#dylanobrienisamazing

[f-ckobrien]

Okay so I just looked at my messages and had some of the nicest most amazing things said. Therefore to my followers: I love you alllllll you guys mean so much

[haverfords-blog]

thank you!

no problem xx

[haverfords-blog]

can you post a pick of just holland and ian as the 'prom' pic idk how to get those screen captures like you guys

here is the one i took - 

[f-ckobrien]

THE TAGGING GAME

Rules:

Tag 5-10 people to answer your questions

* Warn the people that you tag (send them an ask! :) )

* Post your own questions for people to answer

I was asked:

What’s your favorite color? animal print ^_^ or green or blue

Where do you most want to go (traveling)? Espana(spain)

What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re bored? tumblr or something really adrenaline involved

What’s the worst thing you’ve done for love? kissed a guy so he'd make up his mind whether he wants me or his gf dont judge! he told me he's had feelings for 3 yrs, he was my best friend, and he wasnt happy with the other girl. me and him are still together for almost 6months now

What would make the perfect day?being with my boyfriend, and 2 best friends and everyone gets along

Have you ever questioned your life? not whether i should end it. but i have wondered if im good enough for others.

Do you know your neighbors? If so, who do you like most? yes and none haha

What would you rate tumblr on a scale from 1-10? 8?

What brought you to tumblr anyway? my followers on instagram, been here for over a year now

Did you enjoy this quiz? If not, sorry! I’m bad with questions…yes muah

my questions for you!

if you had to pick anyone from tumblr to be your best friend, who would it be?

would you like to be tumblr friends? (i can handle no)

whats your blog about?

whos your fav blog that you reblog mostly from?

why do you have a tumblr?

whos your fav celebrity, why, and what would you do with them for a day?

rate my blog? (worst 1-10 best)

if you could speak any language instantly, what would it be?

are you happy with your blog? (# of followers, post,following)

without tumblr you'd....?

[seaweedbrainfood]

THE TAGGING GAME

Rules:

Tag 5-10 people to answer your questions

* Warn the people that you tag (send them an ask! :) )

* Post your own questions for people to answer

I was asked:

1) What is the book nearest to you right now? Insurgent by Veronica Roth

2) On your iPod, how many songs do you have? The grand total of 425

3)Do you have any pets? I wish :(

4) Last book series you recommended to someone? I can't even remember..

5) When did you join Tumblr? About a year ago

6) Are you reading anything right now? If so, what? Yup, Insurgent

7) What’s the color of the room you’re in right now? Beige?

8) What’s the most dangerous thing you’ve ever done? I'm really not that interesting . . . I scaled a high wall once.

9) Have you ever sneaked out of your house? Oh yes

10) How are you doing today? Good! 

My questions:

What's your favorite color?

Where do you most want to go (traveling)?

What's your favorite thing to do when you're bored?

What's the worst thing you've done for love?

What would make the perfect day?

Have you ever questioned your life?

Do you know your neighbors? If so, who do you like most?

What would you rate tumblr on a scale from 1-10?

What brought you to tumblr anyway?

Did you enjoy this quiz? If not, sorry! I'm bad with questions...

[seaweedbrainfood]

Alec Lightwood+Jace Herondale

-----This fanfic exists in a made-up time period before Clary or Magnus-----

Alec woke up with a start. Sweat dripped from his brow as he struggled to regain his senses. Up and down were jumbled, and he blinked twice to awaken. Head spinning, Alec whipped around and tried to discern where he was. Of course, he was in his room.

The clock read 3:00 A.M., but Alec knew that couldn't be right. Jace said he'd be back soon, but that was hours ago. He should have checked in. Why didn't he check in?

Soundlessly, Alec crept across the old floors of the Institute. He made haste, and he was quickly exiting his room and stepping into the hallways and darkness of night. To a newcomer, all the hallways might look identical. However, Alec knew which ones were which. He knew the important halls with the creaky floors from the less frequently walked down halls with the perfectly polished flooring. He could tell the doors that opened easily from the doors that were shut with the dust of ages. He knew how to navigate his way to any given part of the Institute from where he was. Alec knew his home.

Just like he knew his home, Alec knew who should be in it. Grateful for his Silence rune, Alec padded by the bedrooms of his sister and brother. He could hear Max's gentle snores, the soundtrack of sleep, as well as Izzy's gibberish muttering. Alec's keen hearing picked up some guy's name from her babble. He rolled his eyes and walked on.

Nearing Jace's room, Alec's light step started to waver. What if his Parabatai wasn't in? What if he was lying dead in the gutter of some alley in a pool of his own blood and some victorious demon's ichor? It wasn't fair, Alec thought, that people like Jace could walk into your heart. Not when they were so reckless. Not when they didn't much care if they walked into your heart, trashed the place, and left without saying goodbye.

Alec didn't bother knocking, but simply pushed open his Parabatai's door. The room was spotless and bare as usual. It was also decidedly quiet seeing as though the bed was made and empty. 

Alec ceased breathing.

Just as he was sure the walls of his perfectly constructed reality were on the verge of crashing down, a chuckle erupted from behind him. "I knew the sight of me could make someone catch their breath, but my empty room? Now that's a whole new level of my affect on people."

"Where were you?" Alec demanded.

"Out," Jace shrugged. He straightened up from the wall and uncrossed his arms. Jace easily dodged Alec and disappeared into the stillness of his bedroom. "Coming?"

Alec took a deep breath and allowed himself to be directed inside.

Jace slammed the door behind him and threw himself onto his bed. He stretched out and put his arms behind his head contently. "Come here, for God's sake. Do you want to wake everyone while you're yelling at me?"

Alec shuffled over to where Jace lay. He was beautiful in the nighttime gloom. His gold hair shone in spite of the blackness, and his equally golden eyes lit up with his usual expression of mild disdain and laughter. Light enveloped them as Jace pulled a witchlight stone from his pocket. The light made a bubble around the two of them, and it was as if everything else in the world faded into blackness and all there was was Jace. Jace and him. Alec gulped.

"Are you going to ask where I was?"

"Not this time," Alec said. "I have a feeling I don't want to know."

Jace nodded. "I missed you." He tiled his golden head strangely as if he was surprised by his own words. After a moment of un-Jace like hesitation, he leaned in.

Alec Lightwood was kissing Jace Wayland.

Alec's lips were frozen against Jace's as his Parabatai pulled him back against the bed. Jace tasted like blood and boy, a sweet novelty. His lips were surprisingly soft and pliable. Jace threw Alec down, picking up his intensity, as he fervently pressed his lips to Alec's. Sweat dripped from Alec's brow, but the spectacle was lost on Jace. He sighed contently and ran his fingers through his Parabatai's hair. 

Alec broke away reluctantly. "Are you insane?! What was that? What are you doing? Are you drunk?" He stared at Jace incredulously.  

"I don't know, Alec. I did that because I wanted to. And now we're going to do it some more."

Alec was helpless as Jace peeled his shirt off his chiseled body and eased Alec out of his. Jace brought his tongue to his Parabatai's chest and licked all the way down to his belt buckle. He flicked his eyes up at Alec's stunned expression and made quick work of revealing the boy of his pants.

"What are you--uhh!"

Jace's mouth explored Alec's lower half while Alec could think of nothing to do but groan. He felt unreasonable. He felt electric. He felt on top of the world. Jace did things he didn't think could be done and then made his way back up. Alec's tongue and his joined together passionately. They rolled on Jace's bed, touching each other and feeling what there was to feel until the bed wasn't so neat anymore. 

Passion had never meant much to Alec. He knew what he felt for Jace. Jace was his perfect best friend. He was beautiful, and he was strong. Jace could save the whole world with snappy comebacks alone, and he knew it. But that wasn't what Alec loved about him. Alec loved moments like this when he seemed to let his guard down. Alec loved these moments that were few and far between.

Jace and Alec exhausted the nighttime hours easily. Soon, the sun was shining behind the Institute walls, and Alec found himself waking up again. He was alone in a jumble of messy sheets. He lifted the blanket and saw that he wore nothing but his own skin. His clothes were thrown haphazardly around the room--on the back of the chair, the floor, everywhere. Jace was nowhere to be found once more.

The steam of the shower then alerted Alec to his whereabouts. He waited patiently as Jace finished up and walked out. A single towel hung around his narrow waist and the outlines of his hip bones were distracting and visible. 

"Alec."

"Jace," Alec breathed. "What we did last night--"

Jace snickered. "What we did last night was something to do, Alec. Don't get to hung up over it. If you're looking for an encore, get in line."

Alec cringed. "Why are you being like this?"

But Jace was already gone having thrown on a pair of pants and made his way out of the door.

Alec resolved. He knew about Jace. To love someone like him was like trying to tame a wildfire. The wildfire was beautiful. It danced and sparked in the greatest mix of colors sometimes. It's beauty could draw people in. But he who entered the fire would burn and then would be sorry. What followed the charring would be the other times when the fire burned and burned until it burned itself out.