completers

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#ThankYouBones week: Day 10 - 3 Other Favourite ships/friendship(s)

Jaal and Ryder texting

Jaal: Hello alien ;)

Ryder: You’re the 👽

Jaal: No, you’re the alien

Ryder: No, you are :3

Jaal: Holy shit am I in love with you

Liam: I’m gonna need you to stop using speech-to-text, or I’ll vom.

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“Oh,” Magnus says quietly, all the breath rushing out of him. He grips hold of the doorframe tightly, knuckles whitening, shocked by how strong his reaction is.

Alec is lying on the carpet, surrounded by throw cushions and his discarded shirt, dressed only in a pair of threadbare sweatpants and holey socks. His hair is a ragged mess of curls, and there are dark circles under his eyes – he looks about as tired as Magnus feels, but he’s still eerily beautiful, and he’s holding the baby against his bare chest. Her eyes are closed, and she is lifted up and down gently with each rise and fall of Alec’s chest, her ear pressed against his heart.

“Oh no,” Magnus says faintly.

(Or, the prompt was a Parent AU and this was what I came up with.)

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, JOE DREW STUDIOS PROUDLY PRESENTS; BENDY THE LIL’ DARLIN DEVIL AND THE FIDDLER’S GREEN GANG! FEATURING; BORIS THE WOLF, FENDY THE ANGEL, SERENA SWAN, AND PORKER T. ESQUEALER! WATCH AS EVERYONE’S FAVORITE SWINGING BAND TRAVELS THE COUNTRY SIDE, FINDING ADVENTURE AND MISCHIEF ON THE WAY! 


So maybe I accidentally made a full gang for Bendy, not just Fendy there. They’re a band! 



Fendy I’m gonna make a post about in a second once I put up the villains, but Serena fills the stock Vain Gossip trope while Porker is the Uncle Pennybags of the group

because he’s the only one of these slobs with any money

Go nuts, fandom!

Villains here.

How you can’t move moonlight—you have to go
there and stand in it. How you can’t coax it
from your bed to come and shine there. You can’t
carry it in a bucket or cup it in
your hands to drink. Wind won’t
blow it. A bird flying through it won’t
tear it. How you can’t sell it or buy it
or save it or earn it or own it, erase
it or block it from shining on the mule’s
bristly back, dog’s snout, duck bill, cricket, toad.
Shallow underwater stones gleam underwater.
And the man who’s just broken the neck
of his child? He’s standing by the window
moonlight shining on his face and throat.
—  Marie Howe, “How You Can’t Move Moonlight,” The Kingdom of Ordinary Time