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How Taemin (JuminxMC Son) and Jae Keun (Jaehee’s Son) first met!
Lots of you have been requesting more of these two :D ! Took a little break from commissions to color this in ^o^
((++ Bring-Your-Kid-to-Work-Day is a thing in C&R now))

Based on a chat from Common Route #2 (?)

***Please do not repost this comic set on facebook or instagram! Thank you!

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A week in the life: Husbands Edition - Robert Sugden & Aaron Dingle
February 20, 2017 to February 24, 2017

Malec and Clace in the books, literally
  • Relationship between Clary and jace: *passionate kisses, hugs, confessing love at least 689 times, constantly kissing each others God damn faces, holding hands, cuddling, ready to sacrifice themselves for each other *
  • Magnus and alec: wow Magnus, how did u learn so many languages im impressed
dear arohas

A huge part of you is in awe.

You look at these six boys and wonder, for days and weeks and months, how six boys could mean so much to you in less than a year. You, who has been there since their days of being confined to just the training rooms, and you, who stayed through the cringe-worthy episodes of To Be Continued (and Clap Clap). You’ve been there by their sides during the most important time of their lives and still loved them for all their cheek and socks over jeans. You loved them all the same.

And even if you weren’t there before, even if you had stumbled across these six boys without meaning to on a random, beautiful day, even if you decided to love them midway through their Summer Vibes or Confession eras, you are here, and that is all that matters.

You wonder how it happened and why it did. Idly, you think that the reason you love them so much is probably because of the way they just are. You love them for how they’re just happy to be able to do what they love, and you love them because they’re just– themselves. They are not afraid to be themselves.

Then you backtrack and realise you don’t really need a reason, do you? You just do. That is all that matters.

Three years, five years, ten years from now, you’ll still be here. You’ll look back at the first time you met these six boys and wonder where the days have gone, and then you’ll look forward to the days that wait for you both. You will still be here, and they will always be here for you, too.

Nothing could ever be quite as wonderful.

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Soulless discovering the baby in 6x02 (there’s something so guileless and sweet in his face idk)

Domestic Drabbles: 5 - Locks and Wildflowers

Dun dun DUN! Presenting part 5 of Domestic Drabbles: A Series!

This one was an idea created together with @baz-n-simon, my amazing beta, support, and bestie :D Enjoy!


Baz

I’m standing wearily in front of the door to Snow and Bunce’s flat. I’ve knocked five times already, and no one has answered. I must have sent Snow ten texts already. I’ve searched through every pocket in my pants and jacket, and I can’t find the key. Snow has lost his so many times, he must have stolen mine.

I glance quickly around the hallway, then slide my wand out of my boot. Simon has told me multiple times not to use magick outside the flat, but with the awful day I’ve had, I can’t be troubled to wait around for someone to answer. I point my wand at the door.

“So many locks, not enough keys.” Yes, I’ve read a Sarah Dessen novel. For spell research only.

When the lock clicks, I slide my wand back into my boot and step inside. Neither Snow nor Bunce is in the living room, and the flat is silent.

“Snow?” I call out. No response. I walk towards the kitchen.

“Simon?” When I step into the kitchen, I stop. Sitting on the table is the most stunning display of wildflowers I’ve ever seen, placed neatly into a rounded vase. I walk over to it and examine each flower intently, wondering which shop Bunce had gotten these from.

My step-mother once spent an entire summer holiday planning a large magician’s gala and proceeded to drag me to every flower shop across London to find the perfect arrangements. Needless to say, she decided to cut the flowers entirely when she wasn’t impressed, but I learned a great deal. But nothing I saw could compare to this beautiful arrangement. It’s simple and delicate, like each flower placed had its own purpose.

There was a soft click of a door opening, and I turn around to see Snow stepping out of his bedroom. I glance him over. He’s just wearing trackies, and his hair his damp, and he has a towel hanging around his neck. He looks amazing, especially after the long day I’ve had. I then glance him over again. Because seeing him like this makes me weak.

He looks around the living room then walks forwards a few steps before he notices me. He’s briefly surprised to see me, but relaxes and smiles.

“Sorry, Baz,” he says, walking towards me. “I just saw your texts. I was in the shower.” His eyes then shift over to my hand that’s touching one of the flowers. “Ah, um… I got those for you.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, look at the flowers, then look back at him.

“You got these,” I say, then look back at the bouquet and back at him again. “For me?”

Snow smiles nervously. “Ah. Um, yeah. You texted me earlier, saying that you were having a bad day, and I saw those. I, uh. I actually don’t know if you like flowers, but um…” He trails off and starts raking his hand through his hair.

“Where did you buy them?” I ask. I’m quite curious, and I think about sending a picture of them to my step-mother.

“Oh.” He’s still raking his fingers through his hair, and it’s now a damp mess. “I picked them.”

I raise both of my eyebrows at him this time. “You… You picked these?”

“Uh, yeah? I got them from that small meadow a few blocks from here. Look, is there something wrong with them? I can get rid of them—”

“No, Snow,” I say, too quickly, touching his shoulder. “No. They’re- they’re perfect. But…”

“But?” He raises his eyebrow nervously.

I look at him, and I know my face is giving away my shock. But this is the most amazing arrangement of flowers I’ve ever seen, and Snow just casually picked them. My boyfriend just casually picked them, my mind adds.

“You… You just picked these?” I repeat. Because I still can’t believe it. “They’re just…”

He grins at me, and I grin back. Then I reach my fingers up and flatten out some of his messy curls.

“They’re lovely,” I say. “Thank you.”

He smiles this time, then leans up and kisses me.

“You’re welcome.”


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