When I was growing up, I felt like I had to qualify it and say I’m British-Pakistani. But now I kind of feel like, in this day in age, this is what British looks like. It looks like me; it looks like Idris Elba, and hopefully through Nasir Khan, people will see that that’s what an American can look like as well.
i’m looking at idris elba in that thor trailer and i’m just?? all my wounds feel fresh again, he could have been james bond?? how does one NOT want him as james bond?? you gotta be a Fake Fan of james bond if you don’t want idris elba to be james bond tbh
“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk,” Jace said. “When I got back, I bumped into this sad
bastard mooning around the porch.” He pointed at Alec.
City of Glass:
ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always
yelling at the neighborhood kids to get of her lawn? Because I do,” Jace said.
City of Fallen Angels:
sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not
City of Heavenly Fire:
“It’s Magnus birthday,” Alec said, flipping the phone shut. “I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t—to think that I forgot.” “You’re pining,” said Jace. Alec shrugged. “Look who’s talking. ‘Oh, I love her. Oh, she’s my sister. Oh why, why, why—’ ”
“Are you still mad because I broke your phone?” Jace said. “Because you broke my wrist, so I’d say we’re even.” “It was sprained,” Alec said. “Not broken. Sprained.”
“Jace could get himself killed putting his pants on in the morning. Being his parabatai is a full-time job.”
“The first time you saw me,” Jace said, looking down at his hands, looped around his knees, “I bet you didn’t think, He’s going to get me killed.” “The first time I saw you, I wished you’d go back to Idris.” Jace looked over at Alec incredulously; Alec shrugged. “You know I don’t like change.” “I grew on you, though,” Jace stated confidently. “Eventually,” Alec agreed. “Like moss, or a skin disease.”
“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie.” He paused, clearly waiting. Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?” “Because I am not your bitch,” Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.
The second he walked through the door - there would be punishments to pay or pleasures to rake in. Daniel’s directions were simple. Get the giantic dildo attached to the bedroom full length mirror completely up her cunt, and able to perform doggy on it. The thick, black dildo was thicker and longer then any human penis could hope to be. If she hadn’t - the punishments would be greater then she could imagine.
“Well if it isn’t Alec junior, what are you doing out here?”
Magnus stopped in front of you and crouched down, gently wiping a stray tear
that had danced its way down your cheek.
“Alec said if I don’t approve of the wedding then I shouldn’t
come and if I can’t see that he’s doing this for us that… maybe I should go
back to Idris.” You sighed and looked away from the Warlock before snapping
your eyes to his face. “Wait why are you here?” You asked quickly.
“I had an invite from Izzy.” He said simply. You grinned and
jumped up, hugging onto the warlock who, after a few seconds he hugged you back
“Thank you for coming Magnus… please you have to make him
see reason, he can’t be miserable for the rest of his life, not for me and Izzy
we won’t have it.” You gasped quickly.