Me When I Read The Title: Yes. Headcannon Accepted. I Don't Even Need To Read The Whole Thing To Know

Me rereading qoaad thinking that this time there might be a KitTy kiss:

Watch Mina fall in love with the blackstairs baby

If Lucie has a crush on Jesse in cog2 that would mean that out of tessa's 4 children at least 3 of them had fallen in love with a Blackthorn at one point.

So basically...

Tessa when she finds out kit is in love with ty: 

When I saw this on Pinterest I immediately thought of all the dumbass characters this applied to

Will, Matthew, Alec when he's mean to Clary, Kieran when he gets Emma whipped, Julian when he's all Slytherin, Kit when he tells Ty he wished they never met, Alastair trying to survive life at the academy, I can't think of any others but I'm SURE that's not it

Alastair Carstairs is the most bottom-y bottom to ever bottom. In this essay I will-

Bruh I'd die, be brought back to life by a Herondale, and die again for my golden retriever

I relate tremendously to Matthew Fairchild in the fact that I, too, would die for my golden retriever.

Okay, can you do Dialogue Prompt 8 for kitty, pls?

Kit knew reconnecting with the Blackthorn’s would be hard, it was why he had put it off for so long. It’s why he was sitting in his room at the LA Institute at three in the morning contemplating all his life decisions instead of reading Sherlock Holmes with Ty or watching horror movies with Dru.

He knew that he should be sleeping but he couldn’t get his mind off of Ty’s blank expressions, and carefully hidden emotions. Ever since Kit had come back Ty had only said about two sentences to him, everyone else had warmed back up to him but Ty wouldn’t, not that Kit blamed him. He knew for a fact that if the roles were reversed Kit would probably be worse than Ty right now.

   He counted it as a blessing.

   Finally, around 4 A.M. Kit fell into a fitful sleep full of empty gray eyes and desperate I love you’s.

   Kit woke up gasping for air, shooting out of his bed so fast he made himself sick. Kit scrambled off his bed and barely made it to the trashcan in the corner of his room before his stomach emptied itself.

   He had dreamt all night about Ty and his insistent need to ignore Kit all the time, he had fallen into a dream about the day his father was murdered, something that only ever happens when Kit is too upset to keep his mind off of it.

   The tears were falling down his face quickly and he tried to catch his breath, broken sobs coming out of his mouth far too loud than he wished. He tried desperately to calm himself, overly aware of the fact that Ty’s room was right across from his and that Ty was a very light sleeper. 

   Kit choked on a sob and heard the door creak open, another sob racked his body as he gave up on trying to be quiet. Someone came to stand next to him and through blurry eyes, he realized it was Ty, who else would it be?

   Kit tried to take in calming breaths but couldn’t get any in. He felt a hand on his shoulder, a light weight somewhat unsure. Without thinking, Kit turned and buried his head in Ty’s chest, long slender arms wrapped around him and he couldn’t find it in himself to muffle the sounds anymore.

   Kit was trembling while Ty just whispered soothingly to him, chin resting on Kit’s head. “Whisper, cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.” Ty repeated softly, his calloused hands running gently through Kit’s tangled hair.

  A feeling of affection washed over Kit as he realized Ty was saying his words, words he was sure that Ty had forgotten, from a conversation what felt like years ago. Ty had remembered though, Kit had remembered Ty’s but he had little faith that Ty would remember his, Ty had always used his brain to store useful knowledge and Kit didn’t count his comfort words as useful knowledge.

   “Kit you’re okay.” Ty whispered softly into Kit’s hair, having shifted so he could bury his face in Kit’s blonde curls. Kit let out a weak whimper. He was considerably calmer now, something that only happened with Ty, but he didn’t want to pull away yet. He didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, he wanted this all the time with Ty, the comfort of having him back, he didn’t want to go back to acquaintances who barely talked to one another.

   Instead of pulling away Kit shifted so he could lay his head in Ty’s lap, somewhat stiffly. Ty continued running his hands through Kit’s hair and Kit couldn’t hold back the sad sound that slipped out of his mouth.

   Ty’s hand stilled momentarily before continuing, Kit couldn’t take the silence anymore and closed his eyes tightly, pain radiating in his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Kit repeated, desperately trying to make Ty understand whilst also trying to come up with better words. 

   The words died on Kit’s tongue when Ty pulled away, Kit’s head falling to the soft mattress. Kit didn’t have the energy to lift his head back up, instead choosing to curl into himself slightly, attempting to prepare himself for Ty inevitably telling Kit that this changed nothing and he wasn’t forgiven.

   He didn’t deserve to be forgiven for what he did to Ty anyway. He makes a mistake in leaving he was well aware of that, though he couldn’t help hope bubbling in his chest.

   Whatever Kit had been expecting it wasn’t for Ty to lay down next to him and in a slightly hesitant voice say, “You know I’m always here for you right?” Kit froze, his mind automatically taking defense mode. 

   Ty didn’t care about him, Kit had hurt him more than anyone ever should have. He didn’t deserve Ty being there for him, he didn’t deserve his forgiveness, he didn’t even deserve the kindness Ty and the rest of the Blackthorn’s had given him.

   Kit looked desperately at Ty. “No. No.” Kit said, hysteria climbing in his voice. The tears were coming again, faster this time. “No.” Kit repeated, voice breaking embarrassingly. Ty shook his head fiercely, his voice stubborn and unwavering. “I am. I’ll always be here for you.” Kit shook his head bringing his hands up to his face in a weak attempt to hide his tears.

   “You shouldn’t be. Ty, I don’t deserve that. You don’t- you shouldn’t- I can’t-” Kit broke off with a pitiful cry and suddenly Ty’s arms were around him again. Ty hugged him tighter than before, one arm wound tightly around his back, his hand knotting in the soft fabric of Kit’s pajama shirt, the other holding Kit’s head to his chest.

   Kit melted into Ty, his arms going around Ty’s middle, tears soaking Ty’s gray shirt. Ty buried his head in Kit’s neck and Kit realized with a start that it wasn’t just him trembling. Kit went to pull back, afraid he had upset Ty with the amount of physical touch he was giving but Ty just held him closer which only made Kit cry harder. Kit cursed himself for holding his emotions in which was causing him to cry far more than he normally would.

   “It doesn’t matter whether you deserve it or not, which you do, by the way, it’s my choice Christopher and I mean it, I will always be here for you.” Kit hugged him tightly, his hands twisting in Ty’s, holding him desperately afraid that if he let go Ty would disappear and Kit would wake up again.

   “I’m sorry.” Kit said breathlessly and he felt rather than saw Ty shake his head. “Stop. Don’t be, you’re okay Kit.” Ty paused for a moment before stating quietly, “And so are we. We’re okay Kit.” He said, the hand on his waist rubbing calming circles on Kit’s skin where his shirt had ridden up.

   They stayed like that for another hour, holding each other mumbling short apologies and calming words, before they both fell asleep in Kit’s bed.

   It wasn’t perfect and Kit knew he still had a lot to do to make it up to Ty but it was a start. And when Kit woke up and found Ty next to him, arm still thrown protectively over his side he made a silent oath to never be the cause of Ty’s pain again, silently swearing to protect him from whatever the world threw at him.

   This promise was one Kit intended on keeping.

I heard @khaleesiofalicante wrote an eight verse song about #thomas lightwood ?????

Holy shit when did I get 50 followers??

Guys I'm not even that cool

But then again,

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But really, thank you everyone!! I love each and every one of you 💕

Mina: I would burn Kit right now but Mom taught me not to burn trash

Kit: *offended yet proud*

Will: my children are fine-

Tessa: your children have raised the dead, burned down an ancient family manor, conspiricized against the Clave, been manipupated by a phsychopath's daughter, and been in almost as much danger as we have. Is that what you call fine?