will x helen

*Me sobbing* “Look at them!! They are wives!! too beautiful, too pure for this world (yess, they are the cinnamonnrolls of the shadowhunters )” 

I just love them so much,, they were one of my favorite parts of TMI,, and they are married, bless


“Something I did which I thought was fun, was have Maia and her girlfriend, Amy, share the jacket. So you see one wearing it earlier in the episode and then the other wearing it later in the episode. I thought it would be a nice, realistic touch that two people of the same sex who are similar size who are dating and living together would share clothing.” - Dan Lawson

LGBT+ characters from the Shadowhunters show/books

Aline Penhallow- Lesbian

Anna Lightwood- Lesbian + Genderqueer

Ollie- Lesbian, Bi, or Pan

Samantha- Lesbian, Bi, or Pan

Marcy- Lesbian, Bi, or Pan

Adrienne- Lesbian, Bi, or Pan

Imasu- Gay, Bi, or Pan

Axel- Gay, Bi, or Pan

Ty Blackthorn- Gay

Alec Lightwood- Gay

Woolsey Scott- Gay

Michael Wayland- Bisexual

Magnus Bane- Bisexual

Helen Blackthorn- Bisexual

Mark Blackthorn- Bisexual

Kieran Kingson/Hunter- Bisexual

Gwyn ap Nudd- Bisexual

Meliorn- Bisexual

The Seelie Queen- Bisexual

Most Faeries - Bisexual

Kit Herondale- Bi or Pan

Julian Blackthorn- Demisexual

Diana Wrayburn- Transgender (mtf)

Raphael Santiago- Asexual

Can we talk about the recurring use of water as coping mechanisms/way to block out the negatives/cover up dark things in eyewitness. Literally everything had to do with water; Lukas throwing the gun in the quarry, Gabe and Helen forgetting the world in the canoe, Bella hiding by the shore before she got taken home, Philip being afraid to swim/go canoeing, Sita’s suicide from the bridge, Kane hiding the evidence in reservoir, Philip using the tap water to calm himself down, where Lukas was shot/Philip had to save him, where Kane went when he kidnapped the boys/went to die, even the title sequence is over the water. This show used the extended metaphor of water washing away the sins of the past. It’s pretty extraordinary how much they’ve worked it into it the story.

kit and ty // one shot

Julian was absolutely exhausted, both emotionally and physically. The hour was late, and the whole institute appeared to be fast asleep, but Julian knew he wouldn’t rest until he was certain that all his siblings were safely tucked up in bed.

He passed Tavvy’s room first; a quick glance showed him Tavvy’s snoring form curled up in his blankets. Allowing a small smile, Julian continued along the corridor to Dru’s room. Dru was also asleep, although perhaps snoring slightly less than Tavvy. Julian closed her door as softly as he could, and tiptoed over to Ty’s door.

Checking on Ty had only recently become heart-achingly painful for the older brother, for most nights Ty couldn’t sleep and Julian often found him on the floor, crying as if his heart was being torn apart. He refused to let Julian help him- refused everyone’s help, as far as Julian knew- and he was prepared for another such event tonight.

Jules pushed open the door, but already the utter silence inside his younger brother’s room surprised him.

What surprised him even more was what he found inside.

Ty was asleep in his bed, which was a sight Julian had been beginning to doubt he would ever see again. Ty was twisted up in a tangle of blankets- but he was not alone.

In the bed with Ty, his arm loosely slung over the other boy, was Kit Herondale.

Jules stifled his gasp of shock, unable to tear his eyes off of the two boys. He had known Ty and Kit were good friends, but after what had befallen Livvy he hadn’t though that Ty would let anyone in to comfort him…

But whatever hurt Julian felt quickly faded as he watched Ty and Kit, their chests rising and falling in perfect harmony. Ty’s cold, shattered expression and Kit’s sarcastic, bitter smirk had been replaced by peaceful smiles, and it was such a sweet sight that Julian couldn’t help but smile, too.

“Goodnight,” Julian whispered, softly pulling the door shut. He passed Livvy’s room on his way upstairs, but for the first time in a long, long while, the sight of it did not wipe the smile from his face.

“Your brother’s happy, Livvy,” he said, running his hand along the wooden frame. “Ty’s happy.”

He blamed what he heard next on fatigue, and continued upstairs, but he couldn’t shake the notion that he’d just heard a small, tinkling laugh that was achingly familiar reply to him.