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Okay but haunted house AU anyone?

When Robert and Maryse Lightwood tell their kids they’re moving from their bustling Brooklyn lifestyle to a small town by the sea due to their father’s job being relocated, they’re less than thrilled. Promising the kids a new adventure, they find themselves moving into a manor that could more accurately ​be described as a miniature castle. But the kids aren’t sure what has them more curious: the old house, or the residents living inside it.

Magnus Bane, the owner of the house, welcomes the Lightwoods into his home, and happens to catch their eldest son’s eye. Alec isn’t sure what’s drawing him to Magnus - other than the fact that he’s gorgeous and the two can’t seem to stop flirting - but Alec knows there’s something more. He swears he’s caught Magnus doing things that aren’t physically possible; making things appear and disappear with the wave of his hand, bright lights emanating from his palms. He hears Magnus speaking in languages behind closed doors he’s never heard, jumping from room to room almost if by magic. And Alec knows there has to be a logical explanation for the old books on the shelves that look like spell books, and the Pentagram on the floor, and the potions brewing away he accidentally stumbled upon, right?

…Right?

Until Alec learns the truth: that Magnus is a warlock who’s been alive for centuries. But to Alec, it doesn’t matter; the attraction he feels for Magnus is stronger than any possible love potion in the world.

Meanwhile, Jace finds himself constantly bored, wanting more than anything to go back home and be away from this place. Until he meets Simon, a boy living down the hall, and finds himself falling for his nerdy charm and nervous stuttering. But Jace knows there’s more to Simon than meets the eye; like why he never eats around anyone, and always tries to hide his smile, and why there’s packs of blood with Simon’s name written on them stowed in the fridge down in the basement. Until Jace finds out the truth: Simon is a vampire who, by some miracle, can walk in daylight. And when Jace first sees Simon smile, it’s like a stake right to his own heart.

Isabelle finds herself drawn to the beautiful paintings hanging all over the manor, meeting the two responsible for them: Jocelyn and Clary Fray, two fiery redheads with a great gift for art. Along with Jocelyn’s detective husband, Luke, the three seem like any typical family. But Isabelle swears she can hear howling at night, and worse, finds strange creatures walking all over the house. She thinks she’s dreaming, until she finds a room that seems more like a cage in the basement, with claw marks all over the wall. And then Isabelle learns the truth: Luke is a werewolf, and Clary and Jocelyn can make their drawings come to life.

Promising to keep the secrets of the house, the Lightwood siblings find themselves thrown into the adventure their parents promised. What they never expected to find in the end, though, is love.

Gosh now I’m imagining Ed dragging Oz out of his office so they can have a picnic. He packs watermelon, cheese, crackers, cucumber sandwiches, and wine to wash it down. They end up falling asleep and have to walk back to the car in the dark. Ed trips over a root and Oz laughs his ass off, then finally helps him up and Ed pulls him down too as punishment for laughing at him. They root around on their hands and knees grabbing all the stuff that fell out of the basket when Ed went down (rather: almost all; Oz isn’t too concerned and everything is replaceable). Once they make their second attempt to walk back to the car Oz holds Ed’s hand and leads the way, letting him know about any obstacles so he doesn’t fall again.

Carta al amor de mi vida.

Hola mi amor, sé que nunca vas a leer esto, porque he decidido no entregarte este pequeño papel con palabras que tal vez no comprenderás. Estoy en la mejor disposición de aclararte todo; estabas enamorado de mis flores, no de mis raíces, y cuando llegó invierno no supiste que hacer. Ame cada palabra, cada día, cada momento, te ame.
Siempre te vi como una persona espectacular, podía mirarte incluso en el peor de tus momentos y seguía creyendo que eras perfecto. ¿Cómo fue que todo acabo?, ¿Cómo pasó?.
Definitivamente, el dolor causado toco partes en mi corazón que yo creí que no existían, maldita sea, ¿De qué sirvió “descongelar” mi corazón?, si en algún momento te irías.
Me hiciste creer en tí, me llenaste de palabras de amor, que tal vez nunca fueron ciertas, lo peor de todo es que yo me las creía y las almacenaba en un frasquito de promesas…
Recuerdo ese primer día, te abrazaba tan fuerte, quería sentir tu calor, quería sentir que me querías; me besaste, y te juro cariño que el tiempo se detuvo, no existía nada más, era tu boca y mi boca por un momento, ese día grabado en los escombros de mi memoria. Quizá en ese momento debí alejarme, quizá esa era una señal de que el cielo y el infierno nunca pondrán juntarse…
Me decías apodos bonitos, me llenabas de chocolates, de esos que tienen un marca poco conocida, pero sabían como la gloria, me gustaban, eran como una huella personal. Me gustaban los primeros días, cuando no parábamos de besarnos, decías que mis besos eran lo mejor que habías probado y que nunca te aburrirías de ellos, ¿Lo recuerdas?, yo si, que ingenua fui, me lo creí, y atesoraba que alguien anhelara las ganas de besarme. Como no me di cuenta que era una de tus falacias favoritas, con las que yo siempre caía.
Cuando cantábamos alegres de amor y felicidad, recuerdo también que solías cantarme “Locos - León Larregui”, decías que esa canción era nuestra, pero no, quizá solo era mía, porque hoy que la escucho siento que mis orejas sangran y mi corazón se encoje, y así dejando un vacío en el estómago. No, no fui los más bonito que viste en tu vida, tampoco me amabas…
¿Recuerdas el 16 de mayo?, un día común sin planes. Tomaste mi mano y dijiste que saldríamos, dije que si…
Llegamos a tu casa, aun puedo recordar cada detalle del olor de tu habitación, perfume, humedad, tu aroma.
Las cobijas color café, de ese mismo tono que tienen tus ojos, comenzaste a besarme, ibas aumentando la intensidad, tus labios dulces, tú piel tibia y suave…
Poco a poco deslizabas tus manos sobre mi piel, sentía como recorrías cada escombro, recuerdo el haber dicho que no me mirarás, era la primera vez, tú contestaste, “eres hermosa” y yo sabía que también era tu primera vez.
Me quitaste toda la inseguridad que tenía sobre mi físico, cuando tus manos sobre mi piel me hacían verme hermosa, me hacían sentirme mujer. Tus caricias, tus besos acelerados y a la vez tiernos, fuiste quitando mi vestimenta y yo la tuya, y en ese momento del pleno acto del amor, sonaba nuestra canción “Ciudad de la furia - Soda Estéreo”, siempre fue tu favorita de toda la vida y ese día el destino quiso ponerla en ese preciso instante para rompernos un poco el corazón cada vez que la escuchemos. Y sabes algo, ahora yo la escucho y me siento igual que ese día, quizá no hubo velas ni pétalos de rosa por la alfombra, como suelen hacerlo otras parejas pero, hubo amor, ese fue el momento donde más cerca te sentí de mí. Más tarde, llamaron tus amigos, querían salir de paseo y me llevaste contigo. Íbamos a gran velocidad por la carretera. Nós detuvimos unos minutos para apreciar el paisaje de la ciudad, encontramos un pequeño barandal de madera, sacaste un bolígrafo y colocaste “A&C”. Decías que cuando volvieras a pasar por ahí recordarías que en ese día fuimos muy felices. Unas horas más tarde llegamos nuestro destino, unas cascadas hermosas, vista al lago, y cabañas pintorescas, era el lugar ideal para pasar una agradable velada, por desgracias había colegio al siguiente día y no podíamos quedarnos. Comenzamos a beber cerveza, mientras reíamos de acontecimientos pasados. Caminamos un rato, exploramos el lugar y te dije que iría al baño a cambiarme por un traje de baño; entraste conmigo. Nós ocultamos bien de que alguien pudiera vernos y entramos en el mismo baño, súper gracioso, ¿Lo recuerdas amor?. Me besabas y aun podía sentir ese ligero sabor a cerveza combinado con un poco de menta, dejamos que las cosas pasaran. Al salir la gente nós miraba raro, y solo fingimos que no nós conocíamos. Nadamos durante un tiempo, cuando el sol ya estaba apunto de ponerse, subimos las cosas a la camioneta y fuimos de regreso a casa. En el camino me dijiste “Te amo” y esa fue la primera vez que te oí decirlo, no supe si lo sentiste de verdad o solo lo dijiste por estar ebrio, la verdad mi amor, fue hermoso. Pasamos miles de momentos especiales, que no debían terminar así, este no era nuestro momento. No te lo voy a negar estoy escribiendo con lágrimas en los ojos, porque sé que la mejor persona con la que me he cruzado en la vida, esta a punto de irse y no se como hacer que se quede. Me hubiera gustado haberte dejado una marca, algo que significara tanto para tí como para mí, algo que pudiera decir que estuvimos juntos. El problema siempre fui yo, ¿no?. Yo con mis inseguridades, yo con mis cursilerías, yo con cada verso que te dedique, con mis absurdas cartas. Porque aprendí que apestar de todo el esfuerzo que pusiera tú aún seguías enamorado de ella, y ni yo, ni los pedazos de este corazón, te harían pensar lo contrario. Llegue a lastimarme por no lastimarte a tí, siempre fue tu bienestar antes del mio, ese fue un gran error. Nunca fui tan importante como ella, nunca llegue a ser ni un poco de lo que ella fue, porque ella tenía tu corazón y yo, yo solo tenía un pedazo de los que destrozó. Ahora cariño, la puerta esta abierta, no pude hacer que te quedaras, no pude hacer que me amaras, no fui ni la mínima parte de un amor para tí. No puedo obligarte a quedarte. Te vas y te llevas contigo este corazón de poeta, es tuyo ahora. Y preguntate si valió la pena dejar este gran amor por buscar uno que ya había terminado. Porque…; ¿Tú que hubieras sentido si te hubieran hecho lo mismo?. No te olvidaré, eso te lo prometo. Después de tí, solo copias baratas. Te extrañaré, sé feliz. Fue un placer haber coincidido contigo en esta vida. Te amo. Con amor, Y. Tu Corny. -Y.

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SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: For readers who appreciate the amazing fanfic writers out there.
I know I don’t really post many original/personal things on here. I just have seen so much anonymous hate out there lately for the FANTASTIC writers I follow, and I reached a point where I had to make something positive to try to cancel out some of the frustration I was feeling. I saw that @avengersandchill responded to a snarky anonymous ask today and it inspired this permit. I know, I’m a cheesy, weird little person, but I work with what I got ;)
These beautiful fanfic writers give us so much for free, it’s rediculous. They spend their -often scarce- free time writing, trying to write, brainstorming, outlining and cursing while attempting to create something we will love. They create stories that take us away, make us feel and give us something we may never have known we wanted. They do what they love to do and share it with us, hoping against hope to get a little appreciation and love back from us in return. A lot of the time, the result is little/no response and maybe even some anon hate.
Please, PROTECT OUR WRITERS. Review, comment, reply, ask, anon ask…just send a little love their way. God knows they’ve made us smile :)
I’m tagging some of my favorite writers on here (I know I’m going to miss some, and I’m sorry! I love you). So. If you haven’t read their work yet, they are awesome and you should check them out and follow them!
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With You

I wanted to write something in regards to an ask we received in which I stated Kevin does not want to talk about the future, just because something that really warmed my heart happened and I wanted to write about our conversation. This is for those who “ship” us, and I’ll probably delete it if he sees because he’ll get embarrassed. It even reads like a SasuSaku AU fanfic hahahaha.

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“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?”

“Why?”

“A follower is asking.”

“Uh…owning a comic shop, I guess…”

“…That’s it?”

“I guess.”

My heart sank. Two years in and still no mention of a future, still no jokes about it, still no conversations, still met with indifference or anger. I sat quietly, my hands hovering above the keyboard. For myself, I had written a whole paragraph about a future with him. Doubt filled my mind as I moved my hand over the backspace key and deleted all of it.

“Why won’t you talk with me about the future?”

“…I just don’t make promises. I’m just not that kind of person.”

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Okay, but the Stydia of it aside, you know what makes me really emotional? In the Jeep ride, Lydia is so nauseated and sick from holding back her screams but she’s literally trying to SWALLOW them because Scott and Stiles are in the car with her and she can’t ever let anything happen to them, they are her boys, her best friends, the only ones that have been there for her since the beginning of all this, and she has to protect them.

if snk characters had tumblr blogs
  • eren: memes, memes, and a lot of those funny vines, and a lot of gifs. ofter posts "read more" vents which are all caps and very angry.
  • mikasa: cool gothic blog with a really fantastic theme of black and red. she always replies to eren's vents and posts nice comments on them. shuts down racist/homophobic tumblr users AT ONCE.
  • armin: the science side of tumblr. he's in like 10 fandoms at once and is very amicable, making gifs and reblogging unknown fanart
  • levi: angry social blogger. complains about worldwide issues involving meaningless death such as the massacres or police killings and is very passionate. has a 10000 plus follower count.
  • erwin: uses it as a work + leisure blog. always posts motivational quotes and official documents/announcements about Corps movements. occasionally posts a selfie from way too close up. also posts angry political opinions, and reblogs levi's world issue posts.
  • historia: pale pink blogger. loves to reblog nail art and korean fashion. sometimes she's a nightblogger though, and posts the weirdest declarations.
  • jean: follows erens although he'd never admit it. punkish theme and he posts a lot of selfies with his hair spiked up. it tries to be a very emo scene cool blog with music recs of bands youve never heard of but a humor post or two slips out.
  • marco: reblogs ALL jean's selfies, and runs a mild fandom blog. he deactivates after two years due to school pressures.
  • mike: runs a perfume aesthetic blog. he knows all the details about all the latest fragnances and answers his asks helpfully.
  • hanji: guro+science blog. reblogs medical information as welll as latest discoveries on species etc. also is incredibly supportive of trans boys and girls and often sends them sweet messages. posts selfies all the time with funny faces.
  • petra: cute weeb blogger. watches all the anime and she follows everyone in the Corps. she often writes important meta pieces about characters in her shows.
  • sasha: food blogger big time. posts food porn and also takes pictures of all her meals, and often the people she eats with, pulling funny faces. follows over 2k people.
  • connie: super trash memes and vines humor blog. mainly filled with corny text posts and gifs, and often his own jokes and chat convos.
  • reiner: classy AF porn blog. super cool aesthetic pictures of naked men, in various poses. the others follow him due to the sheer classiness of the nudes. sometimes he posts his own sculpted butt or hot abs.
  • bertolt: follows a lot of popular blogs and often sends them shy and cute messages. what they dont know is that he has another tumblr account with 20k followers.
  • annie: a blogger that can't stand superwholock or anime or people obsessing over fandoms. she shuts them down pronto and reblogs only real world information.
  • ymir: gayest blog in the world. comments on all hot girls selfies and starts selfie marathons. is outright about calling her followers super frickin hot.