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they need to invent a version of me who can go to sleep before 1am
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An Ode to Aziraphale
Aziraphale,
Yes, I adore you because you are an angel.
A literal angel from Heaven and yet you are not perfect.
I love that you try and do the right thing even when you know your superiors will not like it, even when your plans go awry.
I adore your sassy ass.
I think you are odd and brave and entirely too wrapped in your own head sometimes.
I love the joy you find in Earthly, human things you don't need.
You are adorable when you get annoyed.
It's very, ahh, affecting.
Your silliness makes me giggle and persuades me to be more open and free and unashamed in my own rl.
Your huge heart and openness to learn and to consider others' experience and point of view are themselves a miracle.
Angel or not, you care for the humans you don't entirely understand.
I adore that you fell in love with a demon not because he's handsome, but because he's kind and considerate, and because he cares.
I adore how much you rankle each other and yet you are each others' worlds.
I love that you pay attention. To things that may seem as ephemeral as an actor's enjoyment in playing a role, or the playwright's success with it.
I adore you for trying to cheer up a friend who you knew was very likely doing things you should be wanting to punish him for.
I love that after 6000 years with humans, watching them murder each other in increasingly innovative ways you still melt at signs of love between them.
I adore that you are happy to do things imperfectly even though you could miracle everything to be impeccable every time.
This goes for your worn, loved clothes as well.
I adore that you implicitly trust a demon.
And that you taught him to trust more as well.
I adore that you pay attention to what others do and not what they say.
I adore you for not giving up.
I adore you for making the hardest decision to have a shot at the best possible future.
You deserve to be happy angel.
And adored.
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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
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Rain: jellyfish have survived 600,000 years without brains
Dew: oh good, a ray of hope for Swiss
#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost ghouls#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#swiss ghoul#incorrect ghouls quotes
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REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID
I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it
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hiii i just very recently got into ghost so i just wanted to know if you have any recomendations on a specific album i should listen to first or if u have like a fav song u think is underrated or smth
also no pressure to answer this u just seem very nice and i dont know any other ppl who like ghost lol but yeah no worries if u dont want to
Hey sweetie, I only started listening to Ghost a few years back so I understand your hesitation. Thank you so much for the ask, youāre too kind š«¶š»
Personally, I started off listening to the Meliora album from 2015, its was originally what started my obsession š«£. My favourite is I believe, but I also have a soft spot for Missionary Man (itās my happy groove song, thereās just something about it). I hope this helped Honey, feel free to swing me a message any time š«¶š»š«¶š»
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Shut (and I canāt stress this enough) the fuck up
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Sleepless nights - Shadowhunters.
Summary: You always have sleepless nights, when you go to train like usual you find someone else there already.
Warning: training/Sparring, mentions of injury/blood, mentions of nightmares.
Pairing: Alec Lightwood x GN!reader (platonic).
Word count: 1,340.
I tossed and turned with a huff, my eyes fluttering restlessly, kicking the duvet off me. It was a running joke with me and the Lightwood that sleep was for the weak but in reality, it was because I could never sleep a whole night. The nightmares made it impossible and though on the outside it seemed funny, it was draining me rather quickly. Irritated, I swung my legs out of bed and groaned with my head in my hands. Even if I managed to doze off, it was already two-thirty and everyone would start waking up soon enough.
Staying shrouded in the darkness, I managed to drag on clothes. Opening the door which softly creaked in protest. The institute was deadly silent bar the occasional snore from behind doors.
Izzy was a deep sleeper and swore she didn't do anything as ghastly as snore but the obnoxiously loud sound creeping from her bedroom defied her protests. I grinned, shaking my head as I passed her room and padded down the corridor, becoming a little less cautious as screens and monitors came into view. I wandered towards the training suites, slowing once more when I noticed the lights were already on. The echoing of a punching bag made me consider perhaps Jace was already in there like he was when he couldn't sleep too.
I crept in the direction of the noise, peering around one of the pillars, surprised to find Alec rather than the suspected blond. I had never seen him training at this time before. It was no secret that he didn't sleep well either but he tended to stay in his room to occupy himself. His grunts of effort ricocheted through the room as he went to town on the bags. With the way his knuckles were wrapped, I could only imagine the bruising he would have later on.
"Knock Knock," I called softly, tapping the stone pillar with a tired smile. "Didn't think anyone would be in here."
"Y/N, what're you doing up?" His voice was gruff, a tired edge clinging to his words as he panted.
"I could ask you the same thing," I teased, noticing the humour flew over his head. He looked drained and worn down, almost grey under the training room lights. "I just couldn't sleep, I come here to work stuff off when it gets too much is all. What about you?"
"Couldn't sleep either." He landed a few more hits on the leather bag before stilling it with his hands. His hesitance was apparent as he stared at the scuffed floor. "Had a nightmare, needed to do something to work it out." I wandered farther into the room, crossing my arms as I did.
"Hmm, I get it, most nights I'm in here for that reason. By the Angel, our dreams like to keep us on our toes huh?" I smiled grimly, picking up a sparring pole, and holding out a second one for my fellow shadowhunter. "Wanna work off some steam? I could use a partner, the dummies don't tend to fight back. Makes it too easy." He considered for a moment before unwrapping his hands. He usually had a knack for wrapping them properly but I winced at the sight of his bruised and slightly bloody skin. It really was a bad one. I made a mental note to remind him to activate his Iratze later.
"Jace mentioned that you spend a lot of time in here when the institute sleeps." His statement seemed nonchalant like he understood why it wasn't a general topic of conversation. I threw the second pole towards him as he walked down the steps and into the sparring area, grinning as he caught it with an expert spin.
"Yeah, explaining it is a pain and I'm used to it by now, I'm lucky if I get a couple hours a night but my body doesn't complain anymore." I shrugged despite the concern on his face. I knew it wasn't healthy to barely sleep, especially using up energy on training. But, there was no chance my brain was getting with the program of producing enough melatonin and blocking out the nightmares so powering through was the best option. Moving into my beginning stance, I span my own staff in my hands. "Anyway, I still do my job just as well ao its not an issue."
"Have you tried any magic or potions to stop the dreams? I'm sure Magnus could rustle something up for you." I shook my head, blocking his first hit with ease as we started to warm up.
"I wouldn't want to be any trouble, besides, I've taken potions before and they just made me feel like crap. Honestly, I'm used to it." I threw myself towards him with a little more ferocity than he expected, causing him to stumble with widened eyes.
"Magnus is the high warlock of Brooklyn, his wouldn't make you feel awful," he pressed, recovering from his surprise. I nodded slightly but gave him a pointed look to drop it, the room falling into a rhythm of clashing metal, heavy breathing and the occasional grunt from the pair of us. My focus was solely on the fight, my emotions channelling into the fight.
"You should talk to someone about your dreams." I panted, "I know this isn't the first time you've been up." My breath caught in my throat at a particularly rough lunge. "I see your light under the door when I walk past, can hear you shuffling around." I slid to the ground as he got the upper hand on me. I took the opportunity and knocked him down with the pole, the sound echoing through the room.
"It doesn't matter, too much explaining like you said and I do my job too." He ground out, using my own words against me. He hauled himself to his feet, leaving his pole on the floor where it had rolled away. I continued to push against him with my own, swinging and spinning the pole, allowing him to counteract with his hands.
"Look, all I'm saying is it can help. Sometimes Izzy listens to mine but there's only so much she can listen to." I wiped the hair back from my face with a huff.
"I don't want to speak about it, I can handle it." I scoffed at his answer, yelping as he yanked the sparring pole from my hands, sending me flying. The pole twirled in his hand dangerously as he stalked over to my sprawled-out body. I gasped as the air was dragged from my lungs.
"Look," ignoring the way my voice cracked I squinted up at him, gathering myself. "I'm offering you an outlet. If you don't want to talk then you're more than welcome to come here when you have a bad night. I'm here every night anyway so train with me. I won't make you talk, won't pressure you, just fight unless you want to. Talk. You just have to say the words." He gazed down at me, looking confused before offering me a hand up.
"Only training, no questions unless I want to?" Alec's voice was unsure but I nodded in confirmation and encouragement.
"I'm a good listener, I don't mind you talking at me just as much as I don't mind a nighttime training partner." I smiled, placing the poles back on their stand, rolling my shoulders out as I did. "We should go get ready for the day. It's almost five and I need a good scrub before breakfast." I gestured towards his hands before I left. "Don't forget to activate your Iratze, those knuckles look sore."
"Hey Y/N," I paused, swinging back around. "Thank you, and I can listen too if you need it." I smiled widely, nodding in thanks before leaving. That was a huge step for Alec, but to hear him say that made happiness spread through my chest as I walked through the rousing institute.
Perhaps I'd take him up on the offer sometime.
#shadowhunters#shadowhunters imagines#shadowhunters imagine#the mortal instruments#the mortal instruments imagines#alec lightwood#alexander lightwood#reader imagine#reader insert#x reader
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Clary: raises brow higherā¦
Jace: I am a responsible adult!
Clary: *raises brow*
Jace: I am an adult.
#tmi#the mortal instruments#the shadowhunter chronicles#clarissa fairchild#clary fairchild#clary fray#jace herondale#jace lightwood#jace wayland
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Especially if Alec is the one thatās asks for his help š that man is āØsmittenāØ š„¹
Shadowhunters: We have a problem.
Magnus:Ā BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!
*helps anyway*
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Poor baby š he does love his interior design šš«¶š»
Alec: are you crying right now?
Magnus: *sobbing* this book is too fucking sad
Alec:
Alec: it's an interior design magazine
Magnus: *still sobbing* yeah, the designs fucking suck
#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood#the mortal instruments#the shadowhunters chronicles#tmi#incorrect shadowhunter quotes#alexander lightwood
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Jace: No one calls Jonathan Christopher Wayland Morgenstern Herondale Lightwood a thief.
Alec: No oneās got the time.
#jace herondale#alec lightwood#the mortal instruments#jace wayland#alexander lightwood#tmi#shadowhunters
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Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain
coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)
panting (thereās a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)
keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)
trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)
sobbing (weeping is a synonym but iāve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like āhe let out a quiet sobā)
whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)
clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)
writhing/thrashing (maybe someoneās holding them down, or maybe theyāre in bed alone)
crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)
dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)
wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)
doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they donāt actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)
heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someoneās breathing, ex. āheaving breathsā but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)
gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)
murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)
hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, thatās why i like to mix other words like these in)
stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak ā when someoneās in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)
staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)
recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)
pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)
Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!
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my most extreme kink is feeling wanted. not like sexually or anything but kinda just as a person
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Ourgoodshadows is just superwholock but gayer and the main ships are actually canon
#ofmd#our flag means death#good omens#good ineffable omens#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#ourgoodshadows#supernatural#doctor who#bbc sherlock#superwholock
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