'so sorry'


Jesper Fahey, sharpshooter… and peak bi fashion disaster.

I am so. SO sorry. My roommate seemed to think he looks snazzy, but that was before I made his pants argyle. I’m so proud of the pearl handles on his pistols and those ridiculous little birds on his lapels, though. also his ascot is tied in a barrel knot did you see what I did there

30hrs in Photoshop, no paper sketch.

Inej Kaz Nina Wylan


Because watching Mal and Julie Foudy surfing was adorable, but too good not to turn into a meme…

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about malec right after they adopted max? (Their kid not max lightwood lol) thanks!

He’s holding a baby.

A baby.

A baby.

Catarina stares through the still-swinging door of his loft, frozen at the sight of Magnus swaying in his living room, backlit by the glow coming in through his French doors. It’s a bit of a shock to see him wearing loose jeans and a plain white t-shirt, face bare of makeup, ears and fingers and neck free of flashing silver besides that one ring he never takes off. He hasn’t noticed her, his eyes riveted to the bundle in his arms that squeals every time Magnus twirls, a little blue hand popping up to grab at Magnus’ nose.

“Hi, baby,” he coos, voice unbearably soft like just-washed cotton, all warmth and sunshine as he dances gracefully with the child – his son – cradled in his grasp. “Hello.”

Then the sofa moves, pillows tumbling to the rug, and Catarina startles when she realizes that it’s Alec, stirring from a nap as he rubs his eyes, hair sticking up in every direction as he pushes himself to a seated position. Like Magnus, he doesn’t see her, gaze drawn instead like a magnet to his husband and the way he moves with their baby in his arms.

“You’re supposed to let him cry it out,” Alec says, voice scratchy as he stands and draws close to Magnus. He doesn’t sound mad, though, as he brushes a finger against a chubby blue cheek and smiles.

“I can’t help it, Alexander,” Magnus breathes. “I hate seeing him cry.”

“I know,” Alec says, moving so that he’s standing behind Magnus, hands resting lightly on his hips as he hooks his chin over Magnus’ shoulder.

Catarina isn’t an emotional woman. Between wars and famines and emergency room crises, she’s seen too many lifetimes of shit to be anything short of cynical. Yet watching them, she feels something aching behind her eyes, knowing she’s intruding on an intimate moment that belongs to them only. To this family.

Maybe it’s because she’s getting sentimental in her old age, or maybe it’s because she has a daughter of her own to take care of, but more likely it’s because it’s Magnus. It’s her best friend. The same man she’s drained too many bottles of whiskey with, the same man she’s seen shed silent tears over long-dead friends, the same man who for hundreds of years has always wanted children of his own… now he’s smiling, smiling until there are crinkles next to his eyes as he leans into Alec’s embrace and watches their son. Their own.

She clears her throat, stepping further into the loft and chuckling when she gets a closer look at their faces.

“Are those dark circles I see?” she asks with a smirk, noticing how they don’t pull apart at all even when they see her. “What has the world come to?”

Magnus laughs unabashedly and shakes his head. “I missed you too.” He shifts a little, and for the first time the blankets part to reveal their baby’s face, muted pink overlaying the blue of his cheeks, his eyes half-lidded as he yawns. “Want to say hello?”

“It’s what I came to do. Can I hold him?”

Magnus nods and slowly hands the baby over, a furrow in his brow as he cups his neck and his bottom, carefully settling him into Catarina’s arms.

“Max,” he says gently, “This is your godmother. She’s among my top ten favorite people in this dimension.”

She scoffs. “Don’t listen to him,” she says, bopping the baby on the nose, melting a little at his toothless grin. “Let me tell you all about the time in 1976 when we went to a Queen concert in Hyde Park and your dad —”

“Cat,” Alec says fondly, “At least wait until he can roll over on his own to tell him about dumb things Magnus has done.”

They break out in laughter as Magnus rolls his eyes. The shaking of her shoulders rouses Max, who lets out an indignant little shriek before he starts blowing spit bubbles.

Their amusement mellows gradually until all three of them are watching Max again, who keeps trying to catch Catarina’s finger with his own tiny hand.

“He’s beautiful,” she says. “He’s lucky to have you two for parents.”

Magnus and Alec share a look, that silent conversation that happens between two people who know each other better than they do anybody else in the world.

“We’re lucky to have him,” Alec says, and Magnus quirks his lips in agreement as he reaches for his son again.


Say something! 
What would you like me to say? You faked your own death, you stole the throne, stripped Odin of his power, stranded him on Earth to die, releasing the Goddess of Death. Have I said enough or would you like me to go back further than the past two days?

Diakko One-Shot Fic

So, this had started out as a sketch dump of the same idea and then somehow turned into a song and a 4000+ word fic? I don’t think of myself as much of a writer, but here goes (with pics included!)

Diakko Bar/Band AU fic - To celebrate the end of finals and friends being back in the area, Barbara and Hannah bring Diana to a bar that just so happens to be hosting a live music night. She finds herself intrigued by the energetic guitarist of The Broom Stix but initially thinks nothing of it, that is until she finds herself next to her ordering a drink. She didn’t think much of what the night was going to bring, but she finds that she is pleasantly surprised.


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