remember when alec a gay character got to say “you’re confusing me” to another man he was attracted to… and remember how magnus a bisexual character then got to explain to him (and the audience) what attraction/love is supposed to feel like? can you believe shadowhunters gave us a scene that was so explicitly for lgbt viewers… a scene meant to guide us, to understand us… to accept us…
So I have this sixty two year old coworker named Lucille, who’s a total sweetheart and super edgy (she even uses emojis correctly guys!). Well today the topic of Seb came up during our break and she wanted to see a pic of him. So I’m like “lol k.” I show her a random pic of him and she turns to me and says:
“He’s into some kinky shit.”
And I’m like How-Do-You-Know-That.mp3 like wtf Lucille you legit have no idea who he is.
“Look at his eyes! His body language. The way he carries himself. He plays the sweetheart card but he’s an animal in bed. I’ve seen that before many times.”
So there ya have it y'all. According to Lucille, Seb is riding the kink train to Daddyville™.
His eyes are beautiful, captivating.
It’s incredible how much eyes can tell you.
They can show the pain that they’ve been through and the joy that they feel.
They can be glazed over like glass or shine like stars.
His now shine, even more beautiful than they did before.
And they always captivate me, every single time.
They always surprise me with how beautifully they glow.
They make me feel comfortable, I can look into them for hours on end and try to watch the stories of his mind unravel.
I like to listen to him talk, I like the way that he says things differently than I.
I love how with every word he says he has me begging for the next one.
Every time he speaks it’s as if all the gloomyness of the room around us has faded, and we have entered a land of paradise.
His words are so gentle, planned out quickly in his mind.
Oh how I wish that I could talk as calmly as he.
I love his body, I love how his hips fit between mine.
I love holding him in my arms because I know he’s safe from the world’s harms.
It’s nice to stroke his sides, I like to glide my hands along the soft surface.
His body is homely and when I am connected with it I feel calm.
His hands fit perfectly with mine as if he were a missing bolt in my creation.
And the way his nose will wrinkle when he frowns.
His laugh is gorgeous, not the little chuckle he makes when I pull a silly face but his real laugh.
His heart felt laugh, it’s truly something spectacular, it’s as if it is a melody and it has surly become my favourite song.
To see him cry with laughter is a moment I am content, knowing that he his happy.
He makes me feel safe, when with him I feel at home. It doesn’t matter where I am, as long as he stays by my side through the morning and the night everything will be alright. I want to travel with this man. I want him to see my favourite places, the little nooks and crannies all around the world that I have fallen in love with, I want him to fall in love with too. I want to share my secret places and I want them to become his secret place too. I want take him to the palace of my mind, I want him to be able to see the beauty that I do when I see him, I want him to understand the feeling of wholeness I get when he is near. I want to share everything I love with the one I love.
Just a doodle imagining if Arthur was the one to patch up Merlin instead of the other way around :D Because you know Arthur would yell and bitch because he yells at Merlin enough about trying to stay out of trouble. And Merlin can’t yell back like he wants to about how much more danger Arthur was in - because that would involve a much more yelly conversation!
And Gaius? He gives them both the Eyebrow and leaves in an ‘I-told-you-so’ huff lol!
“But some part of him realised, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before… Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him… if Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back… that he really was—”