#lorenzo x catarina

[theprettygirlblog]

Crackships Bruna Marquezine & Daniel Sharman

[franciscopasquel]

RESULTADOS DE ONTEM Terça 23/04 – Atlético-MG Imparável e Grêmio vence #...

RESULTADOS DE ONTEM Terça 23/04 – Atlético-MG Imparável e Grêmio vence #futebol #resultadosdeontem

 Fala galera, tudo bem com vocês? Neste vídeo vou lhes contar tudo que aconteceu de mais importante nas partidas de ontem.

Já clica no like e vamos aos resultados.

 Nesta terça-feira pelo Campeonato Brasileiro da Série B tivemos o confronto entre:

Brusque x Mirassol (3-1)

Assim o time de Santa Catarina soma seus primeiros 3 pontos e termina esta rodada na liderança da Série B ao lado da Chapecoense.

 Pela Libertadores nesta terça-feira tivemos 6 jogos onde os brasileiros foram muito bem

Estudiantes x Grêmio (0-1)

A equipe gaúcha respira aliviada depois desta vitória fora de casa e soma seus primeiros 3 pts na competição.

Caracas x Rosário Central (1-1)

Atlético-MG x Peñarol (3-2)

O Atlético não foi brilhante mas foi efetivo e a dureza da equipe uruguaia abrilhanta ainda mais este resultado que mantem o galo com 100% de aproveitamento até agora e 9 pts na competição.

Liverpool-URU x San Lorenzo (1-0)

Colo-colo x Alianza Lima (0-0)

Junior Barranquilla x LDU (1-1)

 Já nesta terça-feira que passou também tivemos vários jogos pelas Sul-americana, vamos aos resultados:

Union La Calera-CHI x Cruzeiro (0-0)

O Cruzeiro soma seu terceiro empate em 3 jogos e começa a ver ameaçada a sua classificação para as oitavas.

Deportivo Garcilaso x Cuiabá (1-1)

O time peruano até fez um bom jogo mas o Cuiabá teve chances de fechar o jogo pelo tempo que teve mais um em campo, mas o empate acaba sendo um resultado positivo para a equipe cuiabana.

Sportivo Trinidense x Nacional Potosí (2-0)

Argentinos Juniors x Corinthians (1-0)

O Corinthians lutou mas a equipe argentina estava muito bem montada em campo e quando o timão perdeu Bicalho expulso ajudou a equipe argentina a administrar a vantagem.

Alianza Petrolera-COL x Universidad Católica (1-3)

 Já nesta terça-feira tivemos o confronto adiado da 29ª rodada na Premier League entre:

Arsenal x Chelsea (5-0)

Foi um chocolate com total destaque ao sistema montado por Arteta, que envolveu totalmente o Chelsea e não deu a menor chance para a equipe de Stanford Bridge. Agora o Arsenal se isola na ponta, mas nesta quarta ainda teremos o jogo do Liverpool e na quinta o do Manchester City e aqui vamos te contar como foi cada um deles.

 Já pela Copa da Itália nesta terça-feira tivemos a partida entre

Lazio 2-3 Juventus (0-2) (2-1)

Mas como o time de Turim tinha vencido o primeiro jogo em casa por 2 a 0, no agregado final acabou ficando com a vaga por 3 a 2.

Assim a Juve espera o vencedor do jogo de hoje entre Atalanta e Fiorentina para saber quem enfrentará no dia 15 de maio na grande final.

Então por hoje é isso pessoal, mas antes de terminar gostaria de convidar a se inscrever no canal, pois aqui temos vídeos diários te contando o que de melhor acontece no futebol brasileiro e mundial, muito obrigado por chegar até aqui e falouuuuuu.

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[butterfly-dusted-room]

I firmly fucking believe that the directors and writers of shadowhunters read the fucking fan fiction bc tbh alec being obsessed w the sandalwood shampoo and Catarina saying “Alec’s good with kids” LIKE TF DIDNT ALL OF THSI HAPPEN EXACTLY HOW WE WERE PLANNING??

[passable-talent]

*to the tune of the victorious intro* here i am, once again, feeling love for one mr. christensen once again

gif is by the lovely and talented @haydenchristensengifs​ , to whom as well as @haydens-moles​ i am dedicating this to. we’re all on the lorenzo train together babes.

im ignoring the entire plot after like. the twenty minute mark. it’s cool. we’re cool.

Lorenzo Di Lamberti x Male!Reader (Virgin Territory, 2007)

because i want nothing more than to ride through the italian countryside with him on him. look at him. he’s perfect.

tw: internalized homophobia. also theres lots of discussion of virginity and chastity and sex in here, though there’s no actual fucking. 

You felt horribly for the cities, so filled with their plagues and their sins. Not you. No, you had chosen the holy path, where you were going to work on the sin within yourself. 

The Sacred Sisters of the Bleeding Heart. You’d made your way there only a few months ago, when you had finally figured out the reason that you had never appreciated the women who’d tried to offer their hands to you. 

You had thought it was a sin, but Mother Superior said otherwise, and offered to guide you through your understanding of yourself. This is natural, she told you, just as natural as any other sin. You just need to understand the way in which to act on it.

You took her to mean that you could feel it, but never act upon it. 

Turns out, as you’d find out, that wasn’t quite what she meant. 

Nuns were meant to be virgins, right? That’s always what you’d thought. And yet, the gardener seemed to enjoy the fruits of their virginity quite a bit. 

And no, you weren’t like that. Even if you were going to allow yourself the bending of the rules that they were enjoying, you didn’t want to do it with him. He, uh, wasn’t your type.

You mourned when he died, though, even if it wasn’t the same way that the sisters mourned. However, he was taken away, and not even a day later was there a new one. 

Whenever the sisters went for walks, you accompanied them. You were close friends with most of them, and enjoyed walking beyond the confines of the walls of the convent. 

And when they heard a tree branch crack, and found a man lying on the ground, you were the one who lifted him across your back and carried him back to the convent. They thanked you profusely, and then, as per the usual arrangement, stood guard at the door to make sure Mother Superior didn’t come by while they did whatever they wanted to do. 

First, they kneeled at his side, and slid up his tunic at his stomach. You couldn’t help but let your eyes slide to them, and whatever they were doing. 

Sister Andrea lowered her mouth to his stomach, right above the waistline of his pants, and even through the veil over your eyes, you could still pick up on the smooth muscle there. 

You tore your eyes away as a smile came to your face, listening to what they were whispering about. But you’d grown distracted, and only when her footsteps were right outside the door did you realize you’d failed in your job as lookout. 

You gave a quick whistle in warning to the sisters as Mother Superior crossed the threshold into the doorway. 

Deaf and dumb, hmm? Good for the sisters, they certainly were going to miss their gardener. You, not exactly- he was just a man, even if a gorgeous one. 

This gardener was certainly an improvement on his predecessor. Still, you weren’t going to lose the purity you’d cultivated. No man was worth it. 

Then again, he looked like that...

No, he was the gardener, and he indulged in all of the sisters, didn’t he? There weren’t other men like you. You couldn’t assume that he would even appreciate your attention. 

Wait, why were you wondering about that? Regardless of whether or not he’d want you, you couldn’t. You could not indulge. No. 

“A bit of sin is healthy!” Sister Catarina would tell you as she walked with you through the halls. “No one will think any less of you, dear.” 

“No, no,” you said, teasing your fingers through the sheer fabric of your veil. “It’s not- enjoy yourselves with him, but that’s not what I’d be interested in.” 

And you’re telling the truth, honestly. You’re not interested in him. You’re not!

You were wandering the garden one day, not long later, singing to yourself. You often did so, hearing your voice echo through the fields and off of the walls. Then appeared the gardener behind you, you only heard him thanks to his footsteps. 

You didn’t wear a full wrap like the sisters, just a veil over your shoulders that you sometimes pulled over your face. So he couldn’t have possibly thought you female- no, he knew. Still, he walked closer to you, and it seemed as though he was trying to ask you something.

He put his fingers in front of his mouth, and opened them as he pulled them forward. 

“No,” you said, shaking your head, “I wasn’t speaking.”

He cocked his head, then, as if asking what you were doing instead, if not speaking. 

How were you to explain singing to someone who could not hear?

Singing- it’s not just from the voice, though, is it? It’s deeper than that. Hoping to explain, you brought your hand over your heart, then trailed your fingers up your throat as well. Maybe he’d understand your meaning- that singing came from the heart, instead. 

He didn’t quite look like he understood. 

Slowly, you reached out, taking his hand into yours. Though there were rough patches at the base of each of his fingers, his palms were soft. You lifted it to your throat, knowing that the vibrations of your voice would feel different when you talked than when you sang. 

You swallowed, and felt your adam’s apple move against his hand. He took a hard breath before his eyes met yours. 

“This is what it feels like when I speak,” you said, both moving your fingers away from your mouth in the way that indicated speech, as well as holding his hand against you.

“And-” you pressed your hand to your heart, then drawing your fingers upward, past his knuckles, in the same motion you’d used to describe signing before. 

You started humming, at first, always finding it difficult to sing in front of others. After a moment of that, you started singing, a simple melody, the same you’d been singing before. You watched him, watched his eyes drift from his hand on your throat, to your lips, before catching your eyes as well. 

He nodded, after a moment, and you figured that he’d understood. You took your hand from his, and slowly he pulled away. You found yourself nearly missing the warmth of his hand around your neck, but pulled your mind from your thoughts before it went somewhere you wouldn’t be able to get it back from. 

Now more than ever, you had to be careful. It was one thing to think he was beautiful while admiring from afar, but now, now you had shared a moment with him. You’d sung to him, even if he hadn’t heard you. He’d put his hand on your neck, with long fingers and soft skin and fond eyes.

So now you had more to push to the back of your brain. You thought you were doing fine- until he was tossed out, for lying. Turns out, he wasn’t deaf and dumb at all. 

He sat outside the doors of the convent, leaning in the shade, hoping to maybe catch a ride. You appeared on the top of the wall, sitting down with your legs thrown over it. 

“So,” you said, making him look up at you. “You heard me, the whole time.” 

“Yeah,” he said, a small smile on his face.

“You heard me sing.” 

“Mhm.” He shifted his shoulders against the wall, tilting his head. You kept his gaze for a moment, then looked out across the path, and the forest. 

“So what now? Where do you plan to go?”

“Oh, I’ll find somewhere else. I’ll make my way.” He looked out, just the way you did, at the rustling green leaves. “And you? You’ll stay here?” Without an answer, you tipped your weight forward, dropping to the ground outside the walls, your white veil fluttering off of your shoulders and down to the dirt. 

“Nah,” you said with a bit of a smile, “I think I prefer it out here. White isn’t my color.” He laughed a bit, turning his feet to the side and making room for you on the step he was seated on. You took him up on the offer.

“I’m Lorenzo,” he said, finally giving you his name as he extended his hand to you. You took it, once again feeling the softness of his palm. 

“(Y/N),” you answered. 

“Well, (Y/N),” Lorenzo said, “You have a lovely voice.” You shook your head, turning your gaze away.

“I don’t sing in front of people, you know,” you said, nudging his shoulder with yours.

“Which is, I guess,” Lorenzo said, pressing his feet flat to the wall beneath him, “why you sang in front of who you thought was deaf.” 

“How was I meant to know you were lying?” You accused, shoving his shoulder with more intention this time. 

“Oh, please!” He said, laughter working into his face, and lord, he was beautiful. “I’m dropped into a villa of beautiful women, and all I need to do is keep my mouth shut? Could you blame me?” 

“I guess not,” you said, shrugging quickly. “It’s not exactly to my taste.” 

“No?” Lorenzo asked, looking sideways at you. He gave you a quick glance, and though you looked up at the blue sky, you could nearly feel his gaze as it slid down over your collarbones. “What is to your taste, then?”

You shrugged, taking a deep breath. Were you about to admit it to him?

“Golden hair, strong shoulders, long legs.” You tried to force back a smile, looking down at your hands for a brief moment. “A man.” Before you could let yourself feel too vulnerable, you added- “Not a gardener, though.” 

There was a quick moment of silence between the two of you, and you wondered if you’d said something that surprised him. Would he be angry with you?

“I lean that way, sometimes,” he said with a laugh, resting his head back against the wall. “I can’t blame you.” 

You turned your head to him, and lord, you had always known he was beautiful. You’d always known. But now he was in front of you, and you weren’t so strongly fighting yourself anymore, and you knew that he was like you, at least a bit. 

So you bridged the gap, and kissed him. 

And you’d thought his hands were soft. His lips? His lips were perfect. His hands came up to your face, and one of them slipped around to your neck, keeping you close. You took your hands first to his ribcage, but as the kiss continued, they slid up to his back. 

When you broke away, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him. Damn, he had beautiful hair. No wonder the sisters called him an angel. 

“So what now?” You asked again, still close, still his hands on you. “Where do you plan to go?” A smile quirked on Lorenzo’s face, and he lifted his hand to take his fingers through your hair, pushing it from your face. 

“I’ll make my way,” He said again, smiling. His smile turned wicked, briefly, as he added, “I don’t think I’m going to want to be a gardener, though.” You narrowed your eyes, wondering if- he couldn’t possibly be referencing what you said earlier. That you wouldn’t want a gardener. “And you?”

He hadn’t taken his hands from you. He hadn’t even moved his eyes from yours since he’d opened them. You’d let your eyes stray to him plenty of times while he was within the convent, and maybe you were projecting, but you didn’t think he looked at any of the sisters like that. 

“We’ll see.” 

-🦌 Roe

[ao3feed-malec]

Perks of Being in Love with Your Best Friend

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VmKKjD

by xxxgaytrashxxx

"Being In love with your best friend has it's own perks and cons" Magnus tells chairman meow, "Perks- They understand you, they're always there for you, You can talk to them about anything in this world without having the fear of being judged."

"Meow" Chairman cocks his head.

"The cons?" Magnus sighs, "Just that I can't ever tell him how I feel without ruining our friendship" He says, looking at his phone's home screen wallpaper, which is a picture of Magnus in Alec's arms, bridal style, on the edge of a pool. Alec is laughing and Magnus has a terrified look on his face. The picture taken seconds before Alec had dropped Magnus into the water. _____________

Alec and Magnus are two bestfriends. That's all they are, Bestfriends. No one is in love with the other. Everything is totally platonic... Totally... They are just (huge idiots who are neck deep in love) Best friends.

And even though their friendship has had a ton number of ups and downs, They always find a way back to each other. So what what will happen when their smooth sailing friendship is hit by an ice berg known as misunderstanding?

-x-x-

"Don't let my ship sink!" Alec hears Izzy yell after him.

Words: 4181, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Maryse Lightwood, Robert Lightwood, Simon Lewis, Raphael Santiago, Max Lightwood, Catarina Loss, Andrew Underhill, Lorenzo Rey, Lydia Branwell, Jocelyn Fairchild, Luke Garroway

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland, Isabelle Lightwood/Maia Roberts, Alec Lightwood & Jace Wayland, Magnus Bane & Catarina Loss, Magnus Bane & Raphael Santiago, Maryse Lightwood/Robert Lightwood, Jocelyn Fairchild/Luke Garroway, Max Lightwood/Original Character(s), Lorenzo Rey/Andrew Underhill, Alec Lightwood & Andrew Underhill, Lydia Branwell & Alec Lightwood

Additional Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Idiots in Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Some Humor, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Human, Requited Love, Good Parent Maryse Lightwood, Good Parent Robert Lightwood, Dorks in Love, Their Love Is So, Lovely, Author Is Sleep Deprived, I Blame Tumblr, Non-Graphic Smut, Tags May Change

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VmKKjD

[khaleesiofalicante]

Shadowhunters S3E22 Thoughts

Okay let’s kill this crazy bitch covered in coal

Meliorn, you dumbass! That’s what happens when you scream during a sneak attack!!

That Lorenzo+Magnus magic move was cool!!! Also is Alec only shooting five arrows at a time now? Man has standards!!

YASSS IZZY!!!!! OH SHIT NOOOOO IZZY!!!!

Clary is serving runes like she is at a soup kitchen...

Shit they are all on fire!!!!

Yes yes get the fuck outta there!!!!!!

WE ARE COOOOOMING AFTEEEERRR YOUUUU. I will not skip the intro, Netflix! It’s the last episode, you insensitive asshole!!!

OMGGGGGGGGG SIZZY IS NOT WASTING ANY TIME HUH???

Clace is soooooo vanilla. Bless those two lil souls...

THAT HAIR TOUCHING WAS SO FUCKING SOFT IM GONNA LOOK AT IT FOREVER EVERYONE ELSE FUCK OFF

Simon went for the classic ‘It’s weird that this is not weird’. Nice...

Sure, babies!!! Do everything together :) <3 :)

Magnus’ handwriting tho!!! Dayuuum.

Man I love Alec’s I got laid last night face ;)

Alec Lightwood does not, never, ever, will pass up an opportunity to say FUCK YOU to the clave and other homophobes. I love my son!!

I Do LikE yOu iN aTuX OMG FUCKING KILL ME

Delivering handwritten wedding invites through fire messages? ICONIC!!

Did Jace just compare Clace to Malec? Jace is cracking me up in the eps!

In other news, Seelie Queen continues to be creepy...

OMG SHE JUST GOT INFINITY WAR-ED BY JONATHAN!!!

YES TO THIS PARABATAI CONTENT YES YES YES YES

CLIZZY PARABATAI????? I APPROVE!!!!

My man Underhill takes his job as Head of Security VERY seriously...

Miss the wedding? MISS THE WEDDING? I did not approve this?????

Jocelyn OMG WHAT THE FUCK 

Raziel needs to learn how to use Facetime or Facebook. Sending a girl’s dead mom as a messenger is not cool, bro!!

Okay true tho. Clary probably created to runes to get rid of dandruff...

OMG ALL THOSE CAKES ARE GORGEOUS AND GLITTERY!!!

I can watch Magnus eat cake forever tbh...

So Lorenzo gave back the loft? Why? How? When? Nevermind.

OMG MORE SELF-PORTRAITS OMG I CANNOT 

THAT BRO MOMENT BETWEEN MAGNUS + LORENZO WAS WELL DONE. YES TO SUPPORTIVE WARLOCKS YALL.

I just realised that Magnus photocopied the wedding invitations by magic. That’s a really cool trick....

OKAY MAGNUS BOUGHT MARYSE A DRESS FOR THE WEDDING I AM SOFT

I literally forgot about Robert’s existence...

LOS ANGELES BITCHES

How did Max grow so tall?????? What is your secret, child?? TELL ME!!!

Jonathan has gone full Blonde Badboy cool cool cool

SHIT ARE THE BLACKTHORNS OKAY?????

Damn it can we not have a wedding without all this drama????

Yall there was a random woman videoing Jonathan’s attack??? Wtf is wrong with people these days smh.

Yes clary please get your brother under control!!!

I do not feel bad for Jonathan for some reason. I also sense a pattern shit.

So Jonathan died? Just like that? Okaaaaaaaaay then.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHEEEEEEEEEEEEET ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY CALM THE FUCK DOWN BREATHE WOMAN BREATHE

Yaaaaaas Madzie, you perfect flower girl you!!!!!

Okay I LOVE LOVE LOVE this fall/yellow theme <3 

Alec looks so handsome and I am already crying FUCK

Yasss Catarina is the best woman!!!!!

OMG all their friends and family are there this is too much yall

OH MY GOD MARYSE IS WALKING MAGNUS DOWN THE AISLE MY HEART IS SO FUCKING FULL RIGHT NOW I CANT BREATHE

OMG THOSE FUCKING VOWS KILLED ME MALEC FOREVER OMG

I AM AND WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR LOVING HUSBAND OKAY BABIES OKAY <3 <3 <3

MY CHILDREN REALLY GOT MARRIED HUH I AM LITERALLY MARYSE RN

OMG THEIR FIRST DANCE!!!! WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD INDEED!!!!

Raphael, you beautiful goldfish!!!! I wish you all the best!!!!!! <3 <3 

Clary NO GOODBYES!!!

HALINE BITCH HALINE YES YES YES <3

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Andrew? Andrew? ANDREW? ANDREWWWWWWWWW??????

I CALLED THIS SHIP LIKE 12 YEARS AGO AND I AM STILL HERE FOR IT SUCKERZ

Omg they all know about Luke LAMO those two are apparently not subtle!

Okay Maryse is the best mom ever fight me

OMG they used that god damn ‘cell’ line from the books.. my heart :(

CLARY BABE NO YOU POOR THING TALK TO SOMEONE 

What is with these kids and leaving letters? Talk to someone goddamnit!!

ONE YEAR LATER WTF NOBODY TOLD ME ABOUT THIS????

Idris looks GOOOOOOOOD

OMG INQUISITOR ALEC LIGHTWOOD BITCH I AM HERE FOR THIS!!!

Luke x Maryse one year into the relationship and vacaying in Brazil? I need footage thank you!

OMG MAGNUS THAT LOOK WOW JUST WOW

HIGH WARLOCK OF ALICANTE MAGNUS BANE BITCH I AM HERE FOR THIS TOO!!!!

IS ANYONE ELSE SEEING HARRY’S BICEPS??? GOD DAMNNNNN

MY BEAUTIFUL BLUE PEACOCK WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND WOW

Yes to Young Entrepreneur Maia. 

OMG TAKIS BOOK STANS HOLD ME PLEASE

She named a burrata salad after Clary. I am very emo right now...

HEAD OF THE INSTITUTE IZZY BITCH I AM HERE FOR THIS THREE WHAT EVEN THANK YOU????????

Sizzy is all soft and sailing. My ship is safe!!!!! <3

Okay this Jimon training scene was well done. HOT DIGGITY DANG

BOOP BOOP OMG CUTIEEEEEEE

Jace, don’t let her gooooo

Clary! Hey!!! You look...different.

SHEEETTT SHE CAN SEE HIM!!!!!

OMG 01X01 PARALLELS BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay um, it’s over?????????

What am I supposed to do now??? (After I finish crying that is)

I just want the record to show that I actually enjoyed the last eps. The writers and actors did a great job <3

Thank you, shadowhunters and shadowfam.

I will miss writing stupid shit about my stupid show I stupidly love so much

That’s it I guess...

Oh and fuck Freeform bro.

[poemsfromthealley]

[fic] wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving (alec x magnus, T)

Alec and Magnus wait, and survive, and process each in their way. A vignette about small mercies. (Coda to 3.10.)

*shows up three weeks late with experimental formatting, angst and the weirdest domesticity* This will 100% get jossed, but fuck the police, here’s 2K words about characters coping bittersweetly with the aftermath of 3.10.

There might be a second part.

(I know Clary lives, but the characters don't. I figure they’ll at least consider the chance that she’s MIA rather than dead.)

*

Loss has a language. It is, Alec is finding out, spoken in silences.

Ever since Lilith's defeat, he seems to have a good part of his conversations without words. He can't pass Izzy without squeezing her arm, can't see his mother without hugging her too long. He spends hours and hours scouring the city with Jace, just being an extra pair of eyes, a steady support in a hopeless search. Jace refuses to mourn. Alec's not about to force him.

There's no body. No tangible evidence. Just a lack, an absence, the world bled of color.

Demon alerts taper off in the metro area. The Institute exhales for the first time in months. Alec signs off on leave requests, pushes time off on people he hasn't seen leave Ops in way too long. At least taking care of them is within his power.

Every day, when he's done, he makes his way to Brooklyn. The wards around the loft feel different, cool and prickling like a mint leaf pressed to the palate. Catarina's handiwork, until there's another solution.

Magnus is fine. That's his own word. The morning after Catarina's magic and the Silent Brothers' efforts had mended Alec's pierced lung, he woke up at Alec's bedside in the Institute infirmary and, after an aching, salt-tinged kiss, said, My magic is gone.

Alec held him, splinted wrist be damned, crushed him into a hug and cried some more. For Magnus's return, for the pulse of curdling despair from his parabatai, for the tears trapped under Izzy's lashes. Then, as details clicked and his fuzzy brain processed those first words from Magnus, he stopped. Slow horror replaced his relief.

It took four words to say. Magnus could as well have carved out his heart, or torn the intangible substance of his soul free from his self. That was how it sounded to Alec.

Don't say you're sorry, Magnus went on. Biscuit paid a higher price.

As if you could weigh that on a scale. As Shadowhunters go, Alec's lucky. He's buried fellow soldiers, peers and elders, but no family yet. He was too young to really grieve for his maternal grandmother, the only grandparent he ever met.

He's not ready to bury Clary. None of them are.

You can't compare like that, he tried to tell Magnus, that morning in the infirmary, because Clary was—gone, missing, presumed dead, and Magnus had given up his magic and with it the thing that made him ageless. A life in the balance, either way. He'd done it for Alec's sake, for Jace's sake, for the safety of their city.

How do you ask forgiveness for that? How do you show gratitude? Which is the right thing to do?

For the time being, it seems to entail daily meals and nightly research. The kitchen has become a hub of their routine; cooking lets them share time and space while doing something concrete. So does the heap of books bought and borrowed that fills the study like a crumbling rampart.

I need to understand all this, Alexander, Magnus offered by way of explanation. Clary's fate. What's become of me.

They don't know what happened to Clary or Jonathan, beyond Simon's distraught testimony. They go over the site of her disappearance with warlock spells, werewolf senses, detection runes. Anything to keep up hope.

They don't know what will happen to every ward and ritual, charm and spell that Magnus has made over the years. Lorenzo Rey bars Magnus from the libraries of the Spiral Labyrinth, and Magnus barely stops Alec from tearing Rey a new one. The Institute depends on warlocks for its magical security. Angering the High Warlock is a sure-fire way to throw a wrench in those works. Alec knows.

He desperately wishes he didn't have to care. That he could fight some battle to victory, drain some part of this mire of troubles they're all swamped in.

The point is that they've called an armistice with loss, a grace period before they admit the inevitable.

So they study. Magnus spends hours on the phone with Catarina and various other old contacts in soft-voiced debate. Alec bangs his head against fine points of Latin grammar that he hasn't touched since he was fourteen. Sometimes Izzy joins them, because like Magnus, it calms her to sink her teeth into a problem. She doesn't offer to take samples or run tests, because it's tacitly understood that nothing they learn is to go anywhere near the Clave, and that includes the databases of the Institute. Not before they've exhausted other options, anyway.

It goes slowly. More people over the centuries have tried to achieve immortality than be rid of it. Still, Magnus collects any scrap of information he can find on either end of the conundrum. Cover all the angles, he says, and sets another hand-scribed volume of 15th century Latin into Alec's hands.

Alec groans and gets to work.

Sometimes all they're good for—whether by two or three—is takeout and old movies and lying on the couch in a drowsy and possibly drunk pile of limbs. Grudgingly Alec accepts the necessity of those evenings, too. As long as they keep moving forward somehow, the armistice holds.

Other nights, he and Magnus flee into the early-winter city on long, winding walks that go nowhere. They take random lefts and rights at intersections and end up thawing their chilled faces in late-night coffee shops. Magnus lingers at landmarks whose stories only he knows, puts his hands on the sides of buildings and the trunks of old trees in Central Park and tells Alec, in spare words, who or what the spots remind him of.

As they come home at 2 AM, Magnus fumbles with the key at the building door until Alec reaches past him to jostle the door the way that makes the lock turn. They laugh it off in the stairway, halt on a landing, deep in each other's space. Alec's hand lands on Magnus's arm. Magnus smothers a rare chuckle into his shoulder.

When the stairway light times out, they keep kissing in the dark, at the slow and heady tempo of people who've decided they have all night. They don't talk while they stumble up to the loft. Permission is asked and given in the tug of fingers and slide of mouths. They make it to the couch or the bed and take refuge in each other's bodies. More often than not, Alec yields to Magnus's smallest signals, doesn't make him ask, does his utmost to be what he needs.

They don't talk about that, either.

Then there are the nights when Alec's phone lights with a message: Not today. I'll see you tomorrow. He texts back a goodnight, I love you, and reverses his steps back to the Institute.

The pattern repeats itself, in variations, as days grow into tangled weeks. The lull in demonic activity persists. Alec counts his blessings.

Clary remains lost. Alec takes care to refer to her in the present tense, especially around Luke and Jace. He's loath to block himself from Jace for even an hour or two, after the unnatural silence of Jace's time under Lilith's control. Mostly he tries to keep Jace tethered to some semblance of normality: something to do, somewhere to be, somebody to check on him. Izzy and their mother help, as do, unexpectedly, Simon and Maia, Luke's second-in-command. She seems, in fact, to be in charge of the pack at present.

Alec didn't think the day would come when he'd be glad that Simon Lewis existed, but weirder things have happened. He's living them out right now. His warlock boyfriend hasn't quite turned mundane, but the difference might be academic.

Magnus's eyes remain the dark brown that was their first color, that he chose as the shade of his usual glamour. He still has the Sight, or something like it: they try it out, warlock glamours and rune glamours, and he picks up the subtle imperfections like no ordinary mortal could.

Alec is grateful for Magnus's penchant for doing certain things by hand, even when he didn't need to. It cushions, if only a bit, his moments of disorientation. It takes time to get from place to place. The trash won't teleport itself curbside on collection day. Bruises will linger and jabbing your finger into them by accident hurts. It's not that he's suddenly helpless; it's that he's not used to the world as immutable, or as changing at its own uncaring pace.

What do you do with a warlock without magic?

For Alec, the answer is simple. (Love him, with everything you have.)

For Magnus himself, it is not.

Alec thinks he and Catarina make the two people Magnus allows to see him with anything less than a flawless face, hair in place, nails lacquered in some dramatic dark hue even when the pads of his fingers are peppered with papercuts and rubbed-in ink smudges. To Alec, he looks the same as always, vivid, restless, impossibly beautiful. Not like somebody time can touch.

They fought over time, over a past Alec couldn't look at without flinching. Now they're fighting for time. That's what keeps Alec coming back and squinting at the abysmal grammar of yet another occult volume until his brain hurts. The hope that there's a way to undo what Asmodeus did to Magnus, to stir his magic back to life or to restore it to him.

Alec can't be the cause of that loss. Magnus would correct him, but Magnus isn't in his head. That's only fair, since half the time Alec has no idea what Magnus is thinking.

I made that choice with my eyes open, Magnus said, holding Alec's good hand, sitting sideways on the edge of his bed in the infirmary. Lilith had to be stopped.

The tactician in Alec agrees. In war, you take the option you can see. They hadn't even known there was another option. Simon taking out Lilith with his Seelie-crafted mark won them the war, bitter as that victory turned out to be, but it doesn't diminish that Magnus did what was required. He found a solution.

Alec gave Simon his stele to give to Clary. If she's dead, he wants to think she went down wielding it.

Someday, Jace will have to stop looking. As will they all.

That knowledge sleeps under the revolutions of Alec's days, Institute business, training with Izzy, hunting with Jace, evenings with Magnus. He borrows Izzy's cookbook and leaves it on top of the desk in his bedroom so he'll remember it when he leaves.

His mother calls a little before he's done, and asks, without preamble, Have you heard from Magnus?

It takes a minute for alarm to set in, as she gives him the details. She was meeting Magnus for late lunch—Alec doesn't stop there, no matter that the prospect's still a little staggering—but he neither canceled nor showed up.

At the loft, after Alec's called four times and sent seven texts to a phone without reception on the way, everything is quiet. It looks downright tranquil in the cool late-afternoon sun. Last night's notes, with Magnus's graceful cursive and Alec's narrow, ungainly hand competing for space on the sheets, are stacked on the coffee table. The throw pillows are dented where Alec sprawled, an open book on his face, deep into the small hours. There Magnus finally gave in and slumped dramatically on top of him, his cheek to Alec's chest, as if listening to his heart.

Maybe he had. But whose heart? Alec's, or his own?

There's a folded note laid on a pillow. Alexander, it's addressed, in Magnus's script. The sentences fall like snow around his head as he reads through.

You've done all you can for me, and I'm grateful. The others need you now, more than I do, and I need to understand this new reality I live in.

Alec thought that was what they were doing. Looking for solutions, for remedies.

So I'm going away for a while. You and Isabelle are welcome to the books, if they can be of any help in finding Biscuit. I have hope.

I am sorry for the manner of my leaving. There's that abrupt, almost archaic formality that sometimes peeks through in Magnus's phrasing. It hitches Alec's breath, constrains it into a shuddering pull of air. I know you'll worry, but I've told you since the first: I'll be fine. It only takes time. How long, I'm not sure.

Alec reframes a host of little details from the past weeks in the space of a breath: Magnus wandering the city with him, revisiting beloved memories; Magnus talking to Maryse, who's suffered a similar loss, who might understand better than Alec can hope to; Magnus touching him with silent, shadowed tenderness, so his voice wouldn't betray him.

Magnus was not looking for solutions. He was looking for explanations. For meaning, for reaffirmation, for the language to redefine himself now that he's irrevocably changed.

I only ask that you wait for me, Alexander, and, as you'd put it, stay on mission. If I learn anything on my own, I'll contact you.

I am, and remain, yours.

Alec doesn't know how long he kneels there, staring at the curling M. that rounds off the note. His shoulders jerk, but the tears are clean as they come, hot and silent and somehow necessary.

I only ask that you wait for me. If it's all he can do for Magnus, then he will. For as long as it takes.

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San Lorenzo 1 x 0 Palmeiras - Taça Libertadores rodada 3 - Tempo Real - Globo Esporte

Resultado sao lourenco e palmeiras - Casas à venda no Condomínio Residencial São Lourenço em Valinhos/SP

Na segunda etapa, Kauan Kelvin saiu do banco para fazer o quinto, aos Porém, o momento mais bonito ficou para o resultado sao lourenco e palmeiras aos 30, Mila também anotou seu segundo tento ao cobrar escanteio direto para o fundo do barbante, marcando o famoso gol olímpico. O primeiro gol do Gigante da Colina saiu logo aos dois minutos, em belo chute de longe de Marcos Paulo.

Ele mesmo ampliou o placar aos 14, após roubar a bola no ataque e bater rasteiro, com efeito. Gustavinho fechou o marcador aos 43 do segundo tempo ao receber em resultado sao lourenco e palmeiras e tocar no canto do goleiro.

Logo no minuto inicial, Jhonnatha abriu o placar para o Glorioso ao completar cruzamento da esquerda com cabeceio. Depois, aos 43, recebeu em profundidade e tocou na saída do goleiro. A reta final foi equilibrada, mas o time da casa fechou a conta aos 48, quando Ryan completou para as redes e fez 3 a 1. A virada dos verifique minha referГЄncia saiu aos 34, quando Ryan Luka cobrou pênalti que ainda tocou na trave.

A etapa final começou movimentada e mais uma penalidade foi marcada - desta vez, para os paranaenses: Jader bateu bem e sacramentou o hat-trick, aos 12 minutos. O Fla empatou novamente aos 20, em chute no alto de Matheus França.

O time paranaense ultrapassou o Flamengo, que também tem dez e agora é o quarto colocado pelos critérios de desempate. Logo aos 11 minutos, Lucca testou firme em cobrança de falta e abriu o placar para o Colorado. Após isso, no entanto, a partida ficou equilibrada e o time da casa só chegou aos gols do desafogo na parte derradeira do segundo tempo. Aos 35, Danilo deslocou o goleiro em resultado sao lourenco e palmeiras e ampliou.

Logo no minuto inicial, Lucas, do time goiano, teve a infelicidade de marcar um gol contra ao tentar afastar cruzamento rasteiro. Vila Da Saude. Vila Das Merces.

San Lorenzo - Tabela de jogos e Resultados

Vila Deodoro. Vila Do Encontro. Vila Dom Pedro I. Vila Dos Remedios. Vila Fachini. Vila Guarani z Sul. Vila Guilhermina. Vila Gumercindo. Vila Ida. Vila Independencia. Vila Ipojuca.

Classificação Liga Profissional da Argentina 2021

Vila Leopoldina. Vila Madalena. Vila Mangalot. Resultado sao lourenco e palmeiras Mariana. Vila Mascote. Vila Moinho Velho. Vila Monte Alegre. Vila Monumento. Vila Resultado sao lourenco e palmeiras. Vila Nova Conceicao.

Vila Olimpia. Vila Parque Jabaquara. Vila Pereira Barreto. Vila Pompeia. Vila Santa Catarina. Vila Santa Clara. Vila Santa Cruz. Vila Santa Edwiges. Vila Sao Francisco. Ao utilizar nossos serviços, você concorda com tal monitoramento. Conheça mais sobre os cookies, clique aqui. Vai perder essa chance? Vamos buscar oportunidades que aceitem o seu imóvel no negócio? Informe as características do seu imóvel abaixo, e procuraremos oportunidades de lohrenco para permuta do seu bem.

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SOGLIOLE

“Sogliole” is a two-week workshop which has taken place at ISIA Urbino, led by Patrick Lacey from Åbäke and the English artist Ben Cain. A close observation, during the first week, of the concept of “threshold”, followed by a short concept video, have been instrumental to design a collective book during the second week of work. The class has been split in seven different groups and each of them had to explain and develop its own idea to be included in the book, using differently coloured pages. 

210 mm x 297 mm

Supervisors: Patrick Lacey and Ben Cain

Class project in collaboration with Elisa Altan, Francesco Barbaro, Augustina Cocco Canuda, Giulia Cordin, Lidia Ginga Cozzupoli, Guido Dal Prà, Giacomo Delfini, Filippo Emiliani, Davide Eucalipto, Catarina Ferreira, Manuel Gàlvez, Clara Jessen, Leonie Ketteler, Gaja Lanfranchi, Giovanni Murolo, Luca Napoli, Cecilia Negri, Alessandro Piacente, Alice Poma, Kenya Rodriguez, Andrea Saccavini, Beatrice Schena, Viviana Scutari, Michela Sirri, Alessandra Smiderle, Josefine Taape, Lorenzo Toso and Eglé Vitkuté

2015