@creatorsofcolornet Event 11 ~ Romance ↳ RAHUL AND ANJALI In KABHI KHUSHI KABHIE GHAM (2021)

Magnus Lightwood-Bane & Alec Lightwood-Bane “Magnus slid his fingers gently through Alec's wild, soft hair, and felt Alec's head turn toward him a little in half-sleep. He heard Malcolm singing and remembered again his words from long ago. I do not ever want another love.”

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If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

but what about the rest of us? what about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. that was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.

These Violent Delights, Chloe Gong

Hope was the most vicious evil of them all, the thing that had managed to thrive in Pandora’s box among misery, and disease, and sadness—and what could endure alongside others with such teeth if it didn’t have ghastly claws of its own?

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“This is Cordelia,” Lucie continued in tones of pride. “Is she not the prettiest girl you ever saw?”

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IDRISNNET’S SECRET SANTA EVENT: THOMAS LIGHTWOOD X ALASTAIR CARSTAIRS

“Thomas—” Alastair began. His voice was rough, unsteady; Thomas hoped he had something to do with that. Abruptly, Alastair let go of Thomas’s shirt, started to turn his face away. 

“Just imagine,” Thomas said. “What if we’d never gone to the Academy together? What if none of those things had happened, and Paris was the first time we’d met? And this was the second?”

Alastair said nothing. This close, Thomas could see the gray flecks in his dark eyes, like delicate veins of crystal in black marble. Then Alastair smiled. It was the ghost of his old arrogant smile, just touched with the lofty wickedness Thomas remembered from school. It had made his heart skip a beat then; it raced now. 

“Damn you, Thomas,” he said, and there was resignation in his voice, but something else, too, something dark and sweet and intense.

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“Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist.”

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The moonlight moves, a cool slash across the foot of the bed, and August squeezes her eyes shut. There’s no point to it, loving a girl who can’t touch the ground. August knows this. But to kiss and be kissed. To be wanted. That’s a different thing from love. And maybe, maybe if she tried, they could have something. Not everything, but something.