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Season 1 vs. Season 2

( Can we please take a minute to look at Magnus’ hand. Always aims to touch  Alec, but pulls his hand back at the last second. Because he respects him and doesn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.  He will wait for the smallest sign of permission before he do it.  And the way they look at each other, the way Magnus talks .. Damn, it makes me so emotional. )

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alec lightwood in every episode: the descent into hell isn’t easy (1x02)

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Alec Lightwood in every episode:                                      1x03 // Dead Man’s Party

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Shadowhunters Favorites ➧  Hero, Alec Lightwood

“I think a hero is any person really intent on making this a better place for all people.” – Maya Angelou

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malec + face touching :(

for anon.

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magnus and alec + hosting

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shadowhunters appreciation: favourite outfits (magnus bane)

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#mood 24/7

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five months of shadowhunters - soundtrack

We were worlds apart So I fell from the stars I travelled long and I travelled far Then deep in the dark I followed a spark And it led straight to your heart There’ll be oceans for us to tread There’ll be bridges for us to mend But I’ll stick through it Oh, I swear There’ll be mountains for us to climb There’ll be days when the sun won’t shine But I’ll stick to it Oh, I swear

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#two kinds of people

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1x12 | 3x22

requested by @lakritzwolf​

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— princes of the universe.

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Malec is that engaged couple who lovingly argue about every choice because they both want certain things like Alec: these flowers were the ones you had in the loft that first night I fell asleep on your couch Magnus: oh this bakery can do our cake it’s the first place you took me after that mission! Isabelle: ... I already planned his first wedding. Good luck you two ffs Maryse: this vodka is the one I gave Magnus at your first jointly hosted event *sobs*

literally their entire wedding encompasses the totality of their time together and everybody’s gonna be like “why is there shitty beef stew for dinner” and magnus and maryse are going to be in their seats sniffling like “alec cooked this for us at our first dinner together”

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#petty husbands

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#dare

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One. Two. Three.

Alec’s fingers trail lazily down the knobs of Magnus’ spine, counting as he goes, finding pleasure in the simple fact that he’s awake before Magnus for the first time in ages without the weight of a schedule to force him out of bed. His eyes are barely open, still halfway between wakefulness and slumber, but Magnus remains completely out, his own erratic commitments in Singapore and Montevideo and Accra exhausting him, taking him away from home later and earlier than Alec likes. It makes it all the more priceless that Alec gets a whole two hours on this Tuesday morning to do this.

To just look at Magnus, in these rare quiet moments they can steal.

Magnus is facing away from Alec, a reversal of the position they adopt almost every night when Magnus curls his body around Alec’s, the breadth of his chest pressed to Alec’s back, a solid shield between Alec and the anxious nightmares that exist outside of their home. Sometime in the middle of the night, though, they’d reversed, and Alec had woken with his arm around Magnus’ waist, his nose tickled by the soft hair at the nape of Magnus’ neck as he clung to Magnus’ length.

Alec breathes, then draws his hand further down. Four. Five. Six.

There’s something about Magnus like this – laid bare under Alec’s gaze, vulnerable and unprotected – that makes Alec’s throat full. Because Magnus chose Alec, trusts Alec, wants Alec, which means that Alec is the only one who gets to see him like this, this version of him underneath diaphanous silks and jewel-toned prints. See him open and honest when the makeup comes off to reveal the man beneath. See the scars across his elbows from childhood, when he hadn’t known how to heal himself. See the smooth, broad expanse of a back that Magnus is usually afraid to show, for fear of a dagger coming too close.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

Alec’s gaze latches onto the strong curve of Magnus’ shoulder, following the line that tapers sharply into his waist, before looking up again along the indent of his spine to the smooth dip and roll of muscle near the jut of Magnus’ shoulder blade. Easily, Alec leans forward and presses a kiss there, tongue tasting the sweet, sleep-sated flavor of Magnus’ skin. Then he does the same on the other side, huffing a little under his breath when Magnus shifts, fascinated at the way all of these muscles and joints and bones make up the man Alec could spend eons being in love with.

Alec abandons the count when Magnus turns over, flipping onto his other side, cheek pillowed onto the swell of his bicep as he gets comfortable. It’s not often that Alec gets to use the word “cute” to describe Magnus, but that’s what he is now, with his hair falling messy over his forehead, his bowed lips parted, faint snuffles coming from his nose. It reminds Alec of the morning after their first night together, which had also been the first time he’d seen Magnus barefaced. Almost more mindblowing than waking up in bed after having had a whole night to be with Magnus had been the realization that Magnus, like this, was just as heartstoppingly beautiful as he’d been on that evening in Pandemonium when Alec had caught sight of that face.

“Magnus,” he whispers now, breath fanning across the minimal space between them. “You awake?”

Magnus’ chest rises and falls, but he remains asleep.

“Okay,” Alec says to himself. Shrugging internally, he scoots down the bed, fitting his knees under the bend of Magnus’ legs, and tucks his head under Magnus’ chin. It’s warm, here, comfortable, a little bit perfect because how cocooned he feels, which makes it all the easier for Alec to press his forehead to the hollow of Magnus’ throat and fall asleep again, or at least until Magnus stirs and kisses him good morning an hour later.