises in the morning, bruises and cuts and scraped skin and if he could have named all his injuries they would have had the same name: Clary, Clary, Clary.
Ya’ll, Clare had just made the original scene so much fucking worse. I can’t decide if I want to gag, or just fucking roll his eyes. Again, it’s all about Jace’s feelings and his epic man pain. Edward Cullen needs to scoot over, because as Dean Winchester would say: “This is some emo bullshit!” If you listen closely you can hear a song by The Cure in the background or is rather the tiniest violin?
Also, notice how nice Clare has empathized that her dream man cares nothing about Clary’s (her self-insert) feelings, or that he could possibly be destroying her relationship with Simon. I keep pointing it out, but he’s just fucking disregarding Simon as a person. He’s not o person with feelings, no Simon is just an obstacle in Jace’s way. Also, you don’t give a shit that this could destroy Jace’s families lives as well. Jace doesn’t give a shit about them having front row seat to their foster brother making out with his biological sister might have adverse emotional impact
No, it’s just ALL ABOUT HIM! I mean, he hears Simon protesting that Jace and Clary are siblings, but do you ever see Jace struggle over that? Nah, because Jace Wayland gets what he wants no matter the costs.
Yet, it’s all about Clary (and by proxy Clare) because this whole scene is about Clary in the end. Jace wanking to Clary’s wonderfulness so that Clare can get some vicarious thrill. In all honesty, it’s pathetic. Why couldn’t Clare just keep her wank fantasy on some hidden file on her laptop like everyone else? Why must we all suffer through this??!!
Simon was still talking, saying something, angry again. “You don’t have to do this, Clary, it’s a trick—”
“Not a trick,” said Jace. The calmness in his own voice surprised him. “A test.” He looked at Clary. She was biting her lip, her hand wound in a curl of her hair; the gestures so characteristic, so very much a part of her, they shattered his heart. Simon was arguing with Isabelle now as the Seelie Queen lounged back and watched them like a sleek, amused cat.
Isabelle sounded exasperated. ‘Who cares, anyway? It’s just a kiss.”
“That’s right,” Jace said.
I have been meaning to point this out, but I’m going to do so now. Clare by bringing up all the things Jace noticed about her personality to try to lampshade that Jace doesn’t really know Clary all that well. Of all the time, Jace and Clary have spent together they never talk about their likes, their dislikes, their hobbies, or what they have in common. Yes, Jace and Clary have exchanged their backstories, but only the bare medium.
Clare is trying to not so subtly bring up all of what Jace knows about her, as a way to cement the idea that Clary and Jace are twu luv and surely meant for each other. If this was the case, Simon wouldn’t be sloppy seconds.
No, almost in every scene that Jace and Clary are together Jace belittles her, dismisses her ideas and thoughts, and ignores what she might want or need. I have said over and over and OVER again how out how downright toxic Clary and Jace’s relationship is.
Clary looked up, then finally, and her wide green eyes rested on him. He moved toward her, and as it always did, the rest of the world fell away until it was just them, as if they stood on a spotlighted stage in an empty auditorium. He put his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. She had stopped biting her lip, and her cheeks were flushed, her eyes a brilliant green. He could feel the tension in his own body, the effort of holding back, of not pulling her against him and taking this once chance, however dangerous and stupid and unwise, and kissing her the way he had thought he would never, in his life, be able to kiss her again.
“It’s just a kiss,” he said, and heard the roughness in his own voice, and wondered if she heard it, too.
Not that it mattered—there was no way to hide it. It was too much. He had never wanted like this before. There had always been girls. He had asked himself, in the dead of night, staring at the blank walls of his room, what made Clary so different. She was beautiful, but other girls were beautiful. She was smart, but there were other smart girls. She understood him, laughed when he laughed, saw through the defenses he put up to what was underneath. There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.
*headdesk* Cassandra Clare get your fucking hands out of your pants! Jesus, you just can’t help yourself now. Yes, we all know that your self-insert is the specialist sue to ever sue. *Yawn* next?
I usually love romance, even for someone who is aromantic I still personally love watching two people fall in love. My favorite type of relationship is, of course, the slow burn when the two people after all their obstacles and kiss. There is a reason that I have like a stack of old Harquilien books hidden my bedroom (don’t judge me okay). This shit right here is just melodramatic and gross, and I just want this shit show to stop okay? Jace needs to kiss her and get it over with so I can finally go throw up.
But still, maybe, he could find all that somewhere else. People fell in love, and lost, and moved on. He didn’t know why he couldn’t. He didn’t know why he didn’t even want to. All he knew was that whatever he had to owe to Hell or Heaven for this chance, he was going to make it count.
He reached down and took her hands, winding his fingers with hers, and whispered in her ear. “You can close your eyes and think of England if you like,” he said.
Again, Jace just confirmed that he is actively not trying to move on. He is just going to fester and obsess over Clary until she finally gives him what he wants. Also, this “Close your eyes and think of England” bullshit has some really rape-y connotations. To me, he’s basically saying: “Be still why I take what I want.”
Yet, again I’m supposed to be rooting for this couple? How about no!