best. post. ever. made. on. tumblr.
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Everyone should reblog
Ooh, thanks nonny!! I have Malec feels now T_T
The dreams were like drumbeats reverberating inside of Alec’s skull. Each time they hit, sharp cracks formed in his gentle veneer of sleep, persisting until the glass-like wall between slumber and the waking world was finally shattered.
As he slept, he saw Asmodeus. In dreams, the demon was even taller and more menacing than he had been in real life. Dreams were magnifying glasses, and Alec stared down Asmodeus with double the fear he’d felt when he’d been awake.
You can’t take Magnus away from me, he thought.
Asmodeus continued to make the horrifying offer. Their freedom in exchange for Magnus. A life-or-death contract that Alec could not sign.
Magnus was reaching out his hand, and dream-Alec found himself unable to move. Realization crept through his mind like molasses- a painful, slow-motion marathon running inside of his head.
Magnus was going to give in.
Their hands grew closer and closer, and Alec was powerless against the dam break he felt inside of him, releasing every ounce of panic he’d kept bottled up in his chest since they’d entered the demon realms. Magnus was standing in a dark yet ethereal haze, and he was so close to invisible. So close to gone forever.
Magnus’s finger brushed Asmodeus’s hand, and in a fraction of an instance, the two of them disappeared. There was no before or after. There was only that single moment, and Alec was still as ice, the outline of Magnus’s form traced permanently upon the surfaces of his eyes like the burning imprints left after looking too long at the sun.
Alec’s eyes flew open, and he sat bolt upright in bed, pressing his hands to his head in a frantic attempt to drive the nightmare out of his mind. It was always the same one, and each time terrified him more than the last. Icy beads of sweat meandered slowly down the back of his neck.
Next to him, Magnus stirred.
Alec felt Magnus’s hand slip into his, and he knew he didn’t even have to explain himself. Magnus knew. This nightmare was no new occurrence. It had been months since the demon realms, and yet Alec was still haunted by what had become perhaps the biggest ‘what-if’ of his life.
What if Magnus had gone with Asmodeus?
"I didn’t go, Alec," said Magnus, as if he could hear Alec’s thoughts. "Don’t worry. I didn’t go."
Alec twisted his hands through his hair.
"Magnus, damn it, I can’t stop these nightmares. I can’t. They just keep coming back. I- I came so close to losing you."
He couldn’t hide the slight break in his voice. Without further word, he turned and pressed his face into Magnus’s shoulder, the warlock’s strong arms wrapping tightly around his back. Alec could feel his own heartbeat trying to break its way out of his chest, and he was sure Magnus could feel it, too.
"Oh, my dear Alexander," Magnus whispered softly. "Dreams are real to us while we’re asleep. But now we are awake. I’m here."
Alec let those two words echo inside of his memory, driving the dream out of his mind, bit by bit.
There was no more Asmodeus, no more demon realm, and no more statuesque panic to render him motionless. Magnus was here.
Alec’s breaths slowed. Magnus pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
Dreams were nothing more than imprints carved into the subconscious, creating illusory realities with the power either to delight or to terrify. But neither that delight nor that terror could influence the events of the waking world, where Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood lay warmly together, safe from the persecution of a demon reduced to a dream.
Alec let the firm pressure of Magnus’s hand anchor him to reality. Magnus was fine. He was here. He was real. Dreams were as fragile as mirrors, and they could be broken.
Things were, in that moment, alright.
I cannot believe Curvy Kate’s audacity to outright steal the work of a high school student for some insipid marketing message.
Shame on you, Curvy Kate. Shame on you.
Original image via: Rosea Posey
SIGNAL BOOST RIP THEM A NEW ONE TUMBLR!
IT’S NOT EVEN A THING YOU SHOULD MARKET
NOT ONLY DID YOU STEAL THE GIRL’S WORK
YOU FUCKING HAD NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS TRYING TO SAY
THEY COMPLETELY RUINED HER MESSAGE AND TURNED IT UPSIDE DOWN. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I’M SO FUCKING MAD
Nobody hurts my friends, man. I’ll destroy ‘em.
Moonlight spilled off the polished surface of the boy’s violin as he turned to lay it down on top of the wardrobe, the bow beside it. When he turned back to her, he was smiling. “I should have introduced myself earlier,” he said. “I’m James Carstairs. Please call me Jem—everyone does.”
-Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire