Alec wearing one of Magnus’ shirts. And someone points it out like maybe Izzy or Jace is like “???? is that ur shirt?” And Alec is just like “oh no it’s Magnus’” and then they just continue on with their day. Like pls. Just domestic stuff like this.
pjo history → an issue of the olympian daily during wwii
*pls click the images to enlarge the text
since my post on pjo history received such a response, which i can’t thank you all enough for, i wanted to create a lil snippet from “the olympian daily,” the go-to newspaper for all the best updates; they publish new issues faster than hermes can run!
is liam eating enough right now?? is he sleeping enough?? is he warm and cared for?? i hope he is getting so many hugs and kisses right now, and he knows that i am so so proud of him and excited for his music!!!!
amongst the emd2 hype, the game’s main artist also kinda got prompted to make LINE stickers for eo series’ 10th anniversary, and one of the doodles is flavio….so cute… i would spam this specific sticker at all my friends and anyone who’s willing to put up with my love for flavio
a thlaise au ; essentially a messy train of thought because i’m struggling with maths so word dump it is.
this is dedicated to everyone who has blessed me with their thlaise, you know who u are 💓 , you’re all the bestest ily.
the first domino that falls is the bash of a cheek against drunken lips in the dark of the corridor
the next morning, they write it off as an anomaly, both pretending to have forgotten the feverish way blaise had then pressed theodore against the wall, the warmth of theodore’s breath against the shell of blaise’s ear
and the soft slow slide of lips as theodore curled up and up into blaise as if he was trying to ingrain himself in blaise’s soul. he was already there but he didn’t know that.
and so the second domino teetered and toppled.
a mistake, a mistake, a mistake
the thought throbbed deep and heavy in theodore’s head when he woke up hungover with the unmistakeable indent of blaise in his sheets, on his skin
he meets blaise’s eye when he enters the kitchen and he knows that he can’t let “whatever this is” happen ifhe wants to keep blaise.
he wants to keep the blaise who runs his hand soothingly through theo’s hair when he’s ill and asleep (or at least, whilst he thinks theodore is asleep)
the blaise who returns theodore’s books to the library when he forgets
the blaise who slumps down next to him on the sofa and passes him a mug of lemon and honey tea with his slight crooked smile.
but what he doesn’t know is that keeping that blaise is not a choice he gets to make.
they can’t go back, not now that blaise knows what his lips taste like, not when blaise has realised he’s been in love with his best friend for longer than he’s been aware.