of emma

“ 'Cause you are the piece of me
I wish I didn’t need
Chasing relentlessly
Still fight and I don’t know why
If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy?
If our love’s insanity why are you my clarity? “

This song just fits them so much TT__TT,, I’m really happy with how the first panel looks btw. Emma and Jules deserve happiness

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Becoming yourself is really hard and confusing, and it’s a process. I was completely the eager beaver in school, I was the girl in the front of the class who was the first person to put her hand up, and it’s often not cool to be the person that puts themself out there, and I’ve often gotten teased mercilessly, but I found that ultimately if you truly pour your heart into what you believe in even if it makes you vulnerable, amazing things can and will happen.

drunk kit

“…and no drinking!” ordered julian sternly, though everyone just laughed. livvy ran straight for the bar, dru excitedly skipping behind her. emma gave julian a look as if to say what did you expect? julian just smiled in return as emma took his wrist and pulled him to the bar. ty glanced at kit as kit grinned devilishly and grabbed his hand, running to the bar. 

the LA institute was invited to one of magnus’ parties in new york, so there they were (except tavvy, who was left with diana at the institute), excited because magnus’ parties was always a good time. 

kit got two pale purple drinks, which ty questioned. 

“they’re safe, don’t worry,” said magnus, leaning between kit and ty. his chest was bare and only wore sparkly red pants. “drink up, young lovers.”

“you’re promoting underage drinking?” asked kit, surprised. 

“we don’t follow mundane laws,” grinned magnus, winking at kit. 

and so they drank. well, kit did. 

nine drinks later, kit was a hot drunken mess, arms linked around ty’s shoulders as ty walked around, trying to find livvy, or somewhere to sit. “where the hell is she?” whispered ty, though he could have yelled it and not have been heard because magnus’ party sounded like heavy metal. 

“shhh,” hushed kit, pressed a finger to ty’s lips. “no swearing.”

ty rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to kit’s finger and kit buried his face into the nook of ty’s neck, flustered. 

kit’s legs totally gave out, dragging on magnus’ floor as ty pulled kit around. he sighed an aggravated sigh before murmuring, “you know what?” and pulled kit onto his back. a piggyback, the mundanes would call it. 

kit laughed and wrapped his arms around ty’s shoulders. “you’re cute,” kit said in ty’s ear. “we should go out sometime.” 

ty laughed at that, teeth showing and everything. livvy noticed from a distance and snapped a few pictures of them on her phone, two young lovers walking through a busy crowd of happy people. 

“but really,” whispered kit, voice dropping. “i’ll take you out. wherever you want, babe.”

“tempting, but maybe i’ll pass,” smiled ty. “just sit down please, my love.”

he plopped kit down on a velvety sofa, who giggled and tugged on ty’s grey sweatshirt. he pulled hard enough for ty to fall on top of kit. 

“‘my love?’ that’s cute. you’re cute. no, you’re hot,” rambled kit, pulling ty in close by his waist. “very hot,” whispered kit. ty felt himself redden. 

“you’re a flirty drunk, aren’t you?” asked ty, moving so that his long legs covered in black skinny jeans was draped over kit’s lap. though he leaned close to kit.

“on a scale from one to ten, you’re a nine and i’m the one you need,” giggled kit. ty snorted and fixed kit’s messy hair. ty noticed kit blush and look into his lap, shy from ty’s face being so close to kit’s. 

“let me take you out,” pouted kit. ty sighed and held kit’s hands in kit’s lap. “kit. we, you and i, are dating. you already took me out four months ago.”

“we are?” ty nodded. kit smiled and leaned close to ty’s face. “and how did i manage to get someone like you to date someone like me?” he asked in a low voice. ty smiled and quickly gave kit a kiss.

“i like you. i love you, really. you’re cute- and funny when you’re drunk.”

“i think i love you too,” slurred kit, grinning. he rested his hands on ty’s legs. 

“that’s a relief,” chuckled ty. he ran his hands through kit’s hair in a pattern.

and if someone from the party was to look at magnus’ velvet sofa, they would see an intoxicated blond boy falling in love all over again with a boy with dark hair, his legs across his lap. his back arched to be close to the blond, to run his slender fingers through his hair while the blond stares at him, eyes full of love.

and of course, ty took care of kit when he dealt with his first hangover the next day. 

the pros of changing my icon: finally more people no longer assume im a girl or emma roberts runs this blog

the cons: receiving messages from anonymous twinks saying dumb shit like my icon is ugly and i should change my icon back (fyi idc what you think)