i love nice guys

Ladies and Gentlemen, I ashamedly present to you what I did instead of the art I’m actually being paid to do (*europeanly shoves this at @forovnix*)

So apparently it’s been an entire year since I opened up a new doc to see if I could work my random “Alec Likes Feeling Pretty” headcanon into a cohesive fic.

Needless to say, I had no idea that ALDNT would become what it is today, that it would be so extensive, or that it would be received so wonderfully by the fandom. Believe me when I say that I didn’t think anyone would even read it, much less that I would get the type of responses and reactions that my wonderful readers have been sending me since day one.

The year I’ve spent writing this fic so far has been absolutely amazing, and I cannot possibly thank my readers enough for your incredible support. I definitely can’t guarantee that I’ll still be writing this fic for another full year, but I truly do love the ALDNT ‘verse, and I hope my readers will continue to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

So, as always, thank you for your support, both for this fic, and for Alec Lightwood having nice things. 💜💜💜

anonymous asked:

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Can I just mention them? SCREW IT! YOU PEOPLE ARE AMAZING!

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I LOVE YOU GUYS A LOT OKAY? YOU ARE NICE PEOPLE, YOU DESERVE THE UNIVERSE DON’T LET ANYONE SAY OTHERWISE!!! <3

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.