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tsc x pride month moodboards —

⟡ woolsey scott

[Woolsey] carried a pipe in his left hand, and as he examined Will at his leisure, he exhaled, sending out a cloud of sweet-smelling, cough-inducing smoke.

“Finally broken down and admitted you’re in love with me, have you?” he inquired of Will.

“I do enjoy these surprise midnight declarations.” He leaned against the door frame and waved a languid ringed hand. “Go along, have at it.”

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No pressure I’ll be okay but money is gonna be pretty tight for me until my next payday because my savings are running out so if you wanna help me a little with buying ramen and whatnot here’s a link to my ko-fi:

Infinite thanks in advance and if you can’t give don’t feel pressured to.

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'Love this too'

An anthology of queer poetry

[Image ID/ Two watercolor illustrations. First image is reminiscent of The Lovers card from a deck of tarot. It shows two seemingly naked faceless figures on a mound with some grass and the sky and lake behind them bears the colours of the lesbian pride flag. One of them is offering an apple to the other. The title reads 'Love this too - an anthology by Hritvika Lakhera'. Second image is reminiscent of the Devil card from a deck of tarot. Two naked faceless figures on the foreground are wearing chains and collars that bind them to each other. A ram head with glowing yellow eyes is above them in the shadows. /end ID]

I've been working on this anthology a while and self-publishing has been quite a journey. I wanted to have a consolidated volume with poems I've written about love, how it appears in the most mundane ways and how much I treasure it in all those ways. This isn't going to be poetry about romance, though there's a few of those as well. It's more than anything about how I've never taken queer love - platonic or otherwise - for granted a day in my life after I've had the chance to open myself to it.

You can get it on ko-fi where it's lower priced and also has an extra page: Love this too ko-fi

Payments from outside India will only happen through PayPal there!

If you don't have PayPal it is also available on kindle at Amazon - US , UK , India , Canada , Australia , Germany , France , Spain , Italy , Netherlands , Japan , Brazil , Mexico

There was probably a more compact way of doing that, sorry I've never done this beforeee

This is such a personal project but I'm happy that it's out there and I hope you'll all like it! If possible please get it through ko-fi, I think people in India should be able to pay through gpay for that too, or through PayPal. Leave a review!

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Hello may I interest you in a queerplatonic interpretation of your blorbos

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Gray family

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no thoughts just magnus bane saying that “the lightwoods were a likable yet mostly forgettable bunch—but none of them had touched his heart the way will herondale or henry branwell or clary fairchild had. until the lightwood that had become unforgettable—the lightwood that had not just touched his heart but taken it.” and i-

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Mister Fahrenheit.

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“I’m burnin’ through the sky, yeah

Two hundred degrees

That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit.”

- Don’t stop me now.

Queen

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It was sheer luck that Magnus heard the doorbell over the deafening den of the party.

To be quite honest, he didn’t really have a reason to throw a party all of a sudden but with the news of everything happening in the world, the Mundane illness and the rumors of rogue vigilante Shadowhunters, he felt that he needed a little pick me up. Everybody needed a pick me up during these times. A little escape from the grimness of the real world. And when the word got out, swarms of Downworlders had come, each with lines of frustration, fear and uncertainty etched on to their faces; lines that disappeared once two shots of fairy gin went down and the upbeat rock music brought the now loosened limbs to the dance floor. And the influx of the guests did not cease. They kept coming in packs and twos and individually; vamps, werewolves, fairies, a couple of warlocks and one or two disgruntled mundanes who had been swept in with the crowd.

Magnus opened the door for the hundredth time that night, expecting another random face he remembered from some rave or another but couldn’t quite place, and stopped mid motion, the face staring up at him bringing back a flood of emotions and memories.

“Hello dah-ling!” The man with the mustache smiled, a quick, self-conscious flash of teeth that disappeared as soon as it came.

“Freddie,” Magnus breathed. “Freddie fucking Mercury. It has been so long.”

The man nodded but flinched visibly when the loud song playing in the party came to a louder end, enabling cheers from the throng of drunk downworlders inside.

“Come on in,” Magnus pulled him in by the hand and absent mindedly noticed how it felt a little different, a little thinner, perhaps?

“It sure is loud in here!” Magnus could faintly hear Freddie yelling as he dragged him through the throbbing crowd of swaying bodies, towards the bar in the corner of the room.

“It’s to drown the wailing of the damned.” Magnus grinned as they reached the bar and grabbed a couple of seats for them. The bartender, a fairy with shiny silver hair and striking lilac eyes (no whites at all) winked at Magnus before pouring both of them some dangerously shiny and equally slimy fairy drink that Magnus had no intentions of drinking. He left the drink alone and turned his full attention on the mundane in front of him, staring at the shiny green drink as if it had done him some personal wrong.

“What brings you here, Freddie?” Magnus smiled, laying a hand on his arm. “Surely the news of my little rave didn’t reach you all the way across the pond in England!”

“I was actually in the area,” Freddie replied, a faraway look in his eyes. “I wanted to see you. To talk to you about something. Didn’t expect to walk into a fucking rave at one A.M on a Wednesday night.”

There was a certain bitterness to his voice that made Magnus snap into sharp attention. It wasn’t ordinary for Freddie to be bitter. Sarcastic, yes. A little biting? Sure. But bitter? That was something entirely new for Freddie Mercury.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Magnus asked gently, in the tone of a man trying to sooth a child. Freddie seemed to notice the change as a line on his forehead disappeared as he turned around to look Magnus in the eye.

“FREDDIE MERCURY?”

The Mundie was so loud his voice was almost heard over the sound of the amplified music. In any case it was loud enough to draw the attention of the crowd nearby. They descended on the celebrity like a bunch of starved paparazzi, asking for autographs, touching his jacket sleeve, (fairies. No consideration for personal space.) clamoring for a song and just generally yelling to get his attention.

Freddie looked half dead as he stared at Magnus for one long moment, but as he turned back to face the crowd of fans his countenance underwent a complete change. His eyes lit up with an energy that was hard to fake and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a smirk that dripped confidence.

It was like watching someone cast a glamor over themselves. A mask being pulled over the true visage. A curtain of bright happiness closing over a tragedy on stage.

Freddie stood up and beamed, talking to some people and signing things for others. Voices yelled and begged for a song. The dance floor gradually emptied as everyone gravitated towards the attraction of the night. Magnus felt the first light grasps of an oncoming headache.

“Freddie, give us a song!”

“Mr. Mercury can you sign my T shirt?”

“Sing something!”

“Freddie!”

“Freddie Mercury!”

“Freddie!”

The young performer turned to Magnus and nodded. It was all the initiative he needed to wave his bejeweled hand in a sweeping motion. He watched with disinterest as the familiar blue sparks flew and a grand piano appeared on an elevated stage in the middle of the dance floor. Freddie made his way to the beauty with a light spring in his step and ran a teasing hand over the keyboard before settling down. He hesitated for a moment before his fingers started the complicated dance across the keyboard, and a familiar tune filled the air.

“Tonight I’m gonna have myself, a real good time…” The hauntingly beautiful voice rang out and the bodies all around Magnus started swaying to the rhythm, almost as if an enchantment had been casted over all of them. Then again Magnus supposed Freddie’s voice was a magic of its own kind.

The tune picked up the pace and Magnus watched in fascination as Freddie’s long skillful fingers waltzed across the piano keys, the movement every bit as feverish as the gleam in his eyes. Magnus knew something was wrong. He felt it in his bones as he watched the young man perform, effortlessly exuding waves of uncontained enthusiasm that seemed to make the very air around him drunk. When Magnus let his body move to the rhythm it was like setting a bird free. His heart beat in his throat as his body found an output to all the frustration, pent up feelings and foreboding he had felt in the past weeks.

So he danced, hips swaying to the rhythm as he just let go. He had acquired an eager partner from the crowd though he had no idea how she came to be in his arms. Yet it was relieving. To be in the arms of a stranger, without a care in the world about what has happened or might happen. For that infinite moment, Magnus was Mr. Fahrenheit, with all the reckless abandon of a shooting star and the chaotic energy of a racing car passing by.

When the song came to its soothing end, made even softer by Freddie’s pensive voice, Magnus felt tears prick at his eyes. He did not know why, but everyone in the room seemed to be frozen in place, as if a prophet had revealed a dark and lovely Truth that left them entranced.

Freddie got up and bowed. The room erupted in cheers. But Freddie payed no mind as he made his direct way to Magnus and grabbed his hand.

“Come with me,” He said and dragged the dazed warlock towards the bedroom. His feverish eyes shone with a desperation that Magnus had seen before countless times on many faces.

It was a drowning man’s last cry for help.

Realization dawned on Magnus with the brutal force of a thousand meteors. Even as he was pulled into the room and the door closed behind them, he knew what Freddie was going to say.

“I’ve got it. The sickness. AIDS.” The blow was no less gentle after all the time Magnus had heard those words. “But you can make it better right, Magnus?” That was always the hardest. He couldn’t. He couldn’t make it better. The Angel knows he had tried. But there was a limit to what he could do in healing magic. Even Catarina, who was adept at healing had not figured out way to cure this demented illness. It was akin to a curse in its cruelty. And no man or warlock alive could make it better.

“Magnus?” The man pleaded, his eyes big and luminous on his face. “Please you have to!”

Magnus sat down on his bed, helpless, sad and bitter. It wasn’t fair. He had helplessly watched innocent men and women die and he had to watch yet another friend succumb to that terrible, wasting disease.

“Freddie, I’m sorry…” He spoke softly, as one would do when they take away a man’s last hope at life. “I cannot cure you. It is beyond my abilities.”

He watched as Hope drained out of Freddie’s face, leaving a trail of anger, desperation and frustration that finally turned into defeated acceptance. It was hard for Magnus to watch. Here was a man once so full of life he had brought stadiums full of people to their feet dancing with nothing but his voice. This was a man who had danced the night away with Magnus in countless parties, a man he had shared stories, sorrows and drunken kisses with. He was Freddie. And he was dying. But there was nothing Magnus could do.

So he did the only thing he could do; something so small and trivial in the face of what he wished he could do. He got up and walked over to the hunching man and engulfed him in a hug. As if on cue Freddie broke down in deep sobs that shook his frame and left him wheezing.

They stood there, the man and the warlock, in each other’s arms, buried deep in thoughts about how the other deserved so much better than what life gave them. And they stayed like that, in an embrace they both dreaded might be their last, for a long long time.

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@shinyun–jung oh wait, did I forget to mention the Freddie fic was angst?

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In a perfect world where the incestuous demon spawn little shit Sebastian didn’t kill my boy Raphael, Lilly Chen and Raphael Santiago might have to babysit the Lightwood Bane babies…

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“Oooohh someone’s getting laid tonight!”

Magnus blinks at the vampire leaning against the wall, a wide grin plastered across her face. When Alec said he would ask a friend to babysit the kids tonight, Lilly Chen was the last person Magnus thought he’d go for. But as the fates would have it, pretty much everyone else had been busy with their own plans tonight.

“About time I did,” The warlock retorts right back and smirks at Lilly who throws her head back in laughter. “who knew having kids would constantlyget in the way of me getting some.”

“I can’t believe the twelve year old actually married you.” Another voice speaks up from the couch and Magnus shakes his head before turning to Raphael Santiago, curled up on the sofa with another one of his insufferable smirks gracing his otherwise innocent face.

“Alec is not twelve years old, he hasn’t been twelve for quite sometimes now.”

“Oh I forgot.” Raphael shakes his head as Lily walks over to join him on the couch. “Sad how he wasn’t able to make an impression on me since he was twelve. Lack of personality, I suppose. Explains why he married you.”

“Raphael!” Lily feigns incredulity but Magnus can see the smile in her eyes. “Be nice!”

“Yes Raphael, be nice!” Magnus adds in the most patronizing tone he can summon up just as Alec shuffles into the room behind Max and Rafe, each wearing their dino pajamas – Rafe in red and Max in blue.

“What did I do?” Rafe asks in his slightly accented English, puzzled by his papa’s words.

“Not you, Rafe.” Magnus quickly amends. “I was talking to Raphael here, he has the same name as you. Actually we named you after him.”

“As an insult to me.” Raphael mutters under his breath and Rafe gazes at the vampire skeptically. Max seems to pay no mind to the grumpy vampire as he barrels towards Lilly with all the enthusiasm only a four year old is capable of mustering up.

“Auntie Lily!” He shrieks before hugging her legs, prompting the vampire to lean down and gather the baby warlock in her arms.

“Hello Blueberry, have you been a good boy?”

“Yes auntie Lily,” Max nods gravely. “A very good boy, haven’t I daddy?”

Alec smiles and nods before they both move to kiss the kids, goodbye. Alec gives instruction to the two vampires but neither of them seem to pay any attention to what he was saying, Lily too busy tickling Max and Raphael decidedly ignoring Alec out of sheer pettiness. Alec sighs at the scene before him before nodding at Magnus, who rewards him with a sympathetic smile before snapping his fingers and opening a portal, which manages to grab the attention of the babysitting crew.

“Take care of the kids, guys. I don’t want to come back home to a crisis.” Magnus warns before taking Alec’s hand and leaning close to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry, they won’t set the loft ablaze. Fire is deadly to vampires.”

Alec shakes his head with a resigned smile and steps through the portal, his hand interlocked with his husband’s.

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“Your dad is the Consul of the clave, your papa is the High warlock of Brooklyn, and you still don’t have a dinosaur?”  Lily demands in mock incredulity from her seat on the floor. “Unacceptable!”

Max nods with a look of woe in his blue eyes as if he already had a clear idea of how powerful his parents were. And yet how they did not seem to want to get him a dinosaur. Or a sister for that matter.

“I’m sure Magnus has good reason for not getting you a dinosaur,” Raphael walks over to the trio on the floor from the kitchen where he had been making snacks for the young Lightwood Banes. He had complained all the while saying how he was the head of the New York vampire clan and was above such menial tasks but as he joined Lily and the kids, a plate in his hand held two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. “Like where is he going to sleep if your papa gets you a dinosaur?”

Max considers this for a moment, his eyes focused on the sandwich in his hand and his forehead creased in concentration.

“He can sleep with me in my bed! Papa can make it bigger for both of us.”

“But when your dino grows bigger?” Raphael questions with the severity one would expect from him at a Downworld Cabinet meeting. “We have to think of all this before we get you a pet dinosaur.”

“Max can sleep in my bed.” Rafe offers with a mouthful of bread. “The dino can stay in Max’s room when he gets bigger.” He pauses for a moment and looks Raphael straight in the eye. “Or papa can make a room for him especially, like he did for me. We can give it a window with pretty color glass.”

“Ok, fair enough.” Raphael shrugs and Lilly nods. “I think I should have a talk with Magnus about this pressing matter, you know, as the Head of the NY vampire clan to the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

Max squeals in delight and tackles the vampire in a bear hug. “Thank you, uncle Raphael! I promise you can come with me to take him on walks to the park! we can go at night with daddy so the sun won’t bother you!”

“I’d really rather not hangout with your dad, child. The image of him at twelve still haunts me, I don’t want to get to know him any better than I absolutely have to.”

“Oh shush, Alec is great!” Lily swats him on the shoulder with a little teasing smile. “Isn’t he the best, Rafe?”

“He’s ok,” The child retorts nonchalantly and takes a bite out of his snack. “Papa is still cooler.”

“But Rafe!” Little Max objects strongly. “Daddy is a shadowhunter! Shadowhunters are so cool!” He turns to the vampires watching the exchange and declares, “I’m going to be a shadowhunter when I grow up!”

That steals the attention of both Lily and Raphael and they exchange a look between them. Little Max misses it completely but Rafe, ever the careful observer, does not.

“My brother is going to be the best shadowhunter ever.” He says with conviction and a look that challenges the two adults to contradict him. “Papa and daddy said we can be whatever we want, so Max is going to be better than Uncle Jace and daddy. Aren’t you Max?”

Max nods gravely but a yawn disturbs him before he can say anything in addition.

“Ok, time for bed you two shadowhunters in the making.” Lilly says and stands up. “C’mon let’s get you two tucked in.”

“Uncle Raphael?” Rafe speaks up hesitantly, rising from his seat on the floor. “Can you read us a bedtime story?

“No,” The vampire turns the child down but in turn gets an elbow in the ribs from Lilly who’s carrying the little blue warlock, already half asleep in her arms. “I mean yes, but only one.”

Rafe smiles and takes Raphael’s hand in his, leading them to his room.

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Magnus’s phone vibrates in his pocket, alerting him to a text received.

“Who is it?” Alec pouts as Magnus checks the sender of the text. “You promised no phones, no work, no distractions!”

“It’s not work, It’s Lily.”

“By the Angel, are the kids ok? Did they set the house on fire? Did Max float himself out of the window again?”

“Nothing like that Alexander,” Magnus smiles fondly at the screen before handing Alec the phone. “It’s a photo.”

‘The kids got him to read six bedtime stories, boss fell asleep halfway through the seventh.’

The picture had captured Raphael, Max and Rafe, all three of them squeezed into Rafe’s small bed, sleeping peacefully. Both kids cuddled up to the vampire from either side.

Alec smiles down at the oddly sweet sight he never thought he’d get to see and hands the phone back to Magnus.

“You should make that your lockscreen.” He suggests and Magnus smiles at him from across the table.

“Yeah. Maybe I will.”

This is just wish fulfillment for @moonlight-lyrics and me. Hope you like it darling.

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Memento Mori

Alexander Lightwood Bane is 42 years old when Magnus notices it while laying in bed one Sunday morning. Something that makes his heart skip a beat and make him feel as if his chest is caving in. A single grey hair, right above Alec’s ear, almost unnoticeable unless you were looking extremely carefully. Magnus swallows hard and snaps his fingers. Blue sparks fly and Alec no longer has a grey hair.

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Max Lightwood Bane aged like a Mortal until he was 25 years of age. Magnus remembers standing next to Alexander on Max’s 25th birthday dinner, a quite and intimate affair with only the four of them in attendance. He remembers swallowing hard and trying not to panic when he realizes that they all look older than him now. The four of them look like a mismatched bunch of siblings. He tries to shake off the feeling of impending doom and smiles at his sons before squeezing his husband’s hand.

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Rafael Lightwood Bane is 28 when he becomes a father. Magnus remembers him holding a little pink bundle close to his heart, with adoration and awe written all over his face. And not even a hint of fear. But Magnus remembers how scared he was about adopting Max. And then Rafael. He feels immensely proud of what these boys have become. He feels relived that him and Alexander were good fathers and now grandfathers. But with a jolt he realizes he will never look like someone’s grandfather.

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Alexander Lightwood is 65 years old when one night he collapses on to a sofa, clutching his side. Magnus feels his breath hitching as he drops the book in his hand and rushes to his husband. But guilty relief washes over him when Alec look at him with tears eyes and whisper a heartbroken “Jace”. Magnus feels tears pricking at his eyes, but somewhere in his heart of hearts, he’s glad. He’s glad it isn’t Alexander.

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Magnus Bane is 468 years old when Max and Rafael come barging into their, no, his, he has to remind himself, his room. He can barely make out Max’s face in the dark as he kneels by the bed and gently takes Magnus’s hand in his dark blue one. Rafael, ever the straightforward Shadowhunter, goes directly to the windows and opens the curtains, blinding Magnus with cruel sunlight and giving his sons a better look at the room that’s covered with dust and bottles of liquor. ”Don’t do this to yourself, papa.” They say. ”It’s been 18 years! You have to come out sooner or later! You can’t do this forever!”

”Oh But I can!” Magnus scares himself and his children with how broken and detached he sounds. ”I can do this forever, can’t I? I will be like this for the rest of my life. And the rest of life,” A dry humorless chuckle escapes his lips. ”will stretch forever.” He yanks his hand away from Max’s hand and glares at the open windows. ”Leave now.” His words are stuck somewhere between a plea and a command. ”And close those goddamn curtains before you go.”

[] Memento Mori - Remember Death []

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Sorry baby but you know I'm right 😂

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I saw a man so beautiful today I started crying

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Downworld when shadowhunters: 🤬🤬🤬

Shadowhunters when downworlders (and when Shadowhunters are close to some:🤬🤬🤬

Alec:exists

The whole shadow world: our consul! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻😤😤😤

OKAY BUT HOLD ON.

Shadowhunters are usually meh about downworlders but they all love Magnus.

Downworlders are ugh about shadowhunters but they love Alec.

once again - NO ONE ELSE CAN DO IT LIKE MALEC.

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Desi Malec be like: Blue eyes hypnotise teri kardi hai menu-

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So I started reading All Your Perfects by Colleen Hoover and this line-

In our defense, it’s hard to admit that a marriage might be over when the love is still there. People are led to believe that a marriage ends only when the love has been lost. When anger replaces happiness. When contempt replaces bliss. But Graham and I aren’t angry at each other. We’re just not the same people we used to be.

Sometimes when people change, it’s not always noticeable in a marriage, because the couple changes together, in the same direction. But sometimes people change in opposite directions.

this reminded me of divorce au malec :((

also this too

When Graham bought it, he said the jeweler told him the wedding ring is a symbol for eternal love. An endless loop. The beginning becomes the middle and there’s never supposed to be an end. But nowhere in that jeweler’s explanation did he say the ring symbolizes eternal happiness. Just eternal love. The problem is, love and happiness are not concordant. One can exist without the other

I am just a big ball of sadness at this point

OH OH AND AND AND KEEP THIS

This song sort of reminded me lbaf part 3 but in particular mavid for some reason idk i liked it

THIS.

THIS IS IT.

This perfectly captures many of Magnus' feelings in the divorce au.

It's perfect. I'll try to read this book if I can. Thanks, Evie.

You can keep this.

"Sometimes...Sometimes Alec loves me so much that I forget I have to do it myself too."

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A letter to Magnus...from Magnus

Dear Magnus,

This is Magnus.

Stop screaming. It’s me. I mean, it’s you. You know what I mean.

I hope this message finds you well. Tessa helped me with the magic, so it should be solid. I’m writing to you from a different time. A  different place.

I want to tell so many things. About me - that is you. About the children of Raziel. About our own. (spoiler alert - ragnor is still alive and still annoying)

I wish I could tell you about how the future has changed drastically over the last few decades. But the world remains the same. Maybe it’s because we are immortal.

Hatred and cruelty still very much exist. Sorry for being a buzzkill. But I guess the good news it that love and goodness has somehow prevailed as well. For every Valentine, there is a Clarissa. For every Jonathan, there is a Jonathan (don’t even ask). For every Zara, there is an Emma.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that as much as there will be things for you to fight, there will be things worth fighting for too.

There is so much I want to say. But alas, unrealistic word counts are a burden twitter users and inter-time magic message senders must bear.  If I can’t tell you everything, then let me tell you this.

Paris 1937. Do you remember?

Of course you do. It hasn’t been that long for you, has it? Do you remember the fear that settled in your chest as Tessa wept on your shoulders?

I remember wondering if I would ever find a love so beautiful and big that losing it would endanger my immortal heart. I remember wondering if someone would ever love me that way - unapologetically and unstoppably. I remember wondering what I must do to deserve that kind of love.

Magnus…

That love will find you. You will find a love so overwhelming that it will not only change your life, but will change the course of history.

You don’t have to do anything to deserve this love. You will be loved for all that you are - cat eyes and demon blood and all.

The great love of your life once told you that you couldn’t have saved anyone if you hadn’t saved yourself. Remember that. Save yourself.

Your love will find you.

Until then, fight without fear and love without boundaries.

May your wandering heart find it’s home soon. Magnus Bane Husband, Father & High Warlock of Brooklyn

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Happy Birthday Magnus!! 💙

Always thinking he’s not good enough when he is everything and much more for so many people. The most powerful warlock out here and let’s not forget that he uses is magic only for the good. How many people would be lost or dead without him? Had to witness the suicide of his mother and almost got killed by his father because of his eyes and what they meant, and still he grew up to be and amazing person a great father. Got his heart broken too many times, and still loves his husband so completely. Got turned down by shadowhunters, and still decided to trust them once more and found a family in them. Always trying to save everybody even when they don’t deserve it. Just an ispiration for so many people.

Thank you Magnus, i wish you the best forever ♡

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGNUS!!🥺💙🥺💙🥺💙🥺

“WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?”

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