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5 times Alec let Magnus walked away and the 1 time he didn’t
I’ll never get over this. I’m still crying.
uswe:
A werewolf film written by a woman wouldn’t be as interesting because they know how unrealistic it is to be caught by surprise by something that happens regularly every damn month.
#run right into queue#no no no no no the exact opposite#by this standard a werewolf film written by a woman would be much more interesting because it would be more /varied/#some werewolves who are prepared not only for their own shift but also for those of six of their closest packmates#some werewolves who wake up already covered in fur and look at their ruined clothes and think ‘oh /shit/ that was yesterday’#some werewolves who can’t be assed to figure out what day it is and therefore have an alert set in their phone#so that once a month they wake up not to a blinking ‘wake up’ message but to ‘wake up and Be Prepared’ and dramatic hyena music#(and then inevitably lose/break/forget to charge their phone the day before and spend hours humming uncomfortably#before suddenly remembering at the least convenient moment possible and rushing off stripping as they go)#not to mention the one werewolf who only transforms one night a month and then has to refrain from gloating#while they help their one packmate who’s been shifted for an entire goddamned week and has started dreaming of murder (via @ereborne)
Jocelyn: *locks her daughter in a storage unit and tries to kill her son by shooting arrows at him*
Maryse: *tells her son, who she’s treated terribly, to cut her other son out of his life to save their own asses*
Valentine: *torture, torture, more torture. experiments on his children. oh look more torture and mind games*
Luke: *shoves clary, simon, jace, alec and izzy into his car* I’m sorry, I have to go right now, immediately.
Luke Garroway in Shadowhunters 2×01: This Guilty Blood
…….Who do I have to punch for this?
This is amazing
magnus bane, 100% done
“Ooooh, don’t you look so handsome!” Suzanne cooed, ushering them to the foot of the staircase with a camera in her hand. “Go on, let me take some pictures!”
“Mama,” Bitty grumbled, his face adorably pink, “We’re not going to the dang prom. It’s just a high school reunion.”
“Well I didn’t get to take any prom photos, did I?” Suzanne shot back. She grabbed Jack by the elbows and forcibly positioned him slightly behind Bitty with a frankly shocking amount of strength, and Jack made his living being slammed into the boards by men twice her size.
“Mama, who was gonna take the little gay boy to the prom in Georgia?” Bitty demanded as Jack wrapped his arms around his waist in classic prom pose, which made Suzanne grin excitedly and snap about ten pictures in rapid succession.
“Stop encouraging her,” Bitty pouted, shoving his elbow into Jack’s gut, making him laugh.
“You coulda gone stag, Dicky,” Suzanne pointed out, snapping another photo. “Or with one of the girls on your hockey team.”
“Mama, none of those girls had any interest in being my beard and I had no interest in spending my Saturday night packed in a cheap venue with kids who didn’t like me!” Bitty insisted.
“Well,” Suzanne sniffed as Jack poked and prodded Bitty into a more natural position beside him, draping his arm around Bitty’s shoulders. Bitty automatically responded by sliding his arm around Jack’s waist in return.
“I’m just saying, I never got to show off prom pictures to all the ladies at church,” Suzanne sniffed. “And your Aunt kept posting pictures of your cousin all over Facebook like it was her dang job, rubbing it in my face…”
“Mama,” Bitty sighed.
“And anyway!” Suzanne exclaimed, snapping another picture even though Bitty was in the middle of rolling his eyes and Jack had given up on smiling. “Why are you even going to this reunion if you don’t want to see any of these people, huh?”
“Because I want them to see us,” Bitty explained, patting his free hand against Jack’s chest smugly. “Those kids terrorized me for years, calling me names and spreading rumors that I was gay. Now I’m gonna show them they were absolutely right, and that I’m good at it!”
“Good at being gay?” Jack asked, grinning in amusement because he’d heard Bitty’s reasoning nearly a thousand times since the invitation had arrived in the mail.
“The best at being gay!” Bitty declared. “You’ll see, I’ll have the most beautiful man in the room on my arm and I hope Jason Cranston is there so I can see the look on his big dumb face when he realizes how much better my life is than his!”
The grin on Bitty’s face was almost manic, but Suzanne snapped another picture with a triumphant cry and hurried away with her camera, like she thought maybe Bitty might try and take it from her.
“All right, you ready to go show my classmates that I won at life?” Bitty asked.
“Of course, dear,” Jack said indulgently.
