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#9

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA WILL! 🥰🎉

Will stared out at the midnight London skyline from the window of the Institute’s music room. His parabatai’s violin visible from the corner of his vision, illuminated by the full moon and gathering dust just as it has been for years now.

It’s the first hour of his birthday. Another year spent with his soul’s other half at an arm’s length away from him; close enough to see and to touch, but not close enough to draw into his arms as much as he wanted to, never close enough to pull him back completely into his life again. Some would say Will was lucky. He could still talk to his parabatai when he was supposed to be dead.

Well, Will has always been greedy.

He was a sturdy masculine silhouette in the dead of night, his heart and head playing back memories before his eyes. He was still. He let the world turn while he stayed rooted in the past.

Something wet and warm attached itself on his ankle. Will jumped.

His son was staring at him with wide golden eyes and a wet smile.

“Oh dear.” Will murmured, picking James up off the floor and wiping his assaulted ankle with the blanket his son dragged out of bed with him.

“Why are you awake?” he asked James, wiping at his mouth with the blanket. It came away sticky with saliva. James lunged for his father’s cheek.

“I am not food my darling.” James giggled as Will pulled his mouth away from his cheek with an audible pop! Will grimaced and wiped his cheek with the blanket.

The long and silent journey to his room was made bearable by the tiny warm body snuggled in the crook of his neck. His baby protecting him from the walls of the Institute, thwarting its plans to close in on him with memories that refused to fade. Will dropped a kiss on his son’s head.

Tessa placed the book she was reading on their nightstand. She didn’t seem surprised to see Will enter with James. She patted the place beside her.

Will climbed on the bed and sat James between him and his mother. Tessa reached for her son.

“Why are you awake Jamie?” she asked her son. James didn’t reply, he laid his head on her swollen belly. Tessa smiled. In just a few months she’ll have two little ones running about their home.

She turned to look at Will, who was already looking at her fondly.

“Happy Birthday, love.” she kissed him. “I miss him too.”

“I know.” Will pulled his wife and son into his arms.

“I don’t want you to spend your birthday with that sad smile on your face.” Tessa’s hand came up to trace Will’s mouth.

“Our Jem may not be as near as we want him to be, but we still have other family.” she said.

Will nodded. “Yes, I saw the cake ingredients laid out neatly on the kitchen island.” Tessa laughed.

“Of course you did. You have to act surprised though, unless you want Cecily to scold you for walking around in your own home.” Will snorted. He wasn’t a thespian, Cecily would have to make do with an unsurprised Will.

Tessa kissed his cheek and predicted that breakfast was going to be an interesting affair. Everything always is when the Herondale siblings are together.

Something wet and warm was on her chest, right next to the jade necklace she rarely took off.

“Where is Jamie’s pacifier?” Tessa asked, wiping away at her chest with her son’s already soaked blanket.

“I’ll get it.” Will said softly, his eyes trained on the pendant Tessa wore. He stroked the jade once, reverently, before cupping Tessa’s face and kissing her.

Will headed to his son’s room with a heart clear of melancholy and a plan for some minor injuries that’ll require a certain Silent Brother’s attention. He grinned, knowing that he’ll once again get his way today. His family will be complete, if only for a few hours.

It was his birthday after all.

December 31, 2020

Violet: You aren’t allowed to fall in love with me, okay?

Xaden: That won’t be an issue

[One week later]

Xaden: THERE’S AN ISSUE.

Lol omfg bro this is the best!

I just realised... a potential ship name for James and Grace is... Jace

IF ANYONE POSTS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE SHADOWHUNTER BOOKS (TID, TMI, TDA, TLH, TWP, literally any/all of them) THEN LIKE OR REBLOG THIS POST PLEASE SO I CAN FOLLOW YOU

I just want to bring this back because i have so much love for Rhys and Feyre and i wish we could go back to a time when this fandom wasn’t so hateful and it belonged to the people who love its characters as much as i do.

(P. S. i don’t know if this account still has the same name, i saw this on Pinterest. If it has a different name now feel free to comment it.)

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Do it, do it!

I’m crying, this is so... just... dios mio i don’t have the words.

Rapunzel was Raised to Not Show Physical Affection

We’ve all seen that Gothel makes Rapunzel come to her for hugs, but today I realized it goes deeper than that. Gothel doesn’t want Rapunzel showing physical affection unless she has been given specific permission. Opening her arms is that unspoken permission.

For example, towards the beginning, when she’s reminding Gothel that it’s her birthday tomorrow, she grabs her arm in exuberance. Gothel is put out and then pries Rapunzel’s hands off her arm, all the while pretending she doesn’t remember (or care) that her birthday - something Rapunzel is extremely excited about - is fast approaching.

She also uses Rapunzel’s need for physical affection, deliberately taunting and “teaching” her with it by pretending to offer it, then taking it away immediately.

The first bazzilionty times I saw this movie, I always assumed Rapunzel was relieved to see Gothel towards the end of Mother Knows Best just because she was scared.

But now I realize it’s not only because she’s scared, but because Gothel is now giving Rapunzel permission to seek the creature comfort of physical contact that she so desperately needs after the gamut of fear she’s run.

Eugene, on the other hand, starts showing physical affection as soon as he starts feeling any affection for Rapunzel at all. He uses it as a comfort. Yet Rapunzel keeps her hands to herself.

It continues when he gives her the little flag, touching the small of her back in an affectionate way. But her hands (and attention) are full at this moment.

In fact, the first time she realizes she’s touching him, and he’s touching her, and there’s affection and enjoyment buzzing between them, she’s the first to pull away.

She’s alarmed at first, then apologetic and sheepish. Sorry I was touching you, Eugene. And he politely takes a step back, tuned in to her discomfort and giving her a little more space.

But that is why the moment on the boat is so important, and why Rapunzel has the reaction she does.

In taking Rapunzel’s hand, out of the blue (as far as she can tell), it’s sending her a clear message that he feels the same about her that she does about him, and that physical affection is both alright and wanted. That he will seek out her attention in a way Gothel never has. And from this moment on, she touches him often, holding hands for the rest of the song, brushing his hair from his face as he lay dying, and never letting go of his head, even after he’d died in her arms. Not to mention kissing him when he lives again, holding hands on the balcony while they wait for her parents and end-of-movie smooching.

‘I am confusion’

its not a lie though

type “i am” in the tags and whatever comes up first is your new mandatory kin

Yes just yes

alright, this one is for sweet, sweet anoni!! I tried to draw them with actual human heads, but it looked way too cursed ajskdhjaksh

Also, I tried to do a kinda-rhyme with ‘chicken little’ and ‘chicken gwilym’ but it’s dawning on me now that they might just sound similar from my messed up non-native perspective. Oh well.

I hope you liked it!!