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kit: bet u cant think of a phrase on the spot without using the letter a

ty: you thought you just did something, didn’t you? well, sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the english lexicon 

kit: ty wtf

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Ty and (ghost) Livvy ✨

From Queen of Air and Darkness by @cassandraclare

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IM IN LOVE W/ THIS

Kit curling Ty’s hair!

Based on a concept by @thekittyartifices and the characters by @cassandraclare

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ty and mark!! :)

Who is your favorite blackthorn?

My favorite is Julian! 🎨🥞

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He grinned, and the grin changed his face completely. Ty when he was still and expressionless had an intensity that fascinated Kit; when he was smiling, he was extraordinary. - Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

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Kit: Hey Ty, is your face McDonald's? Cause I'm lovin' it! *finger guns*

Ty: Who's McDonald?

Kit: *sighs* Nevermind

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credit to @emmilinne for the drawing :)

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tiberius blackthorn's hair is the only straight thing about him

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Belonging (Kit x Ty)

Kit lay in his bed, his mind whirling with thoughts of Ty. His cheeks were flushed and his skin itchy; he was frustrated because he knew he was only torturing himself by thinking about the boy who wouldn’t like him back. With all his might, he tried not to focus on the incessant thoughts; to focus on something, anything else. But of course he was unsuccessful.

Groaning in annoyance, Kit sat bolt upright and stared at the wall in front of him; his room illuminated by the soft light of his bedside lamp.

He remembered that Ty was somewhere in the Institute right now and wondered what he was doing. At this very moment, maybe Ty was sitting, back hunched, with his nose buried in a book. Or was he, just like Kit, restless and unable to sleep? He longed to be close to Tiberius, to lay beside him and feel the body heat radiating off his soft skin. To run his hands through Ty’s silky, black hair. To wrap his arms around the boy protectively and lovingly, and to breathe in the scent of books and new paper he always carried.

Kit never would’ve thought he would feel so strongly about anyone, especially a boy. He sighed sadly; doubting that Ty even had romantic interest at all, let alone in Kit himself. Though he desperately hoped that wasn’t true. The problem was, these intense feelings scared him. Really scared him. He didn’t think it would be possible to pretend to Ty that his feelings were purely platonic. Not now that they took over almost every fibre of his being. No, Kit would have to do something.

At that moment, Kit promised himself that he was going to tell Ty soon. Besides, if Ty didn’t reciprocate his feelings, and their friendship was ruined, Kit would just leave the Institute. He would run away. Besides, he would’ve done that ages ago if it wasn’t for the grey-eyed boy. Ty was like an anchor keeping Kit connected to the Shadow World. Without him, Kit would have nothing to stay for.

Laughing quietly, he remembered the first time they met. Ty was holding a knife to Kit’s throat, yet rather than fearing for his life, Kit’s first thought had been ‘How beautiful,’ as he gazed upon the young Blackthorn.

Kit was drowning in memories, absorbed in the images of Ty’s smile. His real, genuine smile. Kit remembered the sense of pride and accomplishment he felt whenever he was the cause of this mesmerising expression. How he would take in every detail of the sight before him, committing it perfectly to his memory. And how he would spend hours recalling Ty’s features. How Tiberius’ eyes would shine with happiness, sparkling brighter than any star. How they would crinkle at the corners, in the most adorable way, and how his tongue would stick out a little between his teeth as he smiled his radiant grin.

Kit began to feel sleepy now; comforted by the warmth that thinking about Ty gave him. As he snuggled under his blankets, a quick knock sounded from the door, releasing him from his tired state. It was a pattern he recognised; tap, tap-tap, tap, tap-tap, tap. The only person who knocked like that was Tiberius Blackthorn.

Before Kit had time to respond, the door swung open and there stood the boy who consumed his every thought. His coal-black hair was ruffled and messy, and his pyjamas were crinkled and stuck to his skin. 
Looking down at the floor, Ty walked hesitantly towards Kit and sat on the edge of his bed.

Now that he was closer, Kit noticed that his friend’s eyes were red and puffy and there was a glossy seal over his irises. With a pang of pain-which he swore he actually felt in his heart- Kit realised Ty had been crying.

He reached out to put his arm around the boy but thought better of it and instead asked, “What would you like me to do?”

“Just- Rub my back. Please.”

Kit moved to sit closer and put a tentative hand on Ty’s shoulders, lowering it to his back and moving it in slow circles, pushing hard enough that the boy would be comforted by the pressure.

“Why were you crying?” Kit inquired, looking worriedly at the person he adored so much.

Ty hesitated, and proceeded to open and close his mouth several times, before he blurted out, “I’m in love with you and I wish I wasn’t. I saw you kissing Livvy and I know you don’t like boys. It’s not- You- Just, please don’t hate me.”

Kit jumped back in surprise, almost falling off his bed. Was he dreaming? This couldn’t possibly be real. After all the time he had spent fearing rejection, here was Ty telling him that he loved him too. Kit felt elation surge through him and happiness shot through his body. He wanted to say something romantic or smart but knew that Ty would appreciate him getting straight to the point.

“Tiberius… I think I might love you too.”

The Blackthorn boy looked up and stared at an invisible point above Kit’s head. His eyes glittered with what could only be described as pure, true love, and his features relaxed. It was then that he pulled Kit closer to him.

“Kit, can I kiss you?” He breathed, his voice muffled by Kit’s blonde hair. The two boys were pressed against each other in a warm embrace, taking in the feel of their hands and arms and bodies intertwined. Kit broke away from the closeness and nodded.

“Please,” was all he said as Tiberius touched his face gently, cupping his cheeks and tracing lines on his jaw, before pulling him forward. Slowly, each action dripping with intimacy and longing, Ty leaned forward to connect their lips.

The kiss was gentle and caring and lasted minutes until both boys broke away, tired and content. They lay down together and wrapped themselves in blankets, basking in the new sense of belonging they had found in each other.

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Ty's hair?

Ok but Ty has straight hair. Straight hair. Am I the only one who always imagines him with curly, unruly hair?

But can you imagine one day Ty and Kit are out in the streets and they see a hair curler in a shop window, and Tiberius asks Kit what it is, so he laughs and buys it just to show his friend. And then he hands it to Ty, who's giggling because of this strange object and 'why would anyone want to curl their hair?' And they find themselves both in Kit's room late that night and they decide to curl each other's hair, because Kit thinks it'll be fun.

They end up really close to each other, and both boys are blushing. And Ty accidentally burns the tip of Kit's ear, and when he sees Kit's eyes widen in pain, Ty pales and slowly leans forward to kiss his ear. Then he stays right there, as close to Kit as he can be. And they just stare at each other. And Kit reaches out and touches Ty's hair, stroking it until they fall asleep in their little heap of blankets.

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If Kit Herondale was a nurse...

would he be a first aid kit?

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sometimes ryan ross' beauty makes me wanna faint