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[crystalsenergy]

the danger of (focusing only on) the Mind

in difficult moments

The mind has a tendency towards defense,

and with defense, being connected to this mechanism, in moments when we face some kind of threat, fear, or difficulty, the mind focuses on seeing the negative.

Since it feels that it is important to protect itself from everything, it soon understands that you must be on the defensive.

This is why pessimism tends to arise.

For in moments when something negative appears to deal with, the mind immediately wants to take us to defense.

It's as if the negative situation is, for the mind, a confirmation that everything is negative and that only evil exists. Hence the pessimism.

However, because it is an exaggerated state of defense, the mind falls into the traps of sadness, melancholy, aversion to opening up to others, generating anguish and melancholy.

Focusing on the heart, intuition, and feelings can save us from this. <3

For instead of insecurity, we will find some internal support and assistance. Instead of the inner voice saying that nothing is reliable, by relying on your heart and yourself, you can feel confidence in yourself.

It is important to remember that the more these things happen, the more the human mind deals with crystallized thoughts of pessimism, closing off from the world, defense, anger, and the need for isolation, precisely because it believes that life is only this.

Remember: you are not your state; states come and go, especially intense states that demonstrate phases of your life!

You are more than that. You are stronger than your own mind!

After all, it is only a part of you.

And the mind, lies!

[duralex0sedlex]

Malec prompt: Magnus had been having a long stressful day of clients, when Alec comes home with the news that the clave has finally allowed them to get married. Fluff happens.

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A lonely evening

When Magnus came home that night he hoped he could relax with Alec, having dinner with him and just enjoy being with him. It was their anniversary after all. Alec had said he would be home when he came back. But he found the loft empty. A light smell of some dish was still in the air. Did he forget? Did he eat already? Without him?

He went to the kitchen to find dirty pans and pots, stacked in the sink. Magnus frowned. Awesome. So he really had had dinner without him and he didn’t even clean up. But the warlock himself also didn’t bother with it. He decided he wouldn’t care. It was time for a drink. When he went to the living room he took a glass and filled it with some bourbon. Disappointment was slowly growing in his chest. He didn’t want to feel like that but he just couldn’t help it.

Just as he took a sip of the drink a paper on the table caught his attention. That hadn’t been there when he had left. With three big steps he reached the table and took the paper.

>I’ll be back soon -A<

A soft smile appeared on Magnus’ lips, but it vanished just a moment after. Soon? When was soon? It could be any second. Or in one hour. Or even two. Sinking down on the sofa he was still holding the glass in one hand and the small note in his other. He could try calling him. Or at least message him. But he didn’t want to look too clingy. Of course he knew that there was never really time for a shadowhunter to rest. Still he could have given him a few more details. He could have helped… maybe. What if he didn’t want him around? Or maybe he had thought it was too dangerous for Magnus. He small chuckle left his mouth. What a stupid thought. Also Alec shouldn’t be the one to decide what was too dangerous for him. He was the High Warlock of Brooklyn. He had lived for centuries. And now a shadowhunter wanted to tell him about dangers? He rolled his eyes and took another sip.

30 minutes later…

Maybe he should just go to sleep already. He put down his empty glass that he had already refilled two times and got up, walking to the bedroom. Just when he had sat down on the bed he heard the door. Since he had turned off the lights, the loft was dark.

“Magnus?” Alec sounded rather confused. But what did he expect? That he would wait for the dinner that would never happen because apparently Alec had forgotten about it?

“I’m here” Magnus walked out of the bedroom and with a snap of his fingers all lights were turned on again. The wide smile on Alec’s face disappeared when he saw the frown in Magnus’. He took a small step forward to shorten the distance to the warlock.

“What’s wrong? Something happened? Why have you been in the bedroom?” There were some signs of worries in his voice. He came even closer. “Are you exhausted? It must have been a hard day…”

Magnus’ tense body softened. Alec was so considerate and caring. Still he wasn’t sure what to think of the situation.

“Did you forget?” he asked.

“Wha- of course not! Magnus. Talk to me?”

“I just… you could have told me.”

“Told you what?”

“You wanted to eat earlier or without me or whatever. I don’t know. But it’s fine. You’re back now. That’s all that matters”

Alec stared at him for a moment. He had no idea what was going on.

“But I didn’t have dinner without you. It’s still in the oven. I thought that it’d be best to just leave it there. So we can have it when I’m back.” The shadowhunter explained with a soft voice. “Look, Magnus, I’m sorry. I promised to be there. However… something came up and… I needed to head to the institute”

“Of course” Magnus got softer. He understood. The clave was important. His family was important. He just sometimes wished he wouldn’t leave the moment someone would order him to the institute.

Ten minutes later dinner was heated up again and Alec put down the baking dish on the table. The chicken smelled amazing, Magnus realized and all the tension finally fell down when Alec kissed him for the first time this evening.

“I have news” Alec said while filling Magnus’ plate. The warlock looked at him in anticipation but didn’t get an answer just now.

The small smirk on Alec’s lips and the light blush on his cheeks somehow managed to raise a certain anger in Magnus again. He wasn’t in the mood to play around. Still his voice was calm when he demanded: “Tell me.”

Alec usually enjoyed the warlock’s impatience way too much and on any other day he would have held back longer but he felt the tension from before build up again.

“My parents set the date” he finally said.

“The date?” Magnus put down his fork, looking at the younger one in confusion.

“If you can’t remember, it can’t be that important then, huh?” Alec asked rather than answering the question noticing the atmosphere becoming even worse. So he got up and grinned. Just to kneel down next to Magnus’ chair. Gently he took his boyfriend’s hand.

“We’re going to get married. Two months from now” The blush on Alec’s cheeks got stronger and his hands were shaking. He didn’t remember if he had ever seen the warlock speechless. But now was that time.

They had talked about marrying for a long time. But since Alec’s family – well, rather his parents – still weren’t delighted by first, Alec being gay, and second, picking a warlock, they had ignored it and tried not to talk too much about it since it hurt both of them. With setting the date his parents had finally accepted it.

Instead of saying anything, Magnus got up and pulled Alec up as well. He kissed him deeply, all the worries and fears disappearing while he felt his beloved shadowhunter’s warm and soft lips on his own. For a moment he broke the kiss and looked into the blue eyes of the taller one. His hand was resting on Alec’s cheek, his thumb gently caressing it.

“I love you, Magnus” Alec whispered, pulling Magnus close for another kiss. “I love you.” The words weren’t much more than a whimper but the warlock heard them anyway.

“I love you, too” he answered, his heart beating fast.

Finally. After such a long time. Finally they were going to marry.

Later that night when they lay down in bed, Magnus snuggled close, his face hiding at Alec’s brawny chest. The shadowhunter was long asleep, snoring softly while Magnus went on whispering soft words to his skin. He held him tight, not willing to let go of his lover anytime, soon.

[drunkcollegegems]

Can I request for a Valentines Day scenario for some of the main ships. (Ex. Cinnaphos, Diabort, Rutipad, Cairnphos, etc.)? It can be either written or fanart. ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Happy Valentine’s Day!Here is some fluffy fluffy, melt-in-your-mouth, too-sweet-to-handle RutiPad!

Hope you enjoy! 

- Mod Pineapple

The sleep-deprived med student finishes the last sentence of their report with a sigh, nudging the steadily-slipping glasses frames back up the bridge of their nose before emailing off the report for review. Having gone through the process so many times before, Rutile had gotten into a habit of putting off all tasks they deemed “unnecessary” until the absolute end of their process; often times they have to be reminded by their unruly-haired roommate and significant other that some routines, such as eating, sleeping, and showering, are not optional. Unfortunately, the deadline for their current project happened to fall around a certain romantic holiday they had promised to share with Padparadscha, Rutile’s lovely, attractive, messy, loud, affectionate, compassionate, too-suave-for-their-own-good roommate and significant other.

With another vocal exhale, Rutile closes their laptop and sprawls across the second-hand leather couch, removing their glasses to wipe a hand across their face. A quick glance at the clock on the microwave in the kitchen brings to Rutile the realization that Padparadscha had been absent from the shared house for five and a half hours grocery shopping. Rutile frowns and rolls off the couch, catching themselves on their feet and slowly rolling up, stretching their spine with a soft groan. The med student places their glasses back on their nose and runs a hand through their messy second-day hair before shuffling into the kitchen to retrieve their cell phone from the counter.

Upon seeing an emoji-filled text from a certain curly-maned roommate, the soft clicks and jostling sounds of a key entering and turning the handle of the front door filled Rutile’s ears. A cheery “hey, babe” is shouted from the doorway and Rutile returns in kind, leaning around the partial-wall to greet their significant other.

What Rutile was not expecting, was their lover’s arms full with a blooming bouquet and an oddly pink pizza box accompanying the grocery bags.

With an embarrassed laugh, the med student meets their lover in the entryway to rescue the vase of flowers balanced haphazardly on top of the pizza box. With the roses cradled safely in Rutile’s arm, they wrap their free arm around Padparadscha’s waist to pull them into a gentle kiss, pulling away soon after with an appreciative and excited smile on their obviously-tired face.

“Darling, you really didn’t have to.” Rutile unwinds their arm from around their lover and leads them to the kitchen, placing the vase on the counter of the half-wall, in view of the living room.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to do something.” A lopsided grin is stretched across the curly haired student’s face as they emptied the contents in their arms onto the counter. “You wouldn’t let me take you out somewhere fancy so the least I could do was spoil my hard-working doctor-to-be here.” Padparadscha’s arms, now empty, snaked their way around Rutile’s waist, their forehead resting on their lover’s shoulder.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it, Pads.” The smile on Rutile’s face grows as they rest their own arms atop their lover’s. Padparadscha begins to gently rock them, swaying to an inaudible symphony written entirely on their love.

[duralex0sedlex]

The Wedding

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Requested by @robronisendgame

They had imagined it to be a bit easier, the long awaited wedding. But it wasn't. It was a difficult task they somehow had to get managed. This wasn't a Shadowhunter wedding. It wouldn't be like that in any way. So it was Magnus who suggested a mundane wedding since their backgrounds were just too different. „Did you know, Alexander, that we could ask some guy in a costume to marry us?“ Magnus asked during the breakfast. „Magnus, no.“ This was the only answer. Alec had already talked with his parents. They had booked a place outside of the institute. A mundane place. They despised it but they knew there was no other way. Who knew what friends Magnus had? Simon was already enough. But they were sure there were more vampires and warlocks and whatever else Magnus would want to invite.

The next problem were Alec's clothes. What should he wear? He was certain that Magnus would look perfectly overdressed – if that was even possible at a wedding. But he himself wasn't the type for something like that. It was Izzy who helped him finding the right outfit. And since she thought a usual suit would be too boring for Magnus she decided on a dark blue shining silk suit that would match Alec's eyes. When he had seen it for the first time Alec didn't even want to try it. But in the end the tried and when looking into the mirror he didn't think it looked to bad. After all it was Magnus who should like it. And Izzy convinced him it was the right choice. When Jace saw him in that suit he laughed, though. „What the fuck is that?“ he asked and Alec blushed, ashamed he even thought about liking it. “Well, your warlock will like it, I'm sure” Jace then added and somehow Alec relaxed. That was the most important for him. Magnus should like it.

As the days went by both of them got more nervous. This was something new. Not only to Alec but also to Magnus. He didn't know how it would go, how Alec's family would behave towards him in the end. Not that he cared a lot about what his parents would think but he didn't want it to affect Alec in any way. He would be the one who would be hurt. Not Magnus. It would be Alec who would feel bad about it. Of course he had changed and following his heart had become more important to him. But in the end it was his family. And even though they had agreed to the marriage that didn't mean they liked Magnus in any way.

The day of the wedding Magnus thought he couldn't get through this. He had never felt like this in his life. When he had put on his dark red velvet suit and looked into the mirror he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was so nervous. With a snap of his fingers the tips of his hair changed into the same color as his suit. So did his nail polish. “How do I look?” he asked Catarina who giggled. “Mags, what's wrong? I've never seen you that jazzed before” the woman answered and chuckled. “I'm not jazzed. I'm...” but Magnus couldn't think of any other word. He couldn't think at all. “Anyway. Give me an answer please. Will he like it?” “Well, you look... remarkable” Catarina said and Magnus sighed in frustration.

The ceremony was completely different from what Alec thought it would be. He had seen Shadowhunter weddings. But this was not like them. There were no runes involved, no traditional vows. This was calming in one way because he didn't feel the pressure from his family too much. But it also was frightening since he had no idea what was going on. When taking Magnus' hand to put on the ring he nearly dropped it. Then his hands were shaking so much Magnus couldn't put the ring on Alec's fingers. Altogether it was a huge mess. But Alec loved it. And he especially loved the part when he had to kiss Magnus. The kiss was long and deep and for the first time this day he could finally relax. This was something he knew. He was used to it, though it was special every time. He felt Magnus' hand on his cheek, his thumb gently stroking it. The other hand was placed on his hips, digging into his silk suit. He could hear the whispered “I love you” against his lips and though he was trembling all of Alec's fears fell off his shoulders. He came a step closer, one hand at Magnus collar to hold him back from breaking the kiss. The other hand found it's way to Magnus' hair. Alec nearly forgot where they were and who was watching. But the murmurs and the soft laughter brought him back to reality. He blushed deeply when letting Magnus go and stared to the floor. He heard the claps, probably Izzy starting, and soon everyone was clapping their hands. Alec exchanged shy looks with Magnus and smiled. He had never felt better than this.

After having amazing dinner, a lot of talks with friends and family, Magnus could finally go home with Alec. They went to his apartment and even before being at the door they just couldn't stop kissing. There were touches and soft whispers and Alec was glad Magnus didn't have to fumble with a key. A flick of Magnus' hand was enough to open the door and close it again behind them. When they had finally reached the bedroom they stumbled and fell onto the bed, allowing them to breathe for a moment. Magnus was the first to sit up again. “You look beautiful, Alexander” he said softly, his hands trailing down the lapel of his suit. “Who helped you with this? Izzy?” “How do you know I needed help. Maybe I picked-” Alec answered defensively but stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw Magnus' grin. “Fine. Of course Izzy helped.” “She did a great job there. I love this color on you. Matches your eyes...” Alec blushed and pulled Magnus into a kiss again.

The soft “I love you”s and the gentle touches of Magnus' sent shivers down Alec's spine. He felt him so close and everything was so intense. Even more than it had been before. When they slept in arm in arm Alec looked at their clasped hands. He smiled when seeing the rings on their fingers showing that they belonged together.

[duralex0sedlex]

Preview: Coffee, cream and some sprinkles

Coffeeshop!AU

So this is just the first time I’m starting to write a proper Malec fanfiction that’s not just a drabble or oneshot.

Side ships will be Clace and... maybe some more.

It was just the second time they had been here, studying outside, in front of the coffee shop. Izzy had insisted to try this place after they had been banned from the café they had been going to. Jace had messed with a guy flirting with Clary and so they had ended up here. Alec didn't really mind, though. He wasn't into all these way-too-expensive-pretend-to-be-coffee-drinks anyway. Especially since they met up to study twice a week. Izzy usually drank two or three cups then and Clary wasn't any better. At least she switched to other drinks beside coffee from time to time.

“One medium sized mocha and a... what was it?” Jaced turned to Alec who was standing right behind him.

“Cappuccino,” he answered and rolled his eyes. “You should finally remember”

But Jace didn't even listen anymore.

“Alright, medium sized mocha and cappuccino,” the barista repeated. “And the name?”

“Jace,” the blond haired guy answered before paying. With Alec he walked to the end of the counter and waited for the drinks to be ready.

“They must be studying quite hard if they can't even get their drinks by themselves,” Jace murmured obviously unsatisfied with the situation.

The taller one shrugged. “Can't blame them. Izzy wants to impress everyone. She's just like that.”

“Runs in the family I guess?” Jace pulled his lips into a smirk.

“Shut up”

“One mocha and a cappuccino,” the barista finally said and handed over the drinks, smiling at Alec who didn't really realize.

“Let's go then” Jace wandered off and Alec followed him, holding the cappuccino in his hand. They left the shop and joined Izzy and Clary at their table. They went through the books in front of them, paper cups stacked next to them.

“You know, you shouldn't drink that much coffee, Izzy?” Alec said while Izzy took her drink. She took a look at the cup and grinned.

“Thank you, handsome one”

Alec stared at her for a moment and so did Jace and Clary, who just took a sip of her mocha.

“What? I just read aloud what is written on the cup,” the young black haired women answered and turned the cup so everyone could read it. The ginger women looked at her cup and chuckled.

“Mine says Jace. Seems like someone finds you quite attractive then,” she teased Alec who sat down in silence.

“Oh, so there actually is a girl who adores the 'ripped jeans and washed out shirt' homeless guy look,” Izzy concluded making Alec blush a bit.

“I just don't care, okay?”

“So how did she look like?” Clary wanted to know.

“A bit smaller than us, Asian, too much glitter,” Jace answered and Alec felt his heart beat faster for a moment. His eyes met Jace's for a second and he was more than grateful he didn't say the she was really a he. Not only because, in fact, the had been a (quite attractive) man, but also because nobody else besides him knew he also preferred men over women.

Jace had found out two years ago, before they had started going to police academy. Of course more by accident since Alec would have never told him by himself.

Is anyone interested in seeing more of it?

[theconceptofkidney]

Hello. Blanksword drabble upon you. Just Blank finally getting around to cleaning that stain in his house and having a normal time about it. plus a few headcanons, for flavor and funsies

He stares at the stain. He doesn't want to. But… "I believe I could clean that" Ah! The— Morceau. Morceau still startles him whenever he. speaks. "Apologies." "It's alright" "As I was saying, I could clean that for you, should it be too much." "N-No, no. I can. Do that." He feels like he should take a deep breath, he isn't sure how. "I just need a moment" "Of course. Take as long as you need…" Morceau… leaves? He doesn't feel as present now, but he's not unaware of the outside world. He hovers.

He should figure out this "deep breath" business at some point. For now, he kneels. He takes the rag from the bucket. And he starts cleaning. He barely notices. The movements almost automatic. Scrub, rinse, wring, scrub. Repetitive. Mechanic. He… he's done this before, hasn't he?

… What was he doing again? "Hello." "Hi." "You are awake again. You gave me quite the fright." He sounds… nervious? He wishes he had the Congregational Crown, even if he's still bad at using it. "What was I- we doing?" Oh, it's soft in here! He's on his bed! "Why are we on the bed?" "You cleaned the stain. Then you… stayed there. Wouldn't have moved if I hadn't done it myself…" Oh, just WHAT is that expression!? "It's a very soft bed" And now he's smiling. "It is."

[snow-system-wol]

Copy Y'shtola Eclipse reaper au exploration

Y'shtola hadn't been fully certain what to expect with Menphina. It wasn't a surprise that she had to initiate these things, with Menphina's

How Y'shtola and Reaper AU Menphina would explore when they finally get together in post ShB -- messiness and all

[only mildly explicit, gender dysphoria+ unhealthy feelings about desire, ~2k]