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M’gann was somewhat relieved and un-nerved at the same time by Jace’s cool reaction to her brief summary to his question. He always handled a new threat, new challenge with such ease it was astonishing at times. M’gann moved to stand, moving towards the bathroom door, into her bedroom. “If you give me a moment, I can meet you in the kitchen…I’m going to put something more comfortable on.” She motioned to her jeans and the tank top which had beads of water soaked into the collar. “I promise to answer any and all questions to my knowledge…” M’gann promised holding up three fingers to single scouts honor.

She didn’t wait long for his answer, nor for him to leave before she rumaged through the small amount of clothes she had tucked in a suitcase. M’gann never took any clothes out of their, nor did she unpack into any home. A soft blue t-shirt and a pair of wool shorts were her options on pajamas. “You always are so calm about anything I tell you about me…It’s refreshing and alarming.” She admitted honestly, tucking hair behind her ear, as she adjusted the sling off her arm to remove her tank top.

For a moment, Jace stayed and watched her. There was nothing lewd about it and later it would have been hard for him to say if she had undressed or not.

He watched the way she moved.

Graceful, yes, but not the loose and effortless grace given to Clary by her Angelic blood. It was the careful, composed grace of discipline and a kind of pride that had nothing to do with ego.

Her words startled him out of his observation and he realised that he should have left the room. Now that he had been acknowledged, he shrugged, folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, feet crossing at the ankles. "I fight demons on a daily basis and my parabatai is dating a warlock. Aliens and telekinetic powers really aren't that unusual."

Which was … stretching it a little. It worried him and the knowledge that she could simply stroll into his head if she pleased and do whatever she pleased there was unnerving (he realised that it should be more so and that it wasn't was probably more frightening than her ability to do so), but in the grand scheme of things … well, it didn't matter if he was fighting a Greater Demon from hell or mindless monstrosities from Mars.

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Had it been anyone else, Lydia would have had a short, logical explanation for why she was perfectly capable of opening a window herself. How the baby was about the size of a cherry, and perfectly happy swimming in their very safe, shock-absorbent pool. And potentially also that there was no risk of elevation sickness from either stepping up two feet, or from opening the window.

But Jace wasn’t just anyone. And if a sheepishly aborted ‘hey!’ was the worst she had to deal with? Well… when everything seemed out of control, Lydia could empathize with the desire to manage the things you could.

Much more importantly, he hadn’t finished the sentence.

“Of course I do,” She sidestepped tactfully with a smile, “I plan to keep living here, and I can’t call you for help every time I want to open the window.” Leaning out of the way, one hand resting on the sill for balance, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief when the sash finally gave way.

She hadn’t wholly realized how stuffy it was getting inside, and the sudden gust of cold, fresh air came as a relief. “Oh that’s better..” She exhaled, half closing her eyes for a moment, and taking a slow, deep breath. “All of this unpacking is hot work. I don’t think I’m going to do it again for a while!”

Resisting the impulse to touch Jace’s shoulder for balance (she needed her space. He needed his. She was going to respect that) Lydia hopped carefully down from the table. After all, even if it was safe, there was no reason to be careless! “He lectured you on…”

She stopped, the corners of her mouth pinching together as she tried not to burst out laughing. “Oh Jace… That must have been…” And then he was, and the tension in the air seemed to finally pop, the weight of it vanishing from the air. “And it’s a little late for it now, anyway. You can tell him we’ll remember his advice for the future, though!’

The laughter, light and refreshing and shared between them like water on a hot summer day, seemed to change Jace's entire demeanor.

He hadn't realised how much tension and apprehension had clung to him, having thought he had shed that during training, but when it was gone and replaced with this, whatever it was, between him and Lydia, the same thing that had taken away the pain and anger and bone-deep sorrow after losing Clary, he was shockingly aware of how much he had dreaded meeting Lydia again and seeing her as fragile and vulnerable as she had looked in that hospital room. But now she was laughing and vibrant as she had been hovering over him in …

His thoughts screeched to a halt half-way between the memory and something about Clary and the sheer desperation he had felt when he had thought she was his sister and how now he couldn't find the relief he was sure he ought to in the knowledge that she wasn't.

'For the future'

"What?", Jace choked and blinked at her.

He was shocked at the fact that a part of him gave what was probably a simple throwaway comment on her part some serious consideration.

'For the future'

"I … "

Lydia still had laughter in her eyes and Jace realised that it had just been an off-hand thing to say. Nothing she had given any serious consideration and he schooled his face back into a smile. "I'll let him know.", he joked then and shook his head, the hysterical hilarity of drained-away tension gone. "He's made it clear that whatever we need, he'll help."

He looked around then, not allowing himself to wonder if it was genuine interest or just avoiding her eyes. "And … if you need any help. I'm here. I meant what I said. I …", he stopped, drew a breath and squared his shoulder. "I might not be the … the father you'd hope for, but at least I'll be here."

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eloquated:

“I think I can endure a little company. I was just trying to figure out how to get the window open– it feels like someone glued it shut when they left.” Which was impossible, but it was the only explanation she could find for why it was completely seized in place!

Well, and it was just silly enough that she hoped it would put Jace a little more at ease.

Stepping out of the way, Lydia let him into the half unpacked space. It was small, but it would certainly work for a couple, or a family of three– which was what it had been designed for. At least, it would when there some some furniture, and a lot less boxes!

“The rumour mill was waiting when I stepped out of the portal.” She admitted with a long suffering sigh that was just a bit too genuine to be entirely feigned. “I don’t know what they were expecting to see. I’ve only been gone a few weeks, and I was hardly going to have your name printed across my chest. Their curiousity isn’t life threatening, so they can remain curious.”

Moving over to the window, because the small set of rooms really was quite stuffy, Lydia stepped back up onto the coffee table she had been using to reach. She could have asked for help, but it didn’t really cross her mind.

“How did Alec take it?”

"Uhm … yeah. The windows sometimes get stuck. You need to …", he mimed something vague and clumsy in the air between them as he stepped past her into the room and immediately focused on the offending object. It was something he could do while acclimatising to standing in her space with this new knowledge between them. It beat standing around like an idiot, he thought.

"Hey! You …", he protested when she lifted herself up on the table with barely a hitch to her step.

You what? a voice in his mind asked. You shouldn't do that in your state?

She was a Shadowhunter, for the Angel's sake. She had spent her life up until now fighting demons and launching herself across rooftops in chases. A stuck window and a coffee table barely reaching past his knees didn't even register on their scale of danger.

"… don't have to do that.", he finished lamely. "Let me … I'll show you. It needs a bit of a push in the opposite direction. Like this."

He'd stepped around her and was leaning awkwardly over the coffee table, the edge of it pressing hard against his leg, but he pushed at the window, against the hinges, as he twisted the latch and with one more shove outside, it opened with a painful creak of wood and metal.

"There."

Stepping back, Jace rubbed his palms against his thighs and shrugged. "Apparently the Angel's influence or Magnus' magic can't prevent the wood from warping when the weather changes."

And then there was the threat of awkward silence or a stilted conversation and Jace felt the uncomfortable prickle of it on his hands and he almost compulsively repeated the movement of palms against the soft fabric of his pants before her question from before came back to mind.

"He lectured me on condoms.", Jace blurted out before Lydia could say much more and then, realising that that was probably a weird thing to say without context, he added: "Alec. He took it … better than I had thought." and then he laughed and it seemed to take the tension with it. "It's all a bit ridiculous, isn't it?"

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Bedtime for me (to try and get rid of this three day migraine), but in the morning and throughout the day tomorrow, I have every intention of doing some writing here and on Marcus, just in case someone needs a gay exorcist.

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misswhitetogreen:

M’gann shook her head a bit, “No, no, not paperwork. I was gonna ask if you could help me make a snack in the kitchen…People here are still off put when I use my powers to move objects and one handed it’s hard.” She explained before his next topic of discussion put her off guard. M’gann waited patiently for him to put her hair up in the towel, reaching up with her mobile arm to touch it. “These things are still one of the coolest inventions…so simple too.” M’gann noted trying to avoid the topic before rising from the chair, pulling the straps of her shirt up over her shoulders again.  

“We don’t have to tell them what they really are…we could say new form of demon…” She suggested giving him a sort of nervous look. M’gann knew it was probably a long shot that he would agree without know the full story of those creatures. “They are white monsters, creatures from Mars that eradicated almost the entire Green Martian race before taking over the planet. I’m not sure why they are here, but I figure it has to do with the alleged two green martians refugees on Earth.” She explained, her tone going flat as she tried to watch Jace’s expression, rather than invade his mind for his true feelings about what she had to say. “I don’t suppose I could explain more over a snack in the kitchen?” She suggested, giving him a small hopeful smile.

He could have made a comment about how it was obvious that people would be nervous around her. She looked like one of their own and had powers nobody within the Institute or close to it understood. Even Magnus had just shrugged elaborately and told Jace that it wasn't his problem until it was. Meaning unless M'gann caused trouble, Magnus was busy with other things, thank you very much.

Jace couldn't even fault him for that.

Her explanation made his chest expand into the long, careful intake of breath before a sigh. He had *expected* it, in a way. That she was the reason these creatures were there, right in his backyard, on the heels of one of the biggest wars the Downworld had ever seen.

That she was the reason didn't mean he blamed her for it.

It also didn't mean he didn't think that she owed him an explanation.

When the sigh rushed from his lungs, he shook his head and pushed a hand up through his hair. "They won't leave it alone.", he said finally. "If we tell them that it's some kind of new demon, they won't stop until they have figured out what it is and a lot of good people will die because we're not prepared. You get that, right?"

He caught her eyes and for a second, he seemed to search hers in the same way she could simply walk into his mind and pluck from it what she wanted. He wondered why that didn't scare him more. Why it never had. Then he shook his head to clear it and gestured vaguely to the bathroom door.

"Here's the deal, I'm going to make you sandwiches and you tell me what those … white monsters are. Then, maybe, we can make sure they don't find what they are looking for, alright?"

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She relaxed her head back against the water, her eyes clenching shut as water splashed against her skin. M’gann smiled trying to keep her mouth shut as she wiped the soapy water from her cheek with her good arm. He was so soft and gentle wringing her hair dry. “Well, thank you for divulging yet another talent to me.” M’gann teased him, tilting her head forward some to see his face again. “Also for having my back today. Otherwise a broken arm might have been worse.” She added, now trying to use her good arm to push herself back upwards into a straight sitting position.

Things with Jace had been so simple for her, where as things had been so difficult for him. Everything about him she had just learned to accept. She wouldn’t change his appearance for him, it was more to her than that. Slowly he was understanding how valuable the inside of a person was to her rather than the form they took. How she used Clary’s appearance to force him to start looking for things that were solely M’gann.  “So do you think you could help me with one more task before the end of the night?” M’gann asked curiously, widening those doe like eyes as she waited for a towel.

One dripping hand had already reached out for one of the thick, fluffy towels when she pulled her little move and his expression turned from gentle to deadpan.

"I'm not going to do your paperwork for you. I have enough of my own.", he replied without real heat to it, despite the sharp snap of the material as he pulled the towel off the rack, caused by another quick flick of his wrist. "And I also have to explain extraterrestrial monsters to my superiors on top of it."

The fact that eldritch monstrosities from outer space had been added to his plate shortly after meeting M'gann had nothing to do with his complicated feelings for her, but it surely did nothing to make his life easier.

"You still owe me an explanation what those were."

Despite his tone, his hands were still as careful as they had been the entire time he had been tending to her hair while wrapping the towel around her head, tucking the corner in and piling it into a turban on her crown. 

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M'gann was ... complicated. 

Everything about her was complicated and it wasn't easier now that ... well, that things between him and Clary had gotten more complicated. 

Not only once had he questioned (both in silence and directly to her face) why she couldn't just ... look differently. Not like a perfect carbon copy of Clary. (But she wasn't, was she? Because while she looked like Clary, it was the little things, the twitch of her nose and the tilt of her smile that was uniquely M'gann and made her as easily distinguishable from Clary to Jace as Alec was from Simon)

But just because it was complicated didn't mean she wasn't also fascinating. And Jace had trouble staying away. Why? Well, even if he knew the answer, he didn't think it would change anything about it.

It also didn't change anything about the smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth or the almost accidental flick of his wrist that sprayed her cheek with sudsy water. "I've got my talents.", he replied easily and, once he'd turned off the water, started gently wringing the water from her hair.

💦 (he's done it for Izzy,so why not)

M’gann looked up from the sink, Jace was being unusually nice to her this evening. Agreeing to wash her hair since their last mission ended in her left arm being broken. Her eyes watched him as he rinsed out the last of the shampoo. “You are really good at this…” She commented, “I mean no water or soap in my eyes once.”

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clary: oh my god you slept with jace!

maia: haha funny. you slept with jace

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simon: listen, we all slept with jace, okay?

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maia: what

simon: what

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"I don't care who started it" is the start to "Well, what were you wearing?"

It literally comes from the same mindset and it's no wonder we have those questions if we keep teaching children that it doesn't matter who the original aggressor was.

I get that a lot of people use this rhetoric in an attempt to prevent fights in the first place, but it just doesn't work like that. The children will NOT see that . The only thing they see is that no matter what they do, they get punished. 

So why not be the aggressor? If you get punished anyway?

Or, why say something if someone did you wrong? If you get punished anyway?

Because, after all, nobody cares who started it.

dear caretakers of children: stop telling kids “I don’t care who started it!”. you’re teaching children to ignore unequal power balances. that leads to legitimate belief in things like reverse racism, misandry, heterophobia, etc. you’re teaching children that it’s wrong to retaliate when they are wronged. “who started it” is very, very relevant.

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I keep reading reviews of Ready Player One where it is so clear that people either missed the points in the book entirely, or just outright didn't read the book (despite comparing the movie with the book).

I am so sorry, but I cannot take any review of the movie seriously that claims the book was celebrating 'toxic nerd culture'. One of the biggest turning points for Wade in the book was him realising that Halliday's entire Egg Hunt is bullshit and just an old man using his fortune to force people to like all the things he liked and was ridiculed for in his youth. The book makes a point of showing how shitty that is. It does not 'celebrate toxic nerd culture', it shows how someone who was always bullied for being a nerd became himself a bully (however mild).

Yes, I liked the book. I didn't love it, but I liked it. It was easy to read, it was fun and it actually had some good points to make. But this is not the reason why I'm fuming about this.

I hate everything about the movie. The movie takes the worst, most boring parts of the book and changes so many things in a way that does not make any sense whatsoever (why the fuck did Halliday program the first trial to wait five years to show up? In the book it at least made SENSE why it took so long. Also, in the book it was a DnD challenge and I will never forgive them for not including that), they, contrary to what some reviews say, took away a lot of the depth to the OASIS and they turned it into just a one and a half hour long trailer of one cool looking but ultimately pointless scene after the other.

The film removed all the aspects of the OASIS that showed that it is more than just a place to spend your money and do some mindless gaming. It failed completely in showing that no, the OASIS is not all about the nostalgia nerd stuff. In fact, most of the OASIS is not. It is JUST the Egg Hunt.

I am usually not a person who goes 'The book was SO much better', because most of the time, the changes from book to movie make sense since it is a transition into another medium, but again, this is not the reason I am fuming.

The reason is that first we had people bashing the movie as 'just a nerd circle jerk' without having read more of the book than a synopsis and now we have people who laud the movie as better than the book on grounds that just show that they completely missed the points made in the book.

Maybe those points were just too subtle (hint: they were not!) or maybe we are just collectively losing the ability to see things in moderation and until it is spelled out in big black letters of DIS MUCH BAD PEOPLE WHO DO DIS BAD! these points completely escape most people.

My anger isn't about RPO in particular. As I said, I liked the book, but I didn't love it. My anger is about the fact that this is an instance that shows so clearly that people get away with reporting bullshit formed on half knowledge because it's fashionable to hate on a certain demographic right now. Yes, some of the points in the book were ... very heavy handed or clumsy and I was at times mildly annoyed by the name dropping (which did have a point, though) but it made some good points about how you cannot make a point blank statement about technology being bad, that it'S about moderation. It even makes a point about race and gender and sexuality in a way that is not overstated but still poignant.

It's so popular to hate on the 'white, cis male nerd' right now, that people are SO blind to these things and it really, really bothers me.

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