#lara things

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idk why this thought hit me outta nowhere but in twp i’d love to see kit being a trained shadowhunter but getting bested by ty if they were to spar, thanks brain

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I think I’m ready for the Red Scrolls of Magic but then I remember...literally probably every page is going to be Alec and Magnus??? Not just scenes or certain pages, but a whole goddamn book centered around them??? Constant interaction?????? So much love????????

and then the final nail in the coffin: this is only book one of three

we’re going to get at least two more centered around them.

[turtlingturtle]

Give me the Max Lightwood-Bane and Rafael Lightwood-Bane trilogy with them as the Shadowhunter-in-training and Warlock-in-training protagonists raised by legendary parents we deserve.

[turtlingturtle]

an underrated moment during Born to Endless Night:

“I need to sit down,” said Magnus in a hollow voice. He held on to the door frame so he did not fall down. Alec glanced over at him, startled and concerned. His parents took their chance to pounce, hands outstretched for the baby, and Alec retreated a step. Jace sprang up from the floor, having his parabatai’s back, and Alec visibly came to a decision and put the baby into his parabatai’s arms so he had his hands free to ward his parents off.

Parabatai are my favorite.

[turtlingturtle]

I’m home.

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i’m gonna hug my copy of the red scrolls of magic so hard like a dork because it’s literally the closest to ever getting to hug magnus and alec.

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i saw 1 fanart and 1 edit of red, white & royal blue on my dash and now i have to read it.

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I could reread this moment too, over and over, from Born to Endless Night:

Jace was holding the baby somewhat awkwardly. His golden head, his hair full of fluff and dirt from lying down on the floor dealing with crevices, was bowed over the baby, staring down into the baby’s solemn little face. 

The baby was dressed, Magnus saw. He was wearing an orange onesie, and the feet of the onesie were shaped to look like little fox paws. Jace rubbed one of the fox paws with a brown hand, fingers scarred like a warrior’s and slim as a musician’s, and the baby gave a sudden, vigorous wriggle. 

Magnus rushed forward, realizing he had moved only when he was halfway across the room. He also realized that everyone else had lunged forward to catch the baby too. 

Except Jace had kept hold of the baby despite the wriggle. 

Jace looked flat-out terrified for a minute, then relaxed and looked around at everyone with his usual air of mild superiority. 

“He’s fine,” Jace told them. “He’s tough.”

Uncle Jace, who was for a minute flat out terrified of a wiggly child, could potentially be my favorite Jace.