anonymous asked:

which would u say is the biggest ship of ur life as of rn?


i mean

let me see


it’s just


I’ve just never seen two characters who were so openly fond and gentle with one another, who have this quiet intimacy that just settles in the atmosphere, always lingering in one another’s orbit. Torn apart time and again but still gravitating towards each other. Like, even if for some reason they did each get another character as a romantic interest, I’m way past the point of ever believing they’d love anyone else more than each other lmao. Literally nothing could convince me of that based on what we’ve seen in canon. Their relationship was also by far the most well developed and fleshed out in my opinion. 

CAN YOU GUYS IMAGINE THO jace comes to the kitchen for breakfast and magnus and Alec are already sitting there taking jace looks at Alec like “dude how are you here already it’s barely 7 and you’re still wearing the same clothes from last- ooooh”

Alec blushes so bad that he has to hide his face in his coffee mug and magnus is just looking so proud while jace kind of had a mini freak out that his big brother finally got laid. He like, slaps Alec on the back.

“Good on you man”
And Alec almost dies choking in his drink

A Kiss to the Palm

Hannah’s eyes slid closed, and she leaned into the touch with undisguised pleasure. Her face was a little too warm under Barbara’s palm, and heated further when Barbara’s thumb smoothed over the tiny brown freckles dusting her cheeks and scoop of her nose. She was beautiful in the warmest, most touchable way. If she were a book Barbara knew the lines by heart, every dog-eared page.

Hazel eyes opened again and Hannah’s hand came up to cradle the one on her cheek. Her gaze pinned Barbara in place as the other girl’s lips brushed over her palm, and all Barbara could manage was a stuttered inhale. Hannah’s other hand slid up the back of her leg, settling behind her knee with promise. Heat settled in Barbara’s chest, as if all the oxygen in her lungs ignited.

“H-hey.” Her free hand curled into a fist against her chest, as if she could catch her heart before it fluttered giddly away.

Hannah smiled, too wicked to be truly playful. “Hey.”

Written by Pageoflore, illustrated by me.