O mundo não é dividido entre especiais e comuns. Todos têm potencial para serem extraordinários. Contanto que você tenha uma alma e livre-arbítrio, pode ser qualquer coisa, fazer qualquer coisa, escolher qualquer coisa.
Magnus Bane - Cidade do Fogo Celestial, Cassandra Clare
Magnus Bane, along with his best friends, Ragnor, Raphael, and Catarina
is happily going into his last year at Hogwarts. Among juggling with his
studies, his best friend Catarina getting weird dreams, being the
Slytherin Quidditch team captain, and pining after the new hazel-eyes
beauty who just transferred from Ilvermoney carrying a mysterious and
quite suspicious Aura around him, Magnus must find out what is up with
the newly enrolled siblings, eventually finding himself in situation he
never imagined he would be in. ——- Alec Lighwood, along with
Izzy and Jace are the children of unrelenting Robert Lightwood, the head
of Law enforcement in MACUSA, the American ministry of Magic. He has
trained them since childhood to become soldiers and now, they must put
their skills to the test as the very much real threat of a new dark
force is arising, threatening not only half-bloods, and muggle-borns,
but every wizard, witch, and muggle alive. The doom and salvation of
humanity as they know it, lies in Hogwarts. Would they be able save
lives of everyone while trusting the right people along the way or would
their names be written among the fallen warriors of yet another
so i need to stay up for several more hours, so here, have some preschool!shadowhunters headcanons. i only scratched the tip of the iceburg with these, so i might write more
so single parent magnus suddenly finds himself with two young kids (like preschool status) that he needs to find childcare for because he needs to work and he finds this school that everyone is just raving about nearby his house
so he goes and has a tour of the place and, honestly, he’s not a huge fan of the owners, maryse and robert, but as he tours the school and spends some time in the classrooms, he just loves it there and decides that max and rafael both need to go there
the director, luke, was formerly an elementary school teacher himself, but he left to pursue preschool. he keeps the preschool in fantastic shape; he only hires people he feels confident leaving children with, and he has high expectations of his staff. if they need help, he steps in to give them guidance and training. he’s a huge fan of naturalistic teaching and social learning, and he tries to build that in his staff
and the assistant director, isabelle, is so sweet and welcoming to all the kids and families and offers really amazing support to the teachers. she may look all prim and proper and be walking in heels, but she’s not afraid to get involved in a painting project with the toddlers
simon is the cook and he’s hilarious and can talk your ear off but it’s really endearing and he really bends over backwards to meet all dietary needs and make sure that everyone gets the food they need and that it is as nutricious (and also delicious) as possible and he knows all the families personally and can ask them about their lives
clary is essentially their “specials” teacher. she comes in and does one lesson in every class once a week. they’re usually all art lessons; dancing, music, painting, drawing, reading, etc. the kids love when she’s there and she also tours at other preschools, but she is contracted to mainly work at this preschool
and there’s jace, who mostly works in the older kid classrooms, and he’s just an assistant teacher there as he’s getting his degree, but he clearly loves the kids and the kids love him and all the parents love him because he is always playing with the kids and coming up with and leading games on the spot and he’s a huge help
and there’s alec, the toddler teacher, who everyone at first thought would be good with the older kids, and he is, but his true passion is with the toddlers and infants and he’s just so good with them. he knows exactly how to calm them down when they’re upset that their parent is leaving and he keeps the classroom running smoothly and the moments that it isn’t running smoothly–because he works with toddlers and there are always moments of craziness–he keeps his cool and works with them calmly to bring the classroom back to normalcy
Shadowhunters season 2 filming officially starts tomorrow/today.
Behind the scenes pics, videos! Set pics! Pics of them in their wardrobe again! Ah, we made it to filming. We are surviving this hiatus and I have no idea how. Bless, one day closer to Shadowhunters season 2. Let’s do this.
Once there was a boy. When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train. Falcons are raptors—killing birds, his father told him, the Shadowhunters of the sky.
The falcon didn’t like the boy, and the boy didn’t like it, either. Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him. It would slash at him with beak and talons whenever he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were always bleeding. He didn’t know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus nearly impossible to tame. But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father.
He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird was meant to be easier to tame. He learned the equipment: the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist. He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldn't bring himself to do it— instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him. He fed it from his hand, at first it would not eat. Later it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.
He began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim light wings were built for the speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it leanred to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with delight. Sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put his beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what he had done, expecting him to be proud.
Instead his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck. ‘I told you to make it obedient,’ his father said, and dropped the falcon’s lifeless body to the ground. 'Instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed; it was broken.’
Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again. and he never forgot what he’d learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.