Y'all just ever project big parts of your sense of self worth onto a form of media or a character or a pairing and not realize it until you see someone shitting on it and your head tells you “everyone is allowed to have their own opinion!” but your heart feels almost the same as if they had been talking about you directly and you’re just like “Yikes”
there was something pulling that night, tugging at magnus the minute they caught each other’s eyes. there was something burning underneath the pulse of the club. it echoed between shifting bodies and it tasted like oh hello, you’re new. who are you?