“Uhh, Magnus?” Alec started slowly, while eyeing up the girl that Magnus apparently knew so well. “Who is this?”
Everyone nodded in agreement, the suspense becoming too much.
“This is Aurora…my sister,”
Or the one were the gang meet Magnus’ sister.
Magnus all but fell through the front door of the loft, completely exhausted and pissed off because of some mundane who thought it’d be fun to antagonise a demon. Keeping the demon at bay had taken a lot of magic, the familiar buzzing in his veins had begun to feel like a dull ache and his legs felt heavier than usual. It was nothing he couldn’t handle of course, he was a High Warlock after all, but after Valentine and Azazel he felt disconnected with his magic, as if it didn’t trust the body that it was in. It had been weeks since the incident and of course he’s coping but on days like this it seemed hard to keep the demons at bay. With a heavy sigh, he sat back on the couch, sad but not surprised that Alec wasn’t here with him.
After being appointed as Head of the New York Institute, Alec had been spending less nights at the loft, much to Magnus’ dismay. He misses coming home to music playing softly and a kiss warm enough to melt away any frustration from the day. He misses waking up in the morning and realising that yes this is real, this happiness isn’t temporary and god what did he ever do before this man.
Just as he went to pour himself a drink he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. Groaning, because if this is another person asking something of him then god help them, he pulls it out and immediately lights up when he sees Alec’s name on the screen.
“Alexander, I have never been happier to hear your voice,” Magnus said, sighing slightly at the end.
“Is everything alright? Are you okay?” Alec asked, concern lacing his voice.
Magnus chucked slightly, the poor boy was always worried about Magnus these days, as he says “I’m fine Alec don’t worry. I’m just a bit drained of magic but I’ll be alright once I’ve rested for a bit,”
“Yeah about that…think you’ll be fine within the next hour?”
“I should be, why?”
“Well, Izzy was complaining because she hasn’t seen you in like a week, honestly she’s so dramatic, and then realised that it’s been ages since she’s seen Simon and then she realised that Maia hasn’t had the chance to spend time with all of us together yet so long story short Izzy’s invited everyone round the loft for a “family gathering” as she put it.” Alec replied out of breath.
Magnus rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. Izzy had that effect on people.
you want to go save Ray…But Mint eye. Mint eye is doing bad things and you don’t want anymore fighting. Rika pulled poor Ray into this. He was so sweet and innocent. He loved you, and you want to think you loved him too. He may be working for the bad guys…but he’s not a bad guy. You log into the chatroom, and lucky he was in there too. You wanted to talk to him. Tell him how you feel.
MC: Ray! I’m so glad to see you!
Ray: I’m sorry
MC: Sorry? sorry for what? Ray you’re acting strange…are you okay?
Ray: You care for me…I really do like you
Ray: My MC
MC: Ray I need to tell you something
Ray: MC…say no more…I just logged on to tell you
Ray: That this is the real good bye
You were confused, Real goodbye? Does that mean you’ll never see him again? What is he going to do? You couldn’t allow that.
Ray: MC…being with you has made me very happy…
Ray: I wish you stayed…maybe it would have ended differently
MC: End? Ray there is no end…I don’t want their to be an end ray
Ray: I’m happy that you care for me…but you have to forget me
MC: For…get…you? Ray I could never do that!
Ray: I’ll never forget how happy you made me
Ray: I want to see your face before I’m gone…Your beautiful face
Ray: I can still remember how pretty you are
MC: Well then come see me! I want to see you too!
Ray: That’s sweet…but it’s too late
Ray: What’s done
MC: Ray? What are you talking about it? it doesn’t have to be done! We can have a start…right?
one last thing before I log off forever of tumblr:
I am so proud to call myself a juventina. I’m proud that I’m loyal to my club. Juve could lose all the finals in the next 10 years, I would still be here wearing our colours and singing our hymn until my very last breath. I'm proud to support Juve and not any other Italian club, or Spanish or German or English club. I don’t care if they have more trophies, more fans, more money, more success, whatever. I owe Juve so much, I owe especially Gigi Buffon so, so much. As many times I wanted to forget about juve, there are as many times where I wouldn’t still be here without them. For nothing in the world would I want to love a different club other than Juventus.
i use to be up her ass but now i’m not. i’ll always have a soft spot for her but her fans make me log off forever. i think she’s crazy talented and smart. i hate that she’s been reduced to this “precious cinnamon roll who was robbed and is in love with tracey martel” narrative her fans have forced upon her.
i hope some ppl aren’t too sad abt this, bc i’d hate to add to the hell that’s been 2016, but unfortunately… it’s time guys. saportuh is finished. i’ve had this blog for nearly three years, and so, so much has happened in those three years. i started tumblr as fcutemo, and i was thirteen years old, annoying as hell, and my only concern was patrick stump’s legs. i remember thinking 60 followers was amazing, and harassing those 60 followers about sending me asks. now i’m sixteen and have 5k followers on this blog (15k followers on all my blogs combined; that’s crazy to me) and up until pretty recently got several asks a day. so thank u guys for that. really means a lot.
anyway, the time has come for saportuh to come to an end. i was gonna make a big old sappy post (srsly, like bigger than this post lmao), but i dont really see any reason to now. this site was a big part of my life for almost three years, and a lot has changed in those three years, both in my own life & in the world. a lot of those changes arent necessarily for the best, but it’s just how it is. i’ve grown immensely as a person; it’s really kind of interesting, because i joined at an age where i was developing and growing a lot, and i still am, but in the 60k posts on this blog ive made throughout my time on tumblr, my followers have got to see me grow, and i think that’s kind of cool. bless those of you who stuck around, and those who i ever meant smth to. thats an honor. tysm for that.
i dont wanna drone on, bc honestly i could write 200 paragraphs, so i’m gonna keep things simple. my explanation for leaving is that basically, i’m tired of bandom, and the internet in general, so i’m taking a sort of detox in the form of deleting everything. it’s my resolution for 2017; to stay off social media. however, there’s a lot of stuff on my various blogs that is kind of important, so i’m not deleting anything off tumblr. just logging out and never logging in again. this goes for all my blogs, my kik, my snapchat, my skype. if you have me on any of these, know they’ll be inactive as of the 31st. i don’t rlly intend to maintain contact with anyone; nothing against anyone, i just dont think ive made any close friends who would want to stick with me outside of tumblr.
however, in case anyone does want access to me, i will keep my twitter - @shayneedsanap (link). i don’t intend to use it very often, but it’s there if you need to contact me, and i’ll probs put updates on me there. if i make a new sc, if i get a job or a car, shit like that. just so if anyone really gives a fuck about me, they know whats goin on w me.
i’ll be here for four more days to answer any questions you guys might have, and to say goodbyes, and to post some kinda resource related stuff, then i’m logging off this tumblr account forever. all blogs i run will no longer be in use as of the 31st.
i’ve had a hellish time on tumblr, but my mutuals & followers made it worth it. thank you so much to all of you. ily guys.
You load Flight Rising on your phone. You immediately go to log in. But you’re already logged in. You go to gather…surely it’ll ask you to log in then. But no, you’re still logged in. Not believing the site actually kept you logged in, you log off. But then you’re still logged in. You refresh the page, and still your icon stares back at you. You clear your cache, you clear your cookies, but your 45 gems continue to mock you, the white glare of the website blinding you. You try in vain as the Auction Expired messages keep notifying you, even after you’ve already checked them. You do everything you can to leave, yet here you remain, the PST clock ticks ever away. You can’t log off. You’ll never log off. You’re here forever.