c a o s

i'm not fortune's fool. i'm yours.

[stevenrogered]

#1 buddie warrior Maddie Buckley Han strikes again

[gayeddies]

eddie enabler no 1

[mymycorrhizae]

Eddie surprising Buck with Chris.

[closetfascination]

Who wore it better: Buck or Eddie?

Inspired by this post, see alt text for description and episode.

[saphaerie]

when you steal your bfs clothes

[emziess]

he is half of my soul, as the poets say - The Song of Achilles By Madeline Miller

((inspo))

[buddienetwork]

Buck & Eddie 9-1-1, S09E06

[buddiesblr]

buddie + sharing the a closet

inspired from this tiktok

[jikookao3recs]

my favourite rereads

Learning Curve by Rozoir

Blue Water by humblestart1

Blind Switch by Charmander

baby, it’s cold outside! (seriously, it’s a fucking blizzard) by kittyganggang

All Your Glory by eumorious

Cherry Wine by serendiplini

Mono No Aware by eumorious

The Family Jewels by Chimneycricket

Muscle Memory by PinkBTS

break his dick, not his heart by jimanomroll

the time I’ve loved you by busanpjm

sinful, sweet & everything in between. by naturallyvante

Tightrope by chimsoo

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Charmander

The President’s Son by AmeliaBedelia

The Case of the Missing Tenor Saxophone and Bass Clarinet by thejalapeno

Devil Dog by Charmander

Screwed Up and Brilliant by annie_vi

Bronze Medal Baby by dovekook (hvanwoong)

my cold breath, take it away by allurie

La Petite Mort by caughtinjimin

[karazrel]

#walk walk fashion baby

[my-sugar-walls]

He’s walking towards my bed in every gif…

[mileapo]

MILE PHAKPHUM as THANWA Shine (2025)

[trecho-de-livros]

“Kissed: Magnus and Alec’s First Kiss “It was printed on thin paper, nearly parchment, in a thin, elegant, spidery hand. It announced a gathering at the humble home of Magnus the Magnificent Warlock, and promised attendees “a rapturous evening of delights beyond your wildest imaginings.” —City of Bones Standing in the stairwell of Magnus’ home, Alec stared at the name written under the buzzer on the wall. BANE. The name didn’t really seem to suit Magnus, he thought, not now that he knew him. If you could really be said to know someone when you’d attended one of their parties, once, and then they’d saved your life later but hadn’t really hung around to be thanked. But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf. Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he’d come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer. A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. “WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?” “Er,” Alec said. “It’s me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood.” There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway. Compared to the first time Alec has seen him, he looked fairly normal. His black hair still stood up in spikes, and he looked sleepy; his face, even with its cat’s eyes, very young. He wore a black t-shirt with the words ONE MILLION DOLLARS picked out across the chest in sequins, and jeans that hung low on his hips, low enough that Alec looked away, down at his own shoes. Which were boring. “Alexander Lightwood,” said Magnus. He had just the faintest trace of an accent, something Alec couldn’t put his finger on, a lilt to his vowels. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Alec looked past Magnus. “Do you have — company?” Magnus crossed his arms, which did good things for his biceps, and leaned against the side of the door. “Why do you want to know?” “I was hoping I could come in and talk to you.” “Hmmm.” Magnus’ eyes raked him up and down. They really did shine in the dark, like a cat’s. “Well, all right then.” He turned abruptly away and disappeared into the apartment; after a startled moment, Alec followed. The loft looked different without a hundred churning bodies in it. It was — well, not ordinary, but the sort of space someone might live in. Like most lofts, it had a big central room split into “rooms” by groupings of furniture. There was a square collection of sofas and tables off to the right, which Magnus gestured Alec toward. Alec sat down on a gold velvet sofa with elegant wooden curlicues on the arms. “Would you like some tea?” Magnus asked. He wasn’t sitting in a chair, but had sprawled himself on a tufted ottoman, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Alec nodded. He felt incapable of saying anything. Anything interesting or intelligent, that was. It was always Jace who said the interesting, intelligent things. He was Jace’s parabatai and that was all the glory he needed or wanted: like being the dark star to someone else’s supernova. But this was somewhere Jace couldn’t go with him, something Jace couldn’t help him with. “Sure.” His right hand felt suddenly hot. He looked down, and realized he was holding a waxed paper cup from Joe, the Art of Coffee. It smelled like chai. He jumped, and only barely escaped spilling on himself. “By the Angel —” “I LOVE that expression,” said Magnus. “It’s so quaint.” Alec stared at him. “Did you steal this tea?” Magnus ignored the question. “So,” he said. “Why are you here?” Alec took a gulp of the stolen tea. “I wanted to thank you,” he said, when he came up for air. “For saving my life.” Magnus leaned back on his hands. His t-shirt rode up over his flat stomach, and this time Alec had nowhere else to look. “You wanted to thank me.” “You saved my life,” Alec said, again. “But I was delirious, and I don’t think I really thanked you. I know you didn’t have to do it. So thank you.” Magnus’ eyebrows had disappeared up into his hairline. “You’re… welcome?” Alec set his tea down. “Maybe I should go.” Magnus sat up. “After you came so far? All the way to Brooklyn? Just to thank me?” He was grinning. “Now that would be a wasted effort.” He reached out and put his hand to Alec’s cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. His touch felt like fire, training tendrils of sparks in its wake. Alec sat frozen in surprise — surprise at the gesture, and surprise at the effect it was having on him. Magnus’ eyes narrowed, and he dropped his hand. “Huh,” he said to himself. “What?” Alec was suddenly very worried that he’d done something wrong. “What is it?” “You’re just …” A shadow moved behind Magnus; with fluid agility, the warlock twisted around and picked up a small gray and white tabby cat from the floor. The cat curled into the crook of his arm and looked at Alec with suspicion. Now two pairs of gold-green eyes were trained on him darkly. “Not what I expected.” “From a Shadowhunter?” “From a Lightwood.” “I didn’t realize you knew my family that well.” “I’ve known your family for hundreds of years.” Magnus’ eyes searched his face. “Now your sister, she’s a Lightwood. You—’ “She said you liked me.” “What?” “Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.” “Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle …” “Jace said it too.” Alec was blunt; it was the only way he knew how to be. “That you liked me. That when he buzzed up here, you thought he was me and you were disappointed that it was him. That never happens.” “Doesn’t it? Well, it should.” Alec was startled. “No — I mean Jace, he’s … Jace.” “He’s trouble,” said Magnus. “But you are totally without guile. Which in a Lightwood, is a conundrum. You’ve always been a plotting sort of family, like low-rent Borgias. But there isn’t a lie in your face. I get the feeling everything you say is straightforward.” Alec leaned forward. “Do you want to go out with me?” Magnus blinked. “See, that’s what I mean. Straightforward.” Alec chewed his lip and said nothing. “Why do you want to go out with me?” Magnus inquired. He was rubbing Chairman Meow’s head, his long fingers folding the cat’s ears down. “Not that I’m not highly desirable, but the way you asked, it seemed as if you were having some sort of fit —” “I just do,” Alec said. “And I thought you liked me, so you’d say yes, and I could try — I mean, we could try —” He put his face in his hands. “Maybe this was a mistake.” Magnus’ voice was gentle. “Does anyone know you’re gay?” Alec’s head jerked up; he found he was breathing a little hard, as if he’d run a race. But what could he do, deny it? When he’d come here to do exactly the opposite? “Clary,” he said, hoarsely. “Which is … Which was an accident. And Izzy, but she’d never say anything.” “Not your parents. Not Jace?” Alec thought about Jace knowing, and pushed the thought away, hard and fast. “No. No, and I don’t want them to know, especially Jace.” “I think you could tell him.” Magnus rubbed Chairman Meow under the chin. “He went to pieces like a jigsaw puzzle when he thought you were going to die. He cares —” “I’d rather not.” Alec was still breathing quickly. He rubbed at the knees of his jeans with his fists. “I’ve never had a date,” he said in a low voice. “Never kissed anyone. Not ever. Izzy said you liked me and I thought —” “I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.” Alec thought of his bedroom back at the Institute, of being in a delirium of pain and poison when Magnus had come in. He had barely recognized him. He was fairly sure he’d been screaming for his parents, for Jace, for Izzy, but his voice would only come out on a whisper. He remembered Magnus’ hands on him, his fingers cool and gentle. He remembered the death-grip he’d kept on Magnus’ wrist, for hours and hours, even after the pain had passed and he knew he would be all right. He remembered watching Magnus’ face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat’s gaze and grace. “Yes,” Alec said. “I like you.” He met Magnus’ gaze squarely. The warlock was looking at him with a sort of admixture of curiosity and affection and puzzlement. “It’s so odd,” Magnus said. “Genetics. Your eyes, that color —” He stopped and shook his head. “The Lightwoods you knew didn’t have blue eyes?” “Green-eyed monsters,” said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed against his leg. “The Chairman likes you.” “Is that good?” “I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up. “So let’s say Friday night?” A great wave of relief came over Alec. “Really? You want to go out with me?” Magnus shook his head. “You have to stop playing hard to get, Alexander. It makes things difficult.” He grinned. He had a grin like Jace’s — not that they looked anything alike, but the sort of grin that lit up his whole face. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.” Alec drifted after Magnus toward the front door, feeling as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, one he hadn’t even known he was carrying. Of course he’d have to come up with an excuse for where he was going Friday night, something Jace wouldn’t want to participate in, something he’d need to do alone. Or he could pretend to be sick and sneak out. He was so lost in thought he almost banged into the front door, which Magnus was leaning against, looking at him through eyes narrowed to crescents. “What is it?” Alec said. “Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?” “No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —” “Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had. He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth. “Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?” Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest. He broke off the kiss, and drew back. “Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning. “Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.” He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.”

— Cassandra Clare, Extras (via nevertrustaduck99)

[thelightofthebane]

Malec!Fanfic recommendations!

So, while I’m aware that this blog is rather new and I don’t have many followers, I do want to make this recommendation list and share through the tags to - luckily - reach more people.

I will put my TOP 5 (in no particular order) here and some other recommendations from the same author ‘cause, for real, all these writers are supah talented and amazing!! (And because it seems my favorite ones are mostly angst [oops], so you can check brighter ones~) Well, give them a chance, okay? （。＞ω＜）。

1 - my forest is dark, my trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings - by caffeineaddicted_malec

Wanna know what could have happened if Magnus went to Edom with his father after the break up in 3x18? A lot of angst and Dark!Magnus. 

I also recommend: broken and lost and healing takes time

2 - Body of Memory - by @glorious-spoon

Alec loses his memories after a mission and forgets everything about the last three years, including his husband, retreating to his old self. 

I also recommend: Proposal III, Break the Dark and Terms and Conditions

3 - Catharsis (Having It Out) - by @aria-lerendeair

The talk we all needed to see after the rollercoaster of 3B events.

I also recommend: The Love Letters series, Wrath of a Warlock, Date Night At Pandemonium, Blame the Jacket and The First Alicante Pride

4 - with an if in its soul - by @faejilly

This was the first-ever Malec fic I’ve read and God… It destroyed me so much, but it’s really, really well written and wonderful in each word. Magnus has to deal with the worst news ever. You already know, a lot of angst and… check the tags~

I also recommend: Alexander Gideon Lightwood’s Terrible No Good Very Bad Idea, and breathing is wishing and two are halves of one

5 - My Forever - by @sfjessii

Hurt!Magnus and forever caring Alec are a weakness to me. A beautiful Hurt/Comfort story.

I also recommend: Emotion Taking Me Over, Your Soul To Keep

Bonus (Check these amazing authors too!):

Universes of You by giidas (KatushkaK) Time loop by theonetruenorth The Right Kind Of Love by onyxmoon Help Myself by @bytheangell bodies full of untold stories by @poemsfromthealley Save The Date by @ralfstrashcan Of Scars and Salsa Dancing by @inquisitor-lightwood-bane Sitting On My Chest by @sian265 Exposed by @carmenlire Homebound by @khaleesiofalicante bring the year in right by @lynne-monstr

(I couldn’t find all of the writers’ tumblr. If you wrote one of these fanfictions and is the author from ao3 that I linked, tell me so I can put the correct link here!)

[faejilly]

um hello this is an amazing list, you should all read all of it 

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my March 2025 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Cupid's Defence by orphan_account (116k)

In which Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they're all getting sued.

Blue Eyes Look My Way (Make Today My Lucky Day) by magpielivingforglitter / @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome (98k)

November 1968. Harry has to quit the Liverpool College of Art and go back home to Sheffield to work in the steel mill, after his step-dad died and left his family with debts and too many mouths to feed. But that also means Harry gets to catch his local ice hockey team’s games again. And the Sheffield Steelers have two new players who could turn the season around - maybe even Harry’s whole life …

I Can Feel It Take A Hold by louislittletomlintum / @louislittletomlintum (30k)

“Do you always swim in the nude?” Louis broke the silence, his smile growing when Harry felt his blush deepen.

“Sometimes,” Harry answered wearily, pushing his hair back in the hopes that it would maybe not look quite as dishevelled as it felt.

“Mm,” Louis hummed, cocking his head to the side like he didn’t quite believe him. Harry felt properly studied under his gaze. “And what was your plan?”

“My plan?” Harry countered. The water licked at Louis’ legs, darkening his hair and wetting the back of his shorts where he was sitting.

“Well. You were obviously wanting to get my attention,” Louis mused, Harry blushing further. “So what are you going to do with it now that you’ve got it?”

or the one where it’s call me by your name but with; developed frontal lobes, oranges instead of peaches, golden by harry styles, and a happy ending

Switch! by xunorthodox / @ @ltwritten (25k)

Focus, stop being ridiculous.

He didn't want to hurt Liam, especially when he was such a nice guy, but—but—his best friend, Louis, is so close yet so far. And Harry didn't know what to do with himself.

OR

Harry happily agrees to go on a double date with Liam, but Liam’s best friend looks suspiciously like the man of his dreams.

If I Didn't Love You, It Would Be Fine by emmli28 / @emmli28 (18k)

When Louis was sober he could say no, even if his body, heart and mind craved Harry. After one glass of wine, on the other hand, he just didn’t want to say no, even if it left him in a complete state of misery for a week after.

Louis was in love with Harry, and had been since the first night they slept together three years ago. That was not how their story had started, though.

They had met when Harry had just finished his first year at uni, taking a course in photography, and he got a summer job at the magazine where Louis worked as a music journalist.

Or the one where Louis is miserably in love with Harry, and can never resist him, until he can.

Somersault by everysingleday / @sun-lt (4k)

“Got you something,” Louis whispers eventually. Something in Harry’s stomach fizzes; the idea of presents—especially surprise ones—has never failed to evoke somersault excitement in his belly. And though he never has any expectations, it’s certainly not uncommon for Louis to spoil him like this when he knows Harry’s had a rubbish sort of day. — Louis gets Harry presents. Harry’s contemplating getting Louis a ring

Louis' New Home by chaotic_bells / @chaotic-bells (2k)

There is a man in his back garden staring into his home. What the fuck...? -- Louis moves to a new house, and Harry keeps showing up on his back garden.

To Suffer by honey_beeing (1k)

Louis helps Harry undress after the wedding.

[boycottxxlove]

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[fangirling-and-making-stuff]

I just wanted to write out my comfort fics, & tag the creators if I can.

Why?

Because if this is someone's dream, I can help that dream come true for some people.

See, I work at home, sometimes as a mom, sometimes as an eBay seller, & sometimes creating beautiful, functional things in my woodshop.

ALL of these jobs require boring, repetitive, processes, that involve long hours spent alone. Sometimes, I have moments when I fucking hate any of it.

You know what gets me through those boring, lonely, repetitive parts of life? What has already propelled me through the last 5 years of chronic illness, recovery, & building a new life?

Listening to fanfic read aloud to me in the Evie app.

I LOVE my comfort fics.

Let's go by fandom, bc while Marvel is my most recent one, the Good Omens, OFMD, Sherlock, Star Trek, & James Bond/00Q fandoms have all functioned as my literary grow-light in dark times.

I'll just start with Marvel today. Hopefully, I'll update each fandom (especially the crossovers, because THOSE are my favorite, when done well.)

However, today, I need my comfort fics, because while I've been making plans, getting passports, etc., I genuinely think it's time to get my queer family out of the US.

It's not getting any better. 💔 I have no reason to think it will. If the US citizens didn't stand up during COVID, to keep marginalized people safe, why would they do it now? 💔

Marvel:

-Into That Good Night, by Nonymous @naomisalman

I never could watch Interstellar. I'm sure it's an incredible movie in its own right, but I just couldn't wait through Christopher Nolan putting another wife or child through hell, while a flawed cis/het/white man went off to save the world.

This story not only made Interstellar accessible to me, it showed real recovery from hopelessness, real healing, and the utter pain & joy of perseverance through impossible odds.

-War, Children, by Nonymous

I'm married to a recovering hoarder, lol. He's amazing. The characterization of both PTSD & poverty here is spot-on. I love how these two healing characters give each other hope & strength to face another overwhelming day.

-Heliotrope, by Nasri

Dear God, I couldn't love this story more. My late grandmother-in-law actually survived the Dust Bowl, & nearly starved to death. She was the gentlest, quietest, sweetest woman I've ever met. This fic accurately described not only the hell of living through this disaster, but showed how *little* it takes to make hope light up your eyes again. Peaches haven't tasted the same since.

It also showed the sustaining power of love, in the midst of sacrifice. Every single character in this story is willing to give up *everything* for the people they love, & it's a fascinating process to watch unfold.

I have an idea for a sequel that I've written the bare bones for, but haven't finished. That's the first fiction I've written in 8 years. THAT is how much this story meant to me.

-Road to Giverny in Winter, by Nasri

Dear God, I needed this. Station Eleven was a masterpiece, yes, but this story distilled & concentrated it until the flavor burst on my tongue. The aftertaste still lingers, a year later.

I fucking hate the stereotype of, "strong men who never feel their feelings." "Giverny" gives Steve Rogers a whack with a scalpel & a sledgehammer, & makes him actually feel AND heal. I wish the MCU had done the same!

-The "All The Time In The World" series, by NotEvenCloseToStraight

I tagged this in my bookmarks with, "Dear God, this is better than the movies." And I truly think it is, because it gave as MUCH priority to the relationships as it did to the action. I hate it when movies make relationships (and therefore, women) a distraction from the mission objective, & therefore an emotional whiplash for both the characters & the audience:

"OH, the lead character is in love with her, but she's keeping him from RESCUING CHILDREN from a flaming building, so I kinda hate her right now."

This series makes the incredible, deep, heartfelt relationships JUST as much of a mission as, "Saving the World," & it's so rare to see that done well. (It's an unusual Stuckony endgame in the 3rd fic, that you really have to read to believe it would work. It absolutely works.)

I also think it gave much more honor & depth to Peggy Carter's character, & her love story with both Steve & her eventual husband, than the MCU ever did. NECTS uses the, "Elderly Person Gives A Dose Of Wisdom" trope quite lovingly here, & I enjoyed every minute of it.

-Ticking Down, by hulucthulhu

I had only seen clips of the movie, "Timers" on YouTube shorts, & thought it was hokey as hell.

Turns out? The same woman that wrote "Wandavision" ALSO wrote Timers. This Timers/MCU crossover (w/ a bit of Soulmate trope sprinkled on top) is yet another story about the hard work of overcoming our worst anxieties, and of healing from grief, trauma, & pain. From Tony learning to swim again after Afghanistan, to Bucky learning to care for a kitten, & do aerial yoga, every beat of this story is about taking the next step towards healing.

The ending/epilogue is also very satisfying.

-All The Angels and The Saints, by Speranza

I've written before about my journey from fundamentalism & Evangelical Christianity.

So, seeing Steve Rogers take a journey from childhood faith, to youthful atheism, to foxhole believer, to disillusioned lover, is fucking incredible. I felt EVERY beat of his faith, loss, hope, & awakening.

One thing I haven't seen much of, but Speranza just NAILED here, is how journey like Steve's affects the people he loves most.

I was enraptured w/ Bucky's journey in response to Steve's struggles. From his annoyed introduction of Steve to a potential employer as, "He's meticulous. He cares about things no sane person would care about," all the way to, [paraphrase] "How DARE you think God would make all this [gestures at the war, at his own scars] happen to teach you a fucking lesson??" Bucky reflects the tragedy of the evangelist: we spend all our time trying to convince other people how to live, while ignoring our own life.

Steve was so deep into his ideology, that Bucky's moment of, "You never think about me," is a moment that shakes him right out of abstraction & into his physical reality. And the whole fic is full of moments like that, whipping Steve's heart & mind into a frenzy, until he learns who the REAL "good guys" are.

I'm kind've obsessed w/ ALL of Speranza 's works right now. They, along w/ ItsallAvengers, are my current, "I must read everything they wrote in my fandoms" hyperfixation."

So, that's all I have time for today. I think I've stopped crying, & can start taking the next steps to get us out of here. 🖖

[cesperanza]

Thank you thank you thank you.

[sydney015]

So there’s something I think about. I was going to reblog this from someone but it kind of went off topic and I felt bad so I’m here.

Alec is consul right? Brave, war hero, parabatai of Jace herondale, blah blah blah, but he’s also just our Alec. He’s awkward sometimes and smart but a little oblivious sometimes. And he has no fashion sense. Zero. None.

One of my favourite tiny gags is Alec failing to notice people having crushes on each other even when it’s painfully obvious. Helen and Aline, Juliette and that one guy in the land I lost. He’ll get protective and ready to defend someone and…oh looks like they like each other. Didn’t see that coming. It’s great and it makes me laugh every time.

Alec has lots of serious bad ass moments, okay, and I love them because I love him. Him yelling at Zara? Peak. Him saying he wants to be remembered not for being consul but for loving Magnus? I cried. But I also love the times where other characters see Alec as brave and serious and he is but then you get to Alec’s POV and it’s just a Tuesday to him.

I have more to say but this is getting long. So in conclusion I think this is really good for his character arc and I love Alec Lightwood. Like a lot.

[rocktheholygrail]

SCREAMING

[rocktheholygrail]

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#murder family 😭❤️

[mrs-stans]

The Cast of THUNDERBOLTS* The New Avengers Photograph by David Suh