okay but the question is........................... is ocam still sam's favorite or is new sam embarrassed by old sam's crush on him... these are the urgent questions we need answered in the finale.
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okay but the question is........................... is ocam still sam's favorite or is new sam embarrassed by old sam's crush on him... these are the urgent questions we need answered in the finale.
my headcanons for an adult Ageha… glup
I understand the Robin hype but Jodi has always been the best imo. she's so beautiful 😭
sorry Sam I'm doing your mom
Guys I’ve been rereading lord of shadows and remembered that Jessamine LITERALLY SAVED THE LONDON INSTITUTE. THE PLACE SHE HATED FOR SO LONG, BECAUSE IT WAS HER FAMILYSSS HOME 😭😭😭 SAVING THE INSTIUTE LIKE A TRUE SHADOWHUNTER 😭😭😭SHE STOPPED SEBASTIANNNN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
i am so charmed by a lumax wedding because it’s not even something max thought would happen. like she assumed weddings were something the girl makes happen and the guy puts up with. and because she had no desire for one, so there’s no reason it would happen.
among other things weddings are an exorbitant and performative show of love, max loves lucas and she doesn’t care whether or not other people know or believe this. at it’s best marriage to her has been a representation of failed dreams and at it’s worst it’s been a tool to manipulate people who need to get away to stay. maybe they will get married for the tax benefits, she thinks.
this is until max and lucas are older and living together, they’re chilling on the couch and lucas mentions his family has been asking when he’s planning to propose and if that’s something max even wants? max doesn’t care, she doesn’t plan on going anywhere, a certificate won’t change anything and she's not crazy about parties. she doesn’t ask how he feels, he brings it up, that “actually i want a wedding.”
that is saying the least, lucas wants a wedding more than anything. he loves max and he doesn’t need to prove that to anyone, but he’s happy and he wants to share that with others! he wants to work with max to make marriage a positive thing to them, he wants to celebrate their love, everything they’ve been through. also, hell, he’s only human, he wants to show off! he wants to dress really cool and go to a really cool place and show the world know how awesome he and his girlfriend are. HIS WIFE!!!
most of all, lucas wants the moment near the end of the night, where the party’s getting loud and everybody wants his attention, but max asks if he wants to get out of there and he says yes. not out out, just outside the venue. it’s dark and the once booming music is now faint, they sit and catch up, complain about their families, laugh about their friends. max holds lucas’s hand and plays with his wedding ring, she whispers something sweet before asking him to dance. it’s the best part of the night and nobody will know about it but them.
suddenly max decides she wants a wedding.
My friend asked me, "How can you love her when you hate yourself to madness?"
I smiled but didn't answer. The truth is, I don't know when it began, where it started, or what reason made me love her. Nor do I seek one, because I fear that the day I find a reason, my love will no longer be selfless or pure.
So I simply replied,
"Perhaps it's because of this madness that I can love her while hating myself."
darkling
I loved her like the moon loves the grave silently and without promise as nightshade loves the skin it wilts as ruin adores the girl not yet aware she is marked
She came to me storm-scented eyes wide, pulse trembling and I, soft and smiling and starving
She touched nothing without shaking not the rim of her glass not my wrist not the truth
She thought my love a mirror too sharp to look into so she closed her eyes and vanished
But I remain haunting the silence she left behind
She will not remember me not in full but she will feel me in dreams in dusk in the ache between one breath and the next
Some loves are older than choice and mine for her was written in the blood before either of us could speak
-korrin