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LIKE for a starter !!

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i can’t help but CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK.

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ON HIATUS UNTIL JULY 26 TH

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                               + –     creatriix

       His back is slouched into what, for most, would be an UNCOMFORTABLE position, but he’s learned to adopt it after years of curling in on himself. Alec knows that, now that he’s an adult, he should try and lose the mannerism as he had done with so many more IMPORTANT things, but every time he tries to adjust himself into a more RESPECTABLE position, like his father with a dignified gaze and tense stance, he slowly, but surely, slumps. For the fifth time this evening, Alec becomes aware of his slipping composure, and yanks his ' shoulders backward and his chin ever-so-slightly up '. Painfully acknowledging that Clary has probably seen him recite this mantra over and over again, the Lightwood boy emits a small cough, and turns back towards her with a level stare. 

                         ❝ As I was saying, ❞

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                               + –     vaniiidad​

                   With a swift, albeit, light smack to the back of his sister’s head, Alec readies his face into the most PISSED mien he can muster, brows lowering to thin ink-blue eyes into SLITS. Hands curl into fists at his sides, now sharp arches and pale planes, but he can tell that his face is flushed a vibrant red. An unfortunate habit -- Almost every single emotion that he lets slip through seems to carry along a FLUSH. 

                       ❝ What the HELL was that for !? ❞

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                                + --     flameveined​ 

                   Blue bottle eyes move to meet near the bridge of his nose, two pale, calloused digits from his free hand CURLING around a stray lock of floppy hair. After a moment of inspection, Alec’s gaze moves back towards his Parabatai, brows creased in question as he gives a brief chew of his chapped lower lip. He's not particularly self-conscious about his hair -- In fact, he's been trying pre-tty hard to make it as long as possible without being too attention drawing. Alec is more BEMUSED, than anything. 

                        ❝ I can see just FINE. What use would a haircut be ?? ❞

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SHRIEKS. I’M BACK

LIKE FOR A STARTER I’M SO SORRY FOR THAT HIATUS 

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I WAS TOLD WHEN I GET OLDER ALL MY FEARS WOULD SHRINK,

BUT NOW I’M INSECURE AND I CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK.

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BRIEF HIATUS

I’ll be out camping for two days. Feel free to Skype me @ soxky.soxky – But I’m not sure I’ll have reception. Bye !!

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my relationship with my siblings is either  

   ❝ yo I’ll help YOU hide the body ❞

                                  OR

❝ dont even BREATH in my direction ❞

                 there's no in between

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RECKLESS

“Do you have a better idea on how to track down that demon? Because if you do, I’d sure love to hear it!” Rin snaps, the lower lid of one of his eyes twitching as his tail lashes behind him. The half-demon knew better than anyone how foolhardy the plans he came up with were, but it wasn’t like they had many other options at this point.

“It’s already far enough away that I can’t even sense it anymore. How else are we supposed to draw it in? Besides, I’ve attracted all the demonic activity in an area before. It’s easy.” Okay, attracting the attention was easy thanks to his heritage– dealing with all the attention was way harder. But they didn’t need to focus on that right now.

                           Black locks curl over sea-glass eyes, flopping along with a brief shake of his head. Plans are meant to be thought out from TOP to BOTTOM -- Not leaving anything left uncharted in between. This isn’t a plan -- It’s an outline chalked out with dust. Alec takes another step forward, brow lowering to cut his eyes into slits. There isn’t any way that he’s willingly going through with the risk bringing all sorts of different demonic forms into one place, and even if he has to PHYSICALLY RESTRAIN the other, the Shadowhunter isn’t letting him, either. New York isn’t exactly PEACEFUL when it comes to it’s ample amount of magic, dark or otherwise. 

                         ❝ Just because it’s easy doesn’t mean that it’s SAFE. ❞

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UGHHH I’M SORRY FOR NOT BEING SUPER ACTIVE BUT I’M SPENDING A LOT OF TIME ON MY OC BLOG BECAUSE ZIYA IS MY LITTLE TINY ANGRY WARLOCK BABE ??? AHH 

  anyways

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hp aesthetic → ravenclaw [g] [h] [s]

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                                        edrord from x

                                          He attempts to steady his boyfriend by leaning forward and extending an arm over and around the blonde’s shoulders, brows creased and lined with a thin layer of nervous sweat. Alec grabs for the nearly EMPTY bottle in Ed’s hand, but ends up grabbing for empty space, instead. By the Angel, he HATES taking care of drunk people -- They (especially Edward, considering the fact that Alec already worried about said alchemists life on a daily basis) only added to his copious amount STRESS levels. Still ;; Alec can’t help but flash a small grin at those three slurred words, sweet in his ears even as they are coated with a thick screen of alcohol, letting his face flash a shade pinker. He hopes that he can pin the blush on his own bottle of beer.

                                ❝ Okay, Ed, I THINK -- ❞

                                         KNOW

                                ❝ That it’s time to go home now. ❞