Allthefandomsbetween

Just a shadowhunter who plays Exy religiously, went to Watford and occasionally eats Cornettos.

[crystalmethsthings]

andrew at any point in time bc he’s a slut for neil:

[allthefandomsbetween]

I genuinely think that if Neil died in Baltimore, Andrew would have gone feral. Like creepy smile, knives the throat, on many drugs, feral.

[herondaleoffspring]

tbh the foxes should have known andrew was gay the first time he opened his mouth around them. have you ever seen a straight man thinking through anything coming out of his mouth the way andrew does? thought so

[alexalexinii]

The fact that Simon Snow is alive.

And I’m hopelessly in love with him.

[alexalexinii]

gotta protect the sun sensitive bf

[clockworkbee]

fuck all romances except whatever that freewheeling bisexual warlock and his shy mortal boyfriend with eyes the precise color of his magic had going on

[danka-in-art]

Could be interpreted both as a demon/angel au or just Andreil with wings.

[missbliss12]

...Part 2 of the illustrations for my twin sister's big Simon Snow fic! Which you can now read on AO3! (It's wonderful and you should read it.)

Here's the synopsis! (The link is in the title - simply click it to read)

Enemies Closer (The Magickal School-Life of Simon Snow and Baz Pitch)

Of all the things I expect my father to tell me when we convene in his study, it very much isn’t, “The Old Families want you to befriend the Chosen One.”

A COMPLETED fic of Simon and Baz’s eight years together at Watford with one fundamental change to their relationship: what if eleven-year-old Baz had been instructed to be Simon’s friend instead of his enemy? (Answer: much the same initial antagonistic relationship that becomes a slow-burning and character-defining romance.)

Includes lots of magickal worldbuilding that fill in the gaps of their missing years at Watford, their coming-of-age stories, and their eventual love story.

Covers Simon Snow and the Mage’s Heir (year 1) through Carry On (year 8).

[allthefandomsbetween]

So like Emma and Julian turned into true Shadowhunters right? Were they wearing gear or were they… um… you know naked? Won’t that be a little scaring for the children????

[allthefandomsbetween]

The reason why I love Simon and baz’s relationship is because it’s so raw and, yes it’s in a fantasy world, but it’s real. Most book couples have the perfect sexy time scenes, the perfect meet up, and the perfect bodies.

1. Both Simon and baz have panicked during sexy time

2. Baz was forced with Simon through some magical handshake

3. Baz is literally grey, Simon has moles everywhere, and neither have washboard abs

Baz and Simon have the most realistic love story I have ever read about and I will not stop talking about it.

[allthefandomsbetween]

Don’t get me wrong, I love my person, but there is just something about book character love/soulmates that I won’t ever find in real life and it saddens me beyond my comprehension…

[allthefandomsbetween]

Headcanon: listening to hozier in the car on a late night drive with your person…

Just a thought

[herondaleoffspring]

at this point i'm convinced eden's twilight is a gay bar and aaron just doesn't know it

[allthefandomsbetween]

Anyone else like REALLY enjoying tumblr’s new icon picture? 😫😘❤️

[secrettryst]

magnus reminds me of the feeling of pleasant coolness against one's skin when one finally slips out of their covers in the morning after a long restful night, of the little shimmers of light one's eye catches when looking at moving waters, of the solidity of a wall that never crumbles even if leaned upon. he brings forth memories that are not mine, of places that i've never known or imagined. magnus is the overwhelming brightness, sound and magic while gazing at fireworks for the first time in one's life ; he's the delicate line between subtle mockeries and refined poetry at a précieuse's salon in the 1500s. he's the beauty of first loves and the crushing of their collapsing. he's the distant fondness one can feel when remembering an acquaintance they had once known and realizing they're not that person anymore. magnus is the drip of sarcasm in articulate jokes, the beauty of a worn book which has been read over and over— therefore loved over and over. magnus is love in all its beauty, at its best and at its worst, at his best and at his worst.

alec represents dawn and the wondrous feeling it pulls out of one's chest when it's the first time they stay up late— or early enough to watch it. he reminds me of eating fruits and having juice on one's fingers, not being quite able to wash it away, but putting up with the slight hindrance of the stickiness it causes and rejoicing in the rich taste on one's tongue. he reminds me of the laughter one can share with their siblings, of the tears and of the loneliness a disagreement with said-siblings can cause. alexander is waking up really early and finding out that no one else has risen yet and deciding to prepare breakfast for them. he is the feeling of a favorite sweater too often worn, that is never being given up by its owner because of the fondness the memories attached to it bring. alec is the feeling of gliding against soft wooden floors with socks on as a child just because you can. he reminds me of the center of a flower, where all of its petals— all of what makes it beautiful— are attached, he is the core, a necessity. he is constant, he is what it means to be reliable, ever so loving, ever so present, ever so kind in words and gestures.

together, they remind me of two cups of coffee gone cold as they've been left by their owners, who have returned to a shared bed. they remind me of melting ice, adapting to a new environment while not losing its essence. they remind me of what it means to truly adore another, to actually care about them. they remind me of unwritten letters that need not be written, as staring into each other's eyes does the trick. they are tender touches in dreadful situations, to remind one of the other's presence and love. they represent what's unconditional, without question, without doubt. they're chains, tightly knit together, never breaking apart, never letting go. magnus and alec are the tender love of a parental figure some of us might have never known. they are bright eyes, wild laughter and unbroken promises. they are the delicate little thread one soul gives to another one when it has found where it belongs. magnus is a gentle but playful pat on the head as alexander is a soothing hand stabilizing one's shoulder. they are unchained love, unrestrained loyalty in their prime, and their prime is everlasting.

[luftballons99]

you ever think about asheiji

[allthefandomsbetween]

YOUNG ROYALS TEASER HAS ME WEAK!

The beginning few seconds had me scream happy crying but then the rest was just sad crying