does anyone here ship malec?
I believe the better question is “Is there anyone here who DOESNT ship Malec?”
F is for vodka
U is for vodka
N is for vodka.
The only best part of this episode!
Yeah.. this is my life.
Magnus was gorgeous.
Everyone knew it. It was plain and obvious.
Why else would so many people hover around his parties- or turn up on his doorstep with a very trivial request for him-
Alec would be lying if he said it didn’t make him a little anxious sometimes.
But he trusted Magnus, or he tried to, and he believed that the warlock wasn’t up to anything. After all, why else would he openly welcome Alec over at anytime of the day? And he definitely wouldn’t give him a key if he could walk in on something, potentially.
That was why today he didn’t bother ringing the buzzer as he usually did, he simply waltzed on in. Or more likely he walked in as casually as he could. When he had crossed the open area outside and was at the second door into the actual flat, the Shadowhunter produced his key and opened up the door; quite confident there would be no surprises today waiting for him.
"Who the hell thinks they can just open my door and walk right in without my permission-" Magnus’ voice echoed across the hall as he entered; and both men were momentarily stunned- Alec in the middle of a backward step and apology and Magnus open mouthed mid sentence.
"Alexander." He murmured. "I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you…" He pulled at his silk sleeping robe self consciously and approached Alec with a wide but sleepy smile.
Alec just stared; eyes wide and mouth hanging open awkwardly. Magnus stopped and raised his eyebrows curiously. “What’s wrong?”
The Shadowhunter stammered for several moments, still surprised by the state of his boyfriend. “You- You’re not wearing any makeup.” He gasped.
The warlock touched his face as if he couldn’t remember but grinned. “Darling, did you think I had glitter permanently sewn into my skin?”
Alec nodded. Magnus replied with a soft laugh and shook his head affectionately. “Oh you’re too cute.” He ruffled the boy’s hair and Alec’s cheeks flushed furiously. “I hate to disappoint but I do not.”
The Downworlder moved away, leaving his boyfriend staring after him still. It wasn’t until he return with two cups of coffee before the black haired boy snapped himself out of it and managed to go and stand beside him. He brushed at Magnus’ gel-free hair and ran a thumb lovingly down his temple, to his cheekbone. “You… You look beautiful.” Were the words he whispered; full of uncertainty.
Magnus appeared surprised but he smiled and kissed Alec’s hand lightly. “Thank you.”
Alec blushed again. “Now that we have established that I am both magnificent and not a complete glitter ball, let’s sit and have our drinks?” Magnus asked with a gesture to the couch. “And then you can join me back in bed for a nap.”
The Shadowhunter nodded and smiled shyly back. “Okay.”
This is just too cute NOT to reblog.
Someone put up a gifset that showed double standards when it comes to the treatment of boys and girls and they compared the McKinley High calendar made by the guys last season with Kurt’s line in “Naked” in which he says: “..and now you’re slutty Barbie” to Rachel.
ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT HE…
I have been waiting for someone to share my opinion. Welcome to the “dark side”.
M: I remember us taking a bath together. It was in a moonlit Parisian night, the scintillating stars and scented candles were the only things to illuminate the room and rose petals lay on the floor as well as they floated on the foamy water.
M: The next day we visited the Eiffel Tower. While we were still holding our breakfast coissants in our hands I bought Alec a rose and kissed him in the middle of the square underneath the tourist attraction. It was wonderful and highly romantic.
Unfortunately we’re not able to answer any new questions today and we don’t have any more in storage so you guys will have to live with some outtakes today - Sorry! But we promise you we’ll be making more gifs tomorrow! ;)
A: I thought this blog was about answering questions not receiving orders.
M: But it’s a very nice one.
M: And innocent as well.
M: And sweet of course, because that’s what your lips taste like.
A: Well, what sort of choice is that?
A: Whipped cream and chocolate sauce, of course. Both of those things can be quite delicious.
M: On you or on me?
A: On my dessert.
M: On me it shall be, then.