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UPDATE:
*hualian having a fancy dinner*
hc: waiter, the bill!
xl: but san lang, it’s your birthday! :(
hc: but, gege—
xl: san lang—
hx, the done waiter: fuck you both, i’m paying.
hx: *swipes fafa’s wallet off the table*
*Person A and Person B having dinner at a restaurant*
Person A: I'm paying.
Person B: The hell you are.
Person A: You paid last time! So I'm paying now.
Person B: It's your birthday, dumbass!!! I'm paying.
Waiter (probably a friend of A and B): Fuck you both. I'M PAYING.
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I can't believe fanfiction is free. I need to pay for water, I need to pay for food, I need to pay for energy, I need to pay for LIVING. But I can read a couple of millions and thousands of stories about my favorite characters FOR FREE?
And of course that all couldn't been done without fanfiction writers. You guys are amazing! :')
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There are two kinds of fic writers:
1. Fuck it, it’s fiction
2. Let me look up real estate listings, so I can plot out subway routes and schedules and see if this walk really is long enough for them to have this conversation.
Guess which kind I am.
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SHADOWHUNTERS + text posts 6/∞ | Malec Edition
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Yes, yes, and YES.
I’m reading this queer anthology and the first story is a fairytale about a queer Latina girl whose anger was so fierce it literally poisoned the rich white men who unfairly captured the transgender soldier she was in love with and my heart is literally bursting I’m going to cry
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The ultimate power move in a vampire/fairy rivalry would be the fairy inviting the vampire over for tea. The vampire has natural dominion over anyone who invites them into their home, the fairy has natural dominion over anyone who violates the laws of hospitality, and neither can refuse the appointment without showing weakness, so it’d just be a constant headgame of the vampire trying to manoueuvre the fairy into a position where the obligations of hospitality allow the vampire to eat them, and the fairy trying to trick the vampire into doing something that would allow the fairy to declare them a poor guest.
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Making a father’s day post about tsc characters is a little difficult considering most of them are assholes. But shout out to the following men who are amazing exceptions.
Alec lightwood-Bane
Magnus Lightwood-Bane
Jem Carstairs
Gabriel Lightwood
Will Herondale
Honourable mention to Robert Lightwood - because apologising for your mistakes, redeeming yourself and trying to do better is an important part of being a parent (and a person).
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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - ALEC & RAFE
“All good?” Alec knocked on the door.
He sounded calm - but only because he tried his best not to sound as excited as felt. He had been waiting for this day for quite a long time and he couldn’t believe it was all happening.
There was no response from the other side so Alec knocked again. No response. Maybe Rafe had overslept. Alec did notice that the light in the room hadn’t gone out till early morning.
“Alright, I am coming in,” Alec said and gently pushed the door open.
He saw his son sitting on the bed, still in his purple pyjamas, hugging his knees to his chest. He kept his eyes to the floor and avoided Alec’s worried gaze. Alec didn’t know what was wrong but he wished Magnus was here - he would know how to deal with this.
His way of dealing with it would of course to make an ill timed joke. Maybe Alec should try that.
“I know your bapa taught you that being fashionably late is cool,” Alec said with a grin. “But you can’t be late to your own rune ceremony, buddy.”
Rafe looked up with an incredulous look on his face, he seemed a little exasperated. Alright maybe Alec wasn’t the funny dad. So he tried to use his own tactics.
He knelt down in front his son and scanned Rafe’s face. “I know it is a little scary to get your first rune, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you think, I promise. You are a shadowhunter. You will get used to it.”
Rafe looked away.
“What if I didn’t want to be a shadowhunter?”
Something in Alec’s heart stopped or broke or burst into a million pieces. He wasn’t sure and it didn’t matter. He wasn’t concerned by the heart inside his body. He was concerned about the little heart in front of him.
“Rafael,” Alec said softly. “What’s wrong?”
The boy took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I am not just any shadowhunter, am I?”
Alec cocked his head in confusion.
“I am not just any shadowhunter,” Rafael repeated. “I am a Lightwood.”
Alec couldn’t help but smile a little at that and put his hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “Yes. Yes, you are. You’re a Lightwood.”
Rafael pushed it away. “But I am not, aren’t I?”
“What do you mean?” Alec asked, genuinely confused.
“I am both a Lightwood and I am not,” Rafael explained frustratedly.
“Rafe, wha-”
“I am the son of the Consul, a hero of the Dark War and the founder of the Shadowhunter Downworlder Alliance,” Rafael said as if he was reciting a practiced speech.
Alec would have blushed in any other situation but right now he was only worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Rafe shook his head. “You did everything right and I…I am just worried that I won’t.”
“Rafael,” Alec sighed. “You are not me. You don’t have to do what I did or do.”
“But it isn’t just about you,” Rafael bit his lip. “It’s all of you. Every single one. Aunt Izzy is one of the best fighters in the world. Abuelo was the freaking inquisitor and Uncle Jace…Well, he is Uncle Jace.”
Alec didn’t know what to do. In this head, he heard Magnus’s voice when he spoke to Max when their blueberry got too stressed during their magic lessons.
“Smell the flowers and blow the candles,” Magnus would tell their son.
Alec took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.
“Do you want me to tell you that you are going to be great just like all of us?” Alec asked, even though he knew the answer.
“No, I don’t want you do that,” Rafael said stubbornly. “Because I know I won’t be.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because I am not a Lightwood, dad,” Rafael almost shouted. “Not really. I am just..I am just some boy you found in the streets. So whatever genes that make you the rest of you amazing and awesome and cool and perfect - it’s not gonna work for me.”
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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - ALEC & RAFE
“All good?” Alec knocked on the door.
He sounded calm - but only because he tried his best not to sound as excited as felt. He had been waiting for this day for quite a long time and he couldn’t believe it was all happening.
There was no response from the other side so Alec knocked again. No response. Maybe Rafe had overslept. Alec did notice that the light in the room hadn’t gone out till early morning.
“Alright, I am coming in,” Alec said and gently pushed the door open.
He saw his son sitting on the bed, still in his purple pyjamas, hugging his knees to his chest. He kept his eyes to the floor and avoided Alec’s worried gaze. Alec didn’t know what was wrong but he wished Magnus was here - he would know how to deal with this.
His way of dealing with it would of course to make an ill timed joke. Maybe Alec should try that.
“I know your bapa taught you that being fashionably late is cool,” Alec said with a grin. “But you can’t be late to your own rune ceremony, buddy.”
Rafe looked up with an incredulous look on his face, he seemed a little exasperated. Alright maybe Alec wasn’t the funny dad. So he tried to use his own tactics.
He knelt down in front his son and scanned Rafe’s face. “I know it is a little scary to get your first rune, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you think, I promise. You are a shadowhunter. You will get used to it.”
Rafe looked away.
“What if I didn’t want to be a shadowhunter?”
Something in Alec’s heart stopped or broke or burst into a million pieces. He wasn’t sure and it didn’t matter. He wasn’t concerned by the heart inside his body. He was concerned about the little heart in front of him.
“Rafael,” Alec said softly. “What’s wrong?”
The boy took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I am not just any shadowhunter, am I?”
Alec cocked his head in confusion.
“I am not just any shadowhunter,” Rafael repeated. “I am a Lightwood.”
Alec couldn’t help but smile a little at that and put his hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “Yes. Yes, you are. You’re a Lightwood.”
Rafael pushed it away. “But I am not, aren’t I?”
“What do you mean?” Alec asked, genuinely confused.
“I am both a Lightwood and I am not,” Rafael explained frustratedly.
“Rafe, wha-”
“I am the son of the Consul, a hero of the Dark War and the founder of the Shadowhunter Downworlder Alliance,” Rafael said as if he was reciting a practiced speech.
Alec would have blushed in any other situation but right now he was only worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Rafe shook his head. “You did everything right and I…I am just worried that I won’t.”
“Rafael,” Alec sighed. “You are not me. You don’t have to do what I did or do.”
“But it isn’t just about you,” Rafael bit his lip. “It’s all of you. Every single one. Aunt Izzy is one of the best fighters in the world. Abuelo was the freaking inquisitor and Uncle Jace…Well, he is Uncle Jace.”
Alec didn’t know what to do. In this head, he heard Magnus’s voice when he spoke to Max when their blueberry got too stressed during their magic lessons.
“Smell the flowers and blow the candles,” Magnus would tell their son.
Alec took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.
“Do you want me to tell you that you are going to be great just like all of us?” Alec asked, even though he knew the answer.
“No, I don’t want you do that,” Rafael said stubbornly. “Because I know I won’t be.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because I am not a Lightwood, dad,” Rafael almost shouted. “Not really. I am just..I am just some boy you found in the streets. So whatever genes that make you the rest of you amazing and awesome and cool and perfect - it’s not gonna work for me.”
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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - ALEC & RAFE
“All good?” Alec knocked on the door.
He sounded calm - but only because he tried his best not to sound as excited as felt. He had been waiting for this day for quite a long time and he couldn’t believe it was all happening.
There was no response from the other side so Alec knocked again. No response. Maybe Rafe had overslept. Alec did notice that the light in the room hadn’t gone out till early morning.
“Alright, I am coming in,” Alec said and gently pushed the door open.
He saw his son sitting on the bed, still in his purple pyjamas, hugging his knees to his chest. He kept his eyes to the floor and avoided Alec’s worried gaze. Alec didn’t know what was wrong but he wished Magnus was here - he would know how to deal with this.
His way of dealing with it would of course to make an ill timed joke. Maybe Alec should try that.
“I know your bapa taught you that being fashionably late is cool,” Alec said with a grin. “But you can’t be late to your own rune ceremony, buddy.”
Rafe looked up with an incredulous look on his face, he seemed a little exasperated. Alright maybe Alec wasn’t the funny dad. So he tried to use his own tactics.
He knelt down in front his son and scanned Rafe’s face. “I know it is a little scary to get your first rune, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you think, I promise. You are a shadowhunter. You will get used to it.”
Rafe looked away.
“What if I didn’t want to be a shadowhunter?”
Something in Alec’s heart stopped or broke or burst into a million pieces. He wasn’t sure and it didn’t matter. He wasn’t concerned by the heart inside his body. He was concerned about the little heart in front of him.
“Rafael,” Alec said softly. “What’s wrong?”
The boy took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I am not just any shadowhunter, am I?”
Alec cocked his head in confusion.
“I am not just any shadowhunter,” Rafael repeated. “I am a Lightwood.”
Alec couldn’t help but smile a little at that and put his hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “Yes. Yes, you are. You’re a Lightwood.”
Rafael pushed it away. “But I am not, aren’t I?”
“What do you mean?” Alec asked, genuinely confused.
“I am both a Lightwood and I am not,” Rafael explained frustratedly.
“Rafe, wha-”
“I am the son of the Consul, a hero of the Dark War and the founder of the Shadowhunter Downworlder Alliance,” Rafael said as if he was reciting a practiced speech.
Alec would have blushed in any other situation but right now he was only worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Rafe shook his head. “You did everything right and I…I am just worried that I won’t.”
“Rafael,” Alec sighed. “You are not me. You don’t have to do what I did or do.”
“But it isn’t just about you,” Rafael bit his lip. “It’s all of you. Every single one. Aunt Izzy is one of the best fighters in the world. Abuelo was the freaking inquisitor and Uncle Jace…Well, he is Uncle Jace.”
Alec didn’t know what to do. In this head, he heard Magnus’s voice when he spoke to Max when their blueberry got too stressed during their magic lessons.
“Smell the flowers and blow the candles,” Magnus would tell their son.
Alec took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.
“Do you want me to tell you that you are going to be great just like all of us?” Alec asked, even though he knew the answer.
“No, I don’t want you do that,” Rafael said stubbornly. “Because I know I won’t be.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because I am not a Lightwood, dad,” Rafael almost shouted. “Not really. I am just..I am just some boy you found in the streets. So whatever genes that make you the rest of you amazing and awesome and cool and perfect - it’s not gonna work for me.”
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No matter who or how popular you are, posting about palestine and spreading the truth always matters, we’re all part of a huge social media storm.
#SAVESHEIKHJARRAH
#SAVESILWAN
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No matter who or how popular you are, posting about palestine and spreading the truth always matters, we’re all part of a huge social media storm.
#SAVESHEIKHJARRAH
#SAVESILWAN
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No matter who or how popular you are, posting about palestine and spreading the truth always matters, we’re all part of a huge social media storm.
#SAVESHEIKHJARRAH
#SAVESILWAN
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go ahead, make me cry. i’ll thank you.
THANK YOU
😭
malec | a thousand years
an amv for the 4 ppl who care abt this show in 2021
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