Cersei ain’t having none of your shit.
excuse you our porn is of the finest quality
Alec thought of his bedroom back at the Institute, of being in a delirium of pain and poison when Magnus had come in. He had barely recognized him. He was fairly sure he’d been screaming for his parents, for Jace, for Izzy, but his voice would only come out on a whisper. He remembered Magnus’ hands on him, his fingers cool and gentle. He remembered the death-grip he’d kept on Magnus’ wrist, for hours and hours, even after the pain had passed and he knew he would be all right. He remembered watching Magnus’ face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat’s gaze and grace.
“Yes,” Alec said. “I like you.”
Oh, it’s in the faintest cry, it’s in the lover’s eye. Is when I need you most, and don’t you know?
in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
Shadowhunter Tarot Cards: The Dark Artifices
no matter how ugly you think you are, always remember—Hannibal could probably make an absolutely beautiful dish out of you.