sh agos

Right now I’m sitting in a toilet when I should be in biology class
Because they’re teaching us how our white blood cells help our bodies fight off Infections
I never did quite understand it so that night you spent hours explaining it to me on the phone
I was too busy listening to your voice to take in any of it anyway
I don’t want to hear my teacher explain how a phagocyte engulfs pathogens
Just like you use to engulf me
Or how our memory cells stop viruses from coming back
In the same way I should remember all the pain you caused
And never let you make a disease of me again

Malec Screencaps 12/?

it’s just, sometimes, i lose control

magnus, they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful

you know, even tho all the raphael/izzy scenes made me really uncomfortable i could somehow deal w it only if ! they would consciously show us how unhealthy is this relationship, or have a good reason to show us like be a part of a bigger picture. but im so utterly disgusted that the producers think that any of those scene were even a tiny bit romantic. no. there is nothing nice about how izzy dragged raphael into this whole mess, how he manipulated him, there is nothing lovely about how much they got deep into this addiction that manipulated both of their minds with feelings that are not real….. i could throw up just thinking about how much they romantize this relationship, isabelle lightwood and raphael santiago deserved better


@moonfireshadow convinced me to post this on tumblr… so here u go

You could see by the look on his face that he never expected to have this; living family members or stories about his ancestors or a birthright to protect and while it’s obvious that the expectations of him will be even greater in the future, I’m still so, so thankful that the show didn’t kill off Imogen before we’d had the chance to see this happen.

kissing him in the alley way felt like coming home. walking home in the rain felt cool on his skin. climbing the stairs to the loft felt warm. settling down on the couch beside him felt perfect.

they talked. and talked and talked and talked about everything and then eventually, talked about nothing at all. and then fell into comfortable silence together. hand in hand, head on shoulder, tangled together on the sofa.

and then alec whispered, “thank you” and magnus lifted his head to look at him, a curious look on his face, wait for alec, who was looking down at their joined hands, to continue. and eventually it came, quieter than before, but hazel eyes peered honestly back to his.

“thank you for seeing me. thank you for saving me. thank you for loving me.”

magnus breathed, shook his head slightly in disbelief. he wanted to say a thousand things. wanted to reassure, to thank, to love. so he said, “and i always will.”


in the sensation of warm grainy sand beneath his feet. lost in the glory of a beaming sun that made the sky forget it was blue – it wore golden now, like its favorite gown.

his hazel gaze was lost at sea. gaze full of ocean, glimmering in teals. gentle waves rustled forward, slowly racing towards his heels.

as the cool water kissed his toes, a warm kiss pressed itself to his cheek. a familiar weight fell upon his hand, strong fingers settling over his own. he gripped back tight, feeling the cool metal of rings slotted between his fingers and the warmth of magnus’ palm.

“ready to go?” magnus’ quiet voice reeled him back to land. alec turned to him, memorizing the serenity painted across his beloved’s face. how it had smoothed over all the creases from past weeks of stress.

they had portalled to the remote island by “accident” (not without an amused “oops” from magnus). the high warlock of brooklyn and the head of the new york institute had experienced too few breaths with the accords undergoing revision. there had been pockets of stubborn resistance to proposed amendments, causing mayhem.

it was time for a break, magnus resolved, sinking into the sand with his husband, taking in the tall rock formations ahead, the large palms dancing with drooping leaves in the breeze. no straining meetings, no needless fighting. no office to be barged into, and no people to do the barging. no one at all. just the man who was part of his soul. pure bliss.

“anywhere with you,” alec finally replied with a smile, a little smug.

strokes of amber light filled magnus’ cheekbones, painting all the way above his brow. he pressed forward for a kiss and god, catching those lips was like the horizon catching the sun. alec felt gilded with gold, light singing through his bones, as he moved his mouth against magnus’, soft and slow. he shuddered a sigh, the scrape of magnus’ goatee making the experience nothing less than holy.