Ok but please consider sincerely three having date nights once a week and alternating who picks the date like first week is Evan, next is Connor, then Jared, and then all three of them agree on something special at the end of every month (because lowkey they probably got together near the end of a month and thats kind of how they celebrate their love)
We bought a house! 🙇🏻♀️ We’ve been moving for what feels like forever and we’re still unpacking but my studio is making serious progress! Did you see my story last week about my @ikeausa desks and @thecontainerstore storage? I used my trusty @ikeausa picture frame shelves for my polish wall and now I can finally paint again! I can honestly say my polish collection is one of my prized possessions 💕 Do you spy any of your favorite brands?
Here’s a little extension for tonight’s final Malec scene. Spoilers for 2x12 abound. I just really needed to see Magnus actually getting properly comforted after his ordeal.
“Tell me how to fix it,” Alec had said, and Magnus just didn’t have an answer. He felt Alec’s presence beside him on the couch, the warm weight of the Shadowhunter’s leg brushing lightly against his own, could hear his steady breathing, could sense the worried stare his boyfriend leveled at him.
All of the fond urges he normally felt on how to guide Alec through the nuances of a serious relationship were gone, replaced by a bone-deep tiredness. Memories echoed in his head, memories long-suppressed and forcibly brought to light by the Agony rune.
Somewhere underneath the dull numbness that seemed to have overtaken him, Magnus seethed.
He’d spent centuries all too aware of Shadowhunter arrogance. Of their own beliefs in their superiority. All that angelic power, and this is what they chose to do with it. Torture their own in a way that no human – not even Valentine – should have had to endure.
(Valentine had been in control of his body.)
(Valentine had casually discarded Magnus’s hard-won relationships so he could betray his friends with his face.)
… Maybe Valentine was the exception to the rule.
In that moment, Magnus had never been more convinced that their stringent warrior culture was going to be the Nephilim’s undoing. In that moment, Magnus wasn’t sure he cared.
“Magnus?” Alec’s soft voice cut through the sea of dark thoughts. When Magnus looked up at him, his eyebrows were furrowed in clear concern, and all the lines of his body were tense with what Magnus should have known was the urge to protect.
Except today, for the first time, Magnus had been on the other side. Alec’s lifetime of being raised a soldier had been on full display. Had been aimed at him.