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Favorite things to fall asleep with at night


2008 || 2017: Eurovision Song Contest Winners in ten years

2008: Russia → Dima Bilan (Believe)
2009: Norway → Alexander Rybak (Fairytale)
2010: Germany → Lena (Satellite)
2011: Azerbaijan → Ell & Nikki (Running Scared)
2012: Sweden → Loreen (Euphoria)
2013: Denmark → Emmelie De Forest (Only Teardrops)
2014: Austria → Conchita Wurst (Rise Like A Phoenix)
2015: Sweden → Måns Zelmerlöw (Heroes)
2016: Ukraine → Jamala (1944)
2017: Portugal → Salvador Sobral (Amar Pelos Dois)

Why is it that musical mains always wear blue|?

I mean look at it

Veronica wears blue

Evan wears blue

Ham and Eliza wear blue

Elle wears a little bit of blue

Jerm wears  blue (Also hi Micheal you sweet angel.) 

Nick wear blue (Also hi Nigel the other angel bean of Broadway)

Also Jenna but that’s just her uniform…

Why do the main characters of popular musicals always wear blue??  

49 + malec (post downworlder meeting 2x19) magnus’ pov

you may find part one here

a few people requested this drabble be written from magnus’ point of view, so here it is. i’m not writing so much about whatever he’s up to with the seelie queen because there’s so many theories floating around right now, i’m not going to project any of them onto his character until we know for sure. so some things might be edited monday, but until then enjoy magnus’ emotions. (this turned out a lot longer than i had planned). 

got a request? send it in. there’s a prompt list here, but if you have other ideas, send them. (the ships don’t all have to be malec. i love writing bellarke, clace, clalec BROTP never ever ever romantic, and pretty much anything shadowhunters/the 100).

Every bone in Magnus’ body was telling him to turn around and go back, not to leave Alec; but, he knew that he couldn’t. It would defeat the purpose of everything he had been working towards.

But he couldn’t stop seeing the expression on Alec’s face when he followed the Seelie Queen out of the room. If looks could kill, Magnus would have dropped dead on the spot. There was just so much disbelief and betrayal in the shadowhunter’s eyes that it physically hurt his heart to think about it. 

Magnus heard a loud “Alec, don’t!” coming from the room behind him and by the time he registered what was going on, Alec was calling his name and storming towards him. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach as he looked over to the Seelie Queen for permission to speak to Alec. 

When she gave him the okay, Magnus noticed the glare Alec shot in her direction, even if it were only there for a split second. 

“What are you doing?” Alec hissed at him. “What the hell was that in there?” 

Magnus couldn’t open his mouth. He knew if he did, everything he couldn’t say would come tumbling out. 

Alec began to chuckle out a cold, heartless laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“Tell him, Magnus. Tell him there is nothing left for him with you,” the queen told him. 

But Magnus knew that he couldn’t. It wasn’t true. Magnus wouldn’t believe that there was nothing left between he and Alec. He knew for Alec’s sake he should respond and say what the queen wanted to hear, but he just couldn’t find the words. 

He heard Alec sigh and then say, “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.” 

At that moment, Magnus felt his heart begin to crack. He flinched away from Alec’s words as if Alec had physically taken a swing at the warlock. Magnus tried his best to compose himself as Alec began stepping closer. 

Alec was so close now that Magnus could see every color in the eyes he’d foolishly become so used to waking up to in the morning. “That’s it? You’re not going to say anything?” Alec asked. Magnus didn’t realize that he still hadn’t spoken. 

Magnus heard footfalls and glanced over Alec’s shoulder to see that Raphael, Isabelle, Clary, Jace, and Luke were now all standing around watching the scene unfold.

Before he could get a word out, Magnus saw something in Alec snap. It was just like he had been hanging off of a cliff and finally let go. “You know what, Magnus?” Magnus thought he really didn’t want to know. “You’re a hypocrite. You’re a hypocrite and I regret ever falling in love with you.” 

At that, Magnus’ heart broke into a million tiny pieces he was sure he could never put back together unless it was Alec applying the bandaids. His eyes began to burn with tears and he heard the sorrow in Isabelle’s voice as she breathed out, “Oh, Alec.” He heard Clary’s sharp intake of breath, Jace’s low whistle, and Luke letting out a “damn.” When he looked to the Seelie Queen, he thought he was going to be sick. She was smiling. She was enjoying this. 

Magnus looked back to Alec and said the only thing he could think of, the only thing he hoped to be true in this moment. “You don’t mean that.” 

Alec was turned slightly sideways at this point, looking toward the crowd. “Look at that!” he practically yelled. “He speaks!” 

Magnus knew that Alec had to be hurting a terrible amount to lose his temper in front of the Downworld Council. As Head of the Institute, it would most definitely be frowned upon. 

“Alexander-” Magnus started but was quickly cut off when Alec spun on his heel to face him once again. 

“You do not get to call me that! You lost that right! That is reserved for friends and family only. It’s Alec to you.” Alec’s eyes were burning with rage and hurt, but Magnus still thought they were beautiful. 

He could feel the tears beginning to form behind his eyes and he clenched his jaw to keep them at bay. The queen could not see this side of him. 

“That’s it. Show’s over,” Alec said. Before Magnus knew it, Alec was pushing through the crowd of people and out of his sight. He watched as Isabelle followed after him, crying out for him to stop for a second. Magnus knew Alec wouldn’t stop. Not now. He wouldn’t accept Isabelle’s comfort. He would throw everything he had into his work.

Jace shot Magnus a look before turning and following in Isabelle’s footsteps. Luke and Raphael just looked away. Clary had tears in her eyes. 

“Come now,” the Seelie Queen said. “There’s so much work to be done.” 

Yes, Magnus thought, there is

prompt 41 + malec for anonymous & @rowanstroian

hili my lovely followers. i’m back with yet another short fic. comments/feedback are greatly appreciated. (this is show!malec and like in between 2x15 & 2x16). also the end, how ironic lmao. also, i’m convinced that magnus still hasn’t said i love you first so i’m waiting for it to become canon before i start putting it in pics.

got a request? send it in. there’s a prompt list here, but if you have other ideas, send them. (the ships don’t all have to be malec. i love writing bellarke, clace, clalec BROTP never ever ever romantic, and pretty much anything shadowhunters/the 100). 

“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Being the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane was more than used to pounding on his door at all hours of the night; however, he was not expecting the person on the other side of the door. 

Magnus trudged through his loft toward the door in nothing but blue silk pajama pants and a black robe that he didn’t bother to tie. He was sure his hair was a mess and that his makeup was smudged, but he was too tired to care. 

“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until the morn-” Magnus swung the door open and stopped short. “-ing,” he finished. Alec was standing in front of him, his hair equally as messy and rumpled clothes. He wasn’t supposed to be staying tonight; he’d said there was too much paperwork at the Institute and he would just stay there. So, Magnus was little taken aback by the sight before him. 

“Alexander, what-” 

Alec crashed into Magnus, throwing his arms around his boyfriend and pulling him close. Magnus slowly wrapped his hands around Alec, tightening his grip. “What on earth is going on?” he asked. 

When Alec pulled away from the hug to look at Magnus, he had a frantic look in his shining eyes. “You’re okay? Nothing happened?” 

“Other than being woken from a very vivid dream about Freddie Mercury in a banana suit, which I can never un-see, I am perfectly okay,” Magnus said with a tilt of his head. “Now will you tell me why you’re pounding on my door at three in the morning looking like you just got word the gates to hell have opened?” 

Alec sighed and broke away from his embrace with Magnus. He stalked over to the black leather couch and sat down, looking very shaken up. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

Magnus’s heart simultaneously broke and filled up with love. He moved to sit down next to Alec, resting a hand on the shadowhunter’s leg. “I’m alright, Alec,” he said softly, rubbing smooth circles on Alec’s thigh with his thumb. “You can breathe now.” 

Magnus was caught off guard for the third time in the span of about five minutes, Alec had turned and crashed into Magnus, pressing his lips hard against Magnus’s. Magnus quickly regained his composure and lifted a hand to cup the right side of Alec’s face. 

Alec pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead before pulling Magnus into his chest. “I don’t want to lose you. Ever,” Alec said, his voice cracking. 

This was new. Alec hardly ever showed vulnerability around Magnus, lately it had been the other way around. After everything Magnus had been through, Alec had been more than supportive and annoyingly apologetic (he apologized for what happened with Valentine at least ten times a day). 

Magnus sighed and looked up to find Alec already staring down at him. “You won’t lose me, Alexander. I’ll always be here for you.” 

Alec visibly relaxed. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” Magnus replied.