thatsthat24 has wonderful taste in music and everyone should be following his Spotify playlists because they are ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE. Seriously. There’s a lot I haven’t heard before, but it’s all perfect and exactly the sort of stuff I like to listen to.
Okay, okay, skewer me all you’d like, but I’m a fan of Asami’s flowing locks (especially when it reminds me of Princess Jasmine). And with Jinora, Opal, and Korra, the Bob Squad’s membership is pretty full. It’s not like I outright dislike short hair!Asami, but it isn’t what I prefer, so yeah, that colors how I view everything.
Those who read my previous Definitive Ranking of Asami’s Wardrobe may remember that her actual Book 4 outfit didn’t perform all that well with me anyway. And it’s for the same reasons I’m panning on this one: what the fuck is with the flappy cape thing? Plus vomiting a pastel pink onto it and sticking her in uglier boots is not the way to score any points with me. What’s that necklace thing? Maybe she went Angelina Jolie with it and it’s a vial of Billy Bob Thornton Korra’s blood.
I guess it’s kind of interesting, but not enough to save it.
Truthfully, I’m being an ass. This outfit would have been fine. I mean it basically would have been what we got, except that Korra wouldn’t have had long, magical, unicorn hair to not-so-subtly run her hands through.
witches of the forest and the night - they change into wolves during the day and roam the green forest of trees searching for fellow caged creatures. The set free winged and wise owls under the moon, that illuminates their pearl feathers.
witches of the winter and stars - foggy winter evenings become hues of blue filled with starry nights for the witches. they live in old victorian schools surrounded by trees made dead by the harsh cold season. they wear bewitched moonstones around their necks that turn them into deers enchanting the frozen forest…
witches of the sea and precious gems - these witches live and breathe the sacred salty air of the shore. they use precious gems to channel their inner soul to undulate crashing waves into the grey sea. they dance and drown beneath the crystal watery surface like silver sea-sirens.
witches of burning fire and flames - golden wreathed witches filled with the radiance of bright fire and flames. they use blazing candles to illuminate the darkness in their cathedral of trees. their familiars are foxes as red as the sun and as sly as smoke from their fires.
“My name is Max. My world is fire and blood. Once, I was a cop. A road warrior searching for a righteous cause. As the world fell, each of us in our own way was broken. It was hard to know who was more crazy… me… or everyone else.”
Malec Prompt: Alec has just returned from a 2 week trip that Magnus could not attend 😜
Magnus had been humming along excitedly at a solid eleven all day long, so much so that he’d cleaned the entire apartment by hand in order to make the time move faster.
Now, he was standing halfway between the bar and the living room with his cellphone in his hand, unmoving. It was stupid, there was no need for it. He and Alec were so far beyond the nervous, fumbling, excited stage of their relationship, and yet here he was. Inexplicably paralysed by the butterflies churning around in his stomach.
Alec had been gone two weeks on an excursion to the Mumbai Institute with his family. Magnus was very prepared to go as moral support, having understood the sensitive nature of the trip, but ultimately it was a Lightwood affair. Clary and Simon had also been left behind, but they’d both been there to see their respective partners off, just as Magnus had kissed Alec and hugged him tight before sending the Lightwoods through the portal.
Chairman Meow - stretched out on the bright red beanbag of Alec’s reading nook in the corner of the living room - paused in the cleaning of his fur long enough to look over at him.
“Don’t you dare judge me,” Magnus muttered at his cat.
His entire stomach and its butterflies surged upward to dance with his heart as the sound of keys in the lock reached his ears, and he held his breath, even as Alec shouldered his way through the door, pulling the hood off his messy wind-blown hair and dragging his bag over the threshold.
The door closed and the apartment was silent.
Magnus’ voice brushed over his lips, soft and yearning, “Hi.”
“Hi,” Alec answered, dropping his bag to the floor and breaking into a grin so big and beautiful that it wrinkled the corners of his eyes.
He didn’t know who moved first, but then the two of them were colliding, arms wrapping tight around each other and Magnus could finally breathe again.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, pained and desperate, blinking back the sudden wetness in his eyes, “You have no idea how much.”
“I missed you too,” Alec hummed lowly, pressing his face down into the crook of his neck and strengthening his embrace.
They stood there, holding each other as tight as they could, allowing the pieces they’d stolen from each other to fit back into place. Magnus drew his emotions back under control and snuggled in, closing his eyes.
“How did it go?”
Alec had taken to rubbing his big warm hands along Magnus’ back, “It was good. Really good, actually.”
“Yeah. They had some stories to tell, things we hadn’t been around for. The people there had loved Max, too.”
Magnus smiled faintly, squeezing the nape of Alec’s neck comfortingly.
“Mom and Dad were pretty good with each other,” Alec continued as they started to sway together gently, “They even hugged goodbye before he went back to Idris.”
Magnus pulled away just enough to look up into Alec’s eyes, smiling softly, trailing his thumb across Alec’s cheek. Alec closed the distance between them, lips gentle, savouring, and Magnus kissed him back, threading his fingers through his hair, pulling him in.
Alec held him close, hips pressed tight against him and Magnus kissed back harder, teeth and tongue, Alec’s breath hot in his mouth.
“Tired?” he managed between kisses.
“Travelled by portal,” Alec replied before Magnus claimed his mouth again, “Portal-lag is not a thing.”
“Good,” Magnus breathed as Alec clutched him closer still, lips descending.
Magnus began pulling at Alec’s hoody, oversized even for Alec’s strong, broad shoulders, and his hand swept the incredibly warm skin of Alec’s hip where it paused, feeling the raised ridges of a freshly applied rune there. Magnus had mapped Alec’s body intimately over the months, knew every muscle, every scar, every rune that had ever been. He knew the remnants of the rune on Alec’s hip because they’d used it before, and it appeared Alec had plans to use it now.
“Sweet Jesus,” Magnus croaked, and Alec picked him up without effort, carrying Magnus off to their bedroom.
I’ve just been informed that my Regina/Operation Mongoose video, the one I made a little after the finale aired, has been nominated in the 4th Annual Once Upon A Fan Awards. It’s the first time this happens to me as a vidder, so I feel very honored of course, and also very enthousiastic, because I loved making that video and tell the story of Regina’s quest for happiness! Just in case you guys would like to make it win, here is the direct link to vote in the fan video category! I’d really REALLY appreciate your help! :)
The video, for those of you who might not remember it, is this one here: