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name: cj or melancholy if you prefer idrc
🧵my main fandoms: tsc, marvel, tvd, sherlock, 9-1-1, i saw the tv glow, twilight, political animals, ouat, ofmd, etc.
🧵i’m autistic and trans so in turn have a lot of autism/trans hc’s for my favorite characters.
in the least infantilizing way I can put this, genuinely how much knowledge of gay sex did Alec have going into his relationship with Magnus.
Because I doubt anyone in the institute or at the academy were teaching these kids the birds and the bees-- let alone same sex intimacy.
Like was he just putting 2 and 2 together from hearing of Jace and Izzy's escapades? When he decided he wanted to go further with Magnus did he even know the logistics of what that would entail? What was his search history looking like on his work phone???
I didn’t realize the story I had to read 7 times in college and grad school would come back to haunt me in my silly little demon hunting novels.
Alec, wake up. I know your job is very hard but
hello ! here's a malec fic because it's been years and i miss them :(
shades of blue
The question had been innocent. It always was.
“So,” the young Shadowhunter had asked, notebook balanced on his knee, “what was Alexander Lightwood-Bane like?”
Magnus smiled before he even realized he was doing it.
“My husband?” he asked, tasting the familiar words as though they had never grown old. the group nodded eagerly. History classes rarely had the privilege of interviewing someone who had lived through it all, Magnus leaned back in his chair.
“My husband…” he repeated, softer this time. “He was terribly stubborn. He believed every problem could be solved by throwing himself at it first and asking questions later.”
A few Shadowhunters laughed.
“He was painfully honest. Couldn’t lie to save his life. Well… he tried. It was adorable.”
More laughter.
“He loved his family with everything he had. Even before they deserved it.”
Magnus spoke for over an hour: about the Institute, their first kiss, their wedding… About how Alec still managed to make him blush after decades together simply by looking at him.
“and he had the most beautiful eyes,” Magnus said eventually and the room grew quiet.
“They were…”
He stopped.
Blue.
They were blue. Of course they were blue. But… what kind of blue? His smile faltered.
“They were…” he tried again.
Ocean blue? No. Sky blue? Probably not. Winter ice? Not that either.
He remembered every wrinkle around Alec’s eyes when he laughed, the scar near his shoulder, the warmth of his hand, and weight of his head on Magnus’s shoulder during quiet evenings. He remembered exactly how his voice sounded when he whispered I love you.
“…they were blue,” Magnus finished with an apologetic smile. “and they were beautiful.”
No one seemed to notice. They thanked him and told him his stories should be archived. One young Shadowhunter even said, “you speak about him like he’s still here.”
Magnus smiled. “that’s because he is.”
After class, his apartment was silent, it always did after talking about Alec. The memories lingered like perfume after someone had left the room and Magnus wandered without purpose around his house. Until his feet naturally carried him somewhere they had carried him countless times before : the old study.
Letters and photographs and boxes that hadn’t been moved in decades he knelt before one worn leather chest and his hands hesitated over the clasp.
“I forgot,” he whispered into the empty room.
The lid opened with a soft creak inside were photographs. The first picture he picked up was from their honeymoon. Alec was laughing at something Magnus had said, head tilted back, his eyes were almost closed. Magnus smiled despite himself.
“Not helpful.”
Another family portrait, Alec was too far away.
Then another one, it was when Max had stolen Alec’s bow. Rafael was hiding behind Magnus. Alec looked halfway between exasperated and amused.
But still too small.
Another. then another. and another.
Until finally…… there he was.
Just Alec standing on the balcony of their apartment while pretending not to notice Magnus taking his picture. The sunlight hit his face perfectly. Magnus’s breath caught, there they were: they were never one blue.
One day, Alec's eyes were like storm clouds over the sea, then the pale blue of winter mornings, deep sapphire at night. Grey when he was tired and almost silver when he cried, it was different every day, even every hour. Magnus eventually reached out with trembling fingers, tracing Alec’s face without touching the paper.
“Oh,” he whispered. His chest tightened so sharply he had to sit down.
“I remembered your smile.”
A watery laugh escaped him.
“I remembered the sound of your heartbeat.” Silence settled around him. “But I forgot your eyes.”
Centuries had worn away a single color. One detail among millions. Enough to remind him that even immortality had limits, Magnus pressed the photograph against his chest.
“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked on the words. “so, so sorry.”
Then, almost instinctively, he looked toward the empty armchair beside the fireplace. The chair no one had sat in for hundreds of years.
“I know,” Magnus murmured, smiling through tears. “You’d tell me it doesn’t matter.”
He could almost hear Alec’s laugh.
“Babe, seriously? out of everything we’ve been through, you’re upset about my eye color?”
Magnus laughed out loud.
“I am.”
“You’re impossible.”
“So were you.”
The silence returned but it was less lonely.
Magnus carefully placed the photograph on the bedside table where it had once lived centuries ago. He wanted the first thing he saw every morning to be the exact shade of blue that had changed his life. And every night after that, before sleep claimed him, Magnus would glance at the photograph and think the same thing.
There you are. I remember now.
i wrote this A WHILE (years) ago and my cousin convinced me to post it; so here you go !
My heart 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I was reading Clockwork Angel by the pier and a duck tried to eat my book. Will I’m so sorry this has happened
It’s so wild seeing so many Ty photosets and moodboards using the same photos that I’ve used for Alec for years and now I do double takes 🤣
I’ve been working hard to get my sho up and running with some of my new pieces.
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The difference between Finney during the ending scene of the first movie and the opening scene of the sequel really drives in just how young Finney is in that first movie. He's too young to fully understand what the Grabber did to him, it's still traumatic of course, but he doesn't grasp the full extent yet, there's still an innocence to him. He's grateful that the event has stopped the bullying, he's happy people look up to him, he's happy his crush is talking to him. Cut to tpb2, that joy is gone, that final innocence lost- he understands fully now what happened to him, he's so full of fear and grief he's taking on the characteristics of the person who saved him (Robin.) He doesn't let anyone into his life, he's turning to drugs to cope, it's such a stark contrast.
who do we wanna see drop an f-bomb in the wicked powers??
f-bomb
kit
dru
ty
julian
emma
clary
other: who and why?
Spoiled by Noah kahan 🤝 roslyn by bon iver
Having a cord that pulls my heart strings before they open their mouths
Killing me forever that Robert spent so long believing it was impossible to be both happy and queer. He was so confident that following "temptation" would lead to catastrophe that he didn't even try, but then there was Alec who spent his childhood terrified of rejection but still refused to compromise on who he was or who he loved. Robert is fundamentally afraid of making a stand for what he believes in because he doesn't trust his own beliefs to result in anything good, and Alec is the world's most honest person who can't stop himself from being sincere. The contrast between them is great, I love to see it.
Queer Books by Black Authors for Juneteenth & Pride Month
I have the house to myself this weekend, I think I will binge watch Shadowhunters again
Finish CoHF onto TCA
No no thank you nope
