A/N: Hello, loves. Its been a while, huh?
Well, this was a prompt a while ago, I hope I filled it out the way s/he wanted it.
Title: Clumsy Alec!
Rating: T at most, probably just K.
Alec woke up, stretched, and managed to slam his hand on the headboard of his bed. He yelped, pulling the hand back to himself and rubbing the pain from his fingers. He glanced at Magnus, curled up on his side in their shared bed, and let out a sigh of relief that the warlock was still snuggled into his pillows, snoring lightly and fast asleep.
He climbed out of the bed, but his feet were tangled in the blankets. He sighed in defeat as he tumbled back, confused as to why he was so clumsy this morning but sure that he would catch himself before he hit the floor. He did not. His backside thumped down first and he gave another noise of surprise as he sprawled there, disoriented and confused. What was even happening to him this morning? He was never this clumsy!
He glanced down his body, doing a quick check of all his Runes, and realized exactly what was wrong. His Agility Rune was faded and pale, hardly visible against the pale white of his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, realizing exactly what that meant. He was going to be a hell of a lot clumsier.
Magnus peeked over the edge of their bed. His hair was ruffled and feather-soft from his shower last night, not yet done up in spikes and glitter, and eyes were sleepy but concerned as he looked down at his boyfriend. “Alexander, love, what are you doing?”
training to be a shadowhunter must be exhausting but if it means i will get my own high warlock then count me in
Alec wore his future boyfriend’s t-shirt during their first date.
I think we don’t talk enough about this.
please do not ever think being aromantic is quirky or cool its practically like living in a world that doesnt know you exist, one you dont belong in
same for being asexual
AU where the Potters live and James and Sirius make a fake birth certificate that says “Elvendork James Potter”, leave it casually (but strategically) lying somewhere fourteen-year-old Harry would find it, revel in the ensuing chaos as Harry tries to come to terms with the fact that ‘Harry’ might just have been a nickname all these years, and high-five at their excellent mischief over butterbeers.
That is, until Lily finds out.
you know what upsets me
bunnies have tons of sex
like supposedly always humping right
but does that affect how we look at bunnies?
do we still think bunnies are cute af?
do we want bunnies any less because of their sex habits?
treat people like bunnies ok
this has been a psa