I Am Only Now Realizing Just How Many Problems The Tsc Gang Is Running Into In Twp

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And I thought I wouldn't be crying today

magnus 31 :)

Prompt #31 - “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you” + Magnus

“It’s just wasn’t right,” Magnus said into the phone. “I’m not saying it’s bad. It’s good. But it just wasn’t right. Do you get what I mean?”

There was no response to that. He balanced it under his ear as he got ready for bed, careful not to drop it. 

“Some of them are gorgeous of course. There was this man. Tall, dark and handsome. Just like you. Now. Now. No need to be jealous, darling!” Magnus said quickly. “He was such a fine man. But when we kissed at the end of the night…I mean, it was a good kiss. But he was the same height as I am. So when we kissed…He didn’t lean up that one inch like you do. Do you get what I  mean? It just wasn’t right.”

He sat down in front of his dressing mirror and gently put on his night lotion, his hands moving automatically thanks to centuries of muscle memory. 

“Then there was this woman. Sophia..Or Sylvia…I don’t know,” he shrugged. “She had the most gorgeous eyes. Blue like the sky. Like two beautiful dahlias. But…But they weren’t the blue I am used to, you know? They are not the blue of the midnight ocean. Not the blue I want to drown in. Not the blue of my magic and my soul. It just wasn’t right.”

He put on his pyjamas and hopped into bed, putting the phone on speaker and falling back against the velvety pillows. 

“I liked Anwar of course,” Magnus smiled, thinking of the other man. “We dated for a couple of months. A sensible man. I think you would like him. And damn, he had such great style. He would wear these couture sweaters that were so fluffy that I was even scared to touch them. But…there weren’t any frayed edges. No holes for me to me to pick him with my finger. It just wasn’t right.”

He turned to his side and picked up the phone again and put it off speaker. 

“The point is,” he said theatrically. “It just wasn’t right. It’s so much harder than I thought. I mean, I knew it wasn’t gonna be easy. I was prepared. But damn!”

The quietness on the other side of the phone killed him. Magnus clutched it so tightly to his ear that it almost hurt. But he didn’t care. He just wanted to hear something from the other side. Anything. 

A tired, exasperated sigh that was often accompanied with an eye-roll. That deep but shy laughter. The sound of a comforting kiss. Or just his name. 

Anything at all. 

“The point is,” Magnus said again slower this time. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

He stared at the screen, the name piercing an arrow through his heart. His archer boy.

“If I keep comparing everyone I date to you then I am doomed,” Magnus laughed dryly. “Because you were wrong, you asshole. There isn’t anyone like you out there. At least not for me.”

And there never will be. 

“I just want you to-”

There was a loud beep and he was rudely cut off. Magnus groaned in frustration and dialed the number again. 

“This is Alec Lightwood-Bane,” the voice he liked best in the world said. “Please leave a message after the beep sound thingy. I will get b...JACE PUT THAT DOWN!!!”

Beep.

“What was I saying?” Magnus asked. “Oh, yes! I just want you to know that it isn’t easy. I mean, don’t feel bad about it or anything. That’s not my intention of course. Just know that you were…you were so completely…You’ve ruined me, Alexander. If you ever thought that I would just move on…I mean, I probably will. But I just want you to know that it isn’t easy. You did not make it easy for me.”

He smiled. 

“That’s not a complaint by the way,” he added quickly. “It’s a compliment. Thank you for not making it easy. Thank you for filling my life with so much love. If you were-”

“Hey.”

Magnus looked up from the phone. 

Familiar hands gently took the phone from his hand.

“That’s enough for today, okay? How about we go to sleep now?”

“But I didn’t even get to tell him about that vampire lady who asked if you were an extra on Avatar!” Magnus said. “What was she thinking? You weren’t even alive at the time!”

“Yeah, not your best pick,” the boy laughed. “But I was kinda flattered actually.”

“Five more minutes?” Magnus tried to do his best pout. 

“Bapa,” Max said softly and covered him with a blanket. “Go to sleep.”

Magnus knew there was no winning with his son. So he decided to talk to Alec tomorrow. He had so many stories he wanted to share. So much he wanted to say. But of course the voicemail only gave him two minutes. But Magnus had always loved a challenge. 

So, he decided to go to sleep for now. He decided to go to sleep and dream of ocean eyes and one inch gaps and frayed sweaters. All of which were just right. 

Thomas: *kisses Alastair's neck*

Alastair: what is this?

Thomas: affection

Alastair: disgusting

Alastair:

Alastair:

Alastair: do it again

Matthew better get a happy ending or so help me I will riot please my boy has already suffered so much

Ok but imagine- it's the third twp book, in the very final battle, and everyone is united at a front and ready to fight against the enemy. The original six are standing there at the front, followed by the tda and twp gang and everyone else. They are grim in face at the thought of what's ahead, but are high on the anticipation of a battle. Someone, maybe Alec or Isabelle, lean over to Jace, and say:

"This will be the end of Idris."

And he replies,

"Then it will be the noblest ending in history."

i’d like to formally apologize for spamming my blog all day with non-tlh stuff, hope this makes up for it:

Chain of Gold:

Chain of Iron:

Chain of Iron memes (2/?)

reblog if you think polyamory is valid

i need to prove about 10 thousand points to my parents

This was a trainwreck from start to finish and I loved every single part of it

Sometimes a family is you, your mother, the man who’s been in love with your mother for a very long time but only recently married her, your fiancé, your fiancé’s brother and sister, your best friend of all time who is also your fiancé’s sister’s fiancé, their parents, the man who helped your mother wipe your memories who is also your fiancé’s brother’s husband, their two sons, the woman who helped your mom keep you safe who is also your fiancé’s great-great-great-great-grandmother, her husband, their child, the husband’s great-great-great-great-great-niece, her boyfriend, his seven siblings, his eldest sister’s wife, his eldest brother’s boyfriend (who happens to be the Unseelie King) and girlfriend, your fiancé’s long-lost cousin who his great-great-great-great-grandmother adopted, your nephew, two Princes of Hell, your father and brother no one wants to talk about, the Seelie Queen, your fiancé’s brother’s husband’s two best friends (one of whom was presumed dead for about five years), your fiancé’s great-great-great-great-grandfather who his great-great-great-great-grandmother and her husband still love, his two children, their parabatai and friends, their cousins, and their parabatai’s siblings and parents

James: Matthew and I don't have pet names for each other

Lucie: *smiles smugly* yah okay... What do bees make?

James: A hive?? I don't know, I don't have a lot of knowledge on bees, Lucie!

Matthew: *screaming* BEE?? THERE'S A BEE?? WHERE???