𝓣𝕙𝕖 𝓙𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕕𝕖➳

❝  We  die  consuming        the filth and fumes          of our self-destruction.  ❞ indie alec lightwood from shadowhunters. RULES. CANON-DIVERGENT. SELECTIVE.

[memoriiam-blog]

we carry death in our bones and terror in our souls. we don’t believe in gods and miracles, we can’t see the light of the sun as you do. our bodies are graveyards for hopes and dreams and love that you dared give to us. how could we bathe in sunlight when our hearts are made of stardust and moonlight ? how could we spread our wings to heaven when the physical world has ripped our feathers away and stepped on our bones ?  tell us, sky children. tell us how to live and be whole again. 

MEMORIIAM. INDIE OC. WRITTEN BY ALEX. RULES. ABOUT.

[kyniiigos-blog]

「 raphael ☆ 」

           the shadowhunter far surpasses the other ones he’s had the misfortune of knowing which doesn’t say much when he’s still a shadowhunter. the others preach too much about shadowhunters and downworlders being equal when it’ll never be that way. one could never trust a shadowhunter and raphael would never make that mistake again after simon had betrayed him for one.  ❝ i don’t hate simon i’m angry with him. simon’s betrayed us, doesn’t mean i don’t want to be sure he’s okay. ❞ 

           sun cradled  &&  earth loved  ,  he falls on the edge of the WORLD  ,  just above the downworlders, just under the angels.  nephilim  blood pumps through veins, heart  &&  mind  unaffected  by the differences between him and the vampire  -----------  he does not care, he would be a  hypocrite  if he did. alec is known for showing displeasure regarding the freshly-turned vampire, but it is not HATRED  ;  thus muscles relax upon hearing raphael’s words.    ❝  i understand. it’s a --- familiar  situation.  ❞   bitterness  on his tongue, memory of his  parabatai  coming to mind  ---  they all have reasons to be angry.  ❝  simon is  probably  with clary.  most likely with clary.  ❞  

[kyniiigos-blog]

             stares at all these blogs i wanna follow but their urls have .co.vu and malwarebytes blocks ‘em.  well, this was a fun journey,

[kyniiigos-blog]

「  ugh ☆  」

        ❛    no one is FORCING you to listen to what I have to say ——- though, I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t want to listen to the beauty that is my voice. really, you are one of a kind. ❜ there was a dramatic feign of OFFENCE that cradled the expression of ryan’s mouth     &        eyes, his eyes imploring the SHADOWHUNTER’S face as he hefted a HEAVY sigh (   boy bred in flame     &       illusion  ).  ❛  but i guess if you don’t want to HEAR it, i won’t BORE you with the details. such a shame ;       it was a GOOD story.    ❜

       -------  he can’t believe he is stuck in this situation. alec is familiar with these types of personalities, but god, he will never be able to handle them. he does not  BOTHER  to hide his displeasure  ---  how dares the other disrupt his thoughts with this ?    ❝   i don’t know about the  OTHERS   ,  but hearing your voice is making me feel  physical  pain.    ❞   he’s glad there will be no story; he wouldn’t be able to handle one more  minute  of talking.

[kyniiigos-blog]

「 magnus ♡ 」

      “was that a joke?” he doesn’t mean to tease, but alec makes it so dreadfully easy– what with that smile and all, and those achingly boyish charms; he may not be human, but he feels as weak as one to it all. gently slipping his hand from alec’s knee, the warlock cranes his head enough to the side to place a delicate kiss against his wrist, before gesturing a finger at his plate. “come along now, dear, your food’s going to get cold.”

        something in his rib cage flutters upon hearing magnus’ words  ---  he feels oddly cared for, warm and cozy upon realizing that all of it is real. alec watches the hand slip away from his knee, his own now retreating.  ❝  thank you--- for the food.  ❞  it would not be enough to say he’s surprised with magnus guessing his favorite food  ---  pasta. or maybe he found out from a good source; probably  isabelle. he gets the fork with food, bringing it to his mouth, and tasting the homemade pasta.   ❝  --- it tastes great. ❞  

[speediinglight-deactivated20190]

                                    i won’t stop until i’ve saved everyone you’ve captured!                                     i’ll never stop until i've honoured the sacrifices of everyone                                     who’s fallen along the way! and i won’t be through until i’ve                                     kicked your flabby behind once and for all! 

                      so you just keep pushin’ me, doc.                                   I’LL PUSH RIGHT BACK.

      [ PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG. edit source. ] 

[kyniiigos-blog]

          OKAY.  i’ve got to study && do replies !! for every thing i study, i will do a reply !! so i if succeed in learning these stuff by monday, i’ll be finished with all REPLIES !! wish me luck.

[kyniiigos-blog]

— — — —   ➥  alec’s instagram 

alec only follows family and an account with dog pictures. he also stops by to play with mundanes’ pets and take pictures of them.

[kyniiigos-blog]

「 magnus ♡ 」

                  “i do– ?” inquisitive gaze follows the tender hand that raises in his aid; lips part to mutter a quiet thank you that is halted when alec’s hand opts to rest cupped around the crook of his neck— ah. a teasing hand brushes a spot just above alec’s knee in return after a short pause ( filled with a grin ), before resting uninterrupted on his thigh. “you had something on your leg.”

          ❝  i’m sure of that.  ❞  he mirrors the curl of lips, though his form a smirk - amused - and eyebrows raise as if questioning magnus’ intentions. fingertips rest close to the other’s nape and start gently caressing the skin there as he leans in and closes the space between him and his lover.   ❝   thank you for saving my leg’s dignity.  ❞

[kyniiigos-blog]

「 @nekromantiiis ♡ 」

            ❝ ...you’ve got, uhm, you’ve got something on your face --- ❞  hand reaches out, swiping the bread crumbs away from magnus’ corner of lips. he keeps his hand pressed against soft cheek, lingering for just a few more seconds before it slides down, cupping the side of his neck.  ❝ done. ❞

[sickberns-blog]

                            TO THE LEADER, THE PARIAH,                                THE VICTOR, THE MESSIAH:                                                THIS IS WAR.

[aleclightwoodisgay]

shadowhunters + gay text posts (1/?)

bonus:

[kyniiigos-blog]

          alec lightwood  is as  pure and sweet  as cinnamon rolls and  good and soft  like mashed potato,  pass it on (◕‿◕✿)

[mabellous]

(insp.)

[auideas]

I’m made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly supressed anger.

The Never Book (via sludgeborn)

[kyniiigos-blog]

「 mundane ☆ 」

             ‘  mmmmhmmmmm.  ’   disinterest is an art within low hum, & there’s a pained roll of vivid hues as attention is brought to the other  ━━  KNITTED  EYE  BROWS and ignorant countenance.   ‘  ━━  i assume you enjoy offering your opinion. BUT  I  DON’T  NEED  IT, but i’ll remember that for when i require a  ‘ cheap & useless ’  opinion.  ’

       he  shrugs  ,  shoulders shaking as visage contorts and lips pull into a thin line. his words were impulsive, alec is aware. acting without thinking twice is not something he usually does  ----  but he does not feel the need to  apologize  either.   ❝  whatever you want, i suppose. keep being interested in... whatever that is.  ❞

[psych-facts]

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.

Christopher Poindexter (via puriitate)