#edomson

     the last few hours blur together in his mind, the concrete still pressed coldly against his back. on some level, he knows he’s been moved, knows he’s no longer bleeding out on the street. the arrow had been taken out, everything’s been bandaged & runed, but why... for some reason his head is still floating, his thoughts unanchored. he drifts below the surface a little longer before he finally pulls himself out of it & opens his eyes. groaning as he sits up, he feels every shard of pain lance through him like a hot knife but that’s not important. Magnus had been there, had gotten to him before Jace had left to go to Clary. everything after that is even more of a blur than he’d like to admit but apparently even his eidetic memory rune can’t hold up all the time. looking around, he feels a flutter of panic. ‘ Magnus - ? ’

It was for Max’s benefit, Alec knew that, and he could usually get on board with most of the ideas that Max got into his head. His little blue boy was spoilt and he partially blamed his sister for her influence on him over the years. It was just that Alec thought that the whole thing was ridiculous -- a Halloween party wasn’t usually thrown by anyone in the downworld, from what Alec knew of it all, and Shadowhunters didn’t exactly celebrate the mundane custom. He had visions of Vampires ironically dressing up as Dracula and the angel only knew what Simon was going to dress up as. This was going to be an interesting night.

               Robert took a deep breath before he rang the doorbell. He knew that this was an incredibly stupid idea ( probably one of the worst he ever had ). However the need to come here had been so strong that Robert couldn’t possibly ignore it. The life of his son hang by a thread and the man behind this door made sure that he didn’t lose of the three most precious beings in his life. It was only logic to thank him personally, right? Even though it felt so wrong to be here and Robert rather wanted to claw a way out of his own skin than talk to the High Warlock of Brooklyn. In private.

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✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started? 

Starting in August of 2012, I witnessed the 500px width GIFs in all their orange, pink and rainbow-y glory— and they so very often went paired with one-liners, I wanted to poke myself in the eye (okay, so I’m being a bit dramatic, shh). I also have recollections of the most horrible one-liner smut, it was almost scarring (I wish I was being dramatic there). Nah, but to respond a bit more seriously, I’ve seen the RPC go from minimal aesthetics when most of us used doucheywolf’s themes (which were magnificent and were what had me start to edit and learn to code) and zero styling to speak of— to the often way too aesthetically heavy trends that go on today. I remember the transition from the large 500px width GIFs to the 245px width to GIF icons, and then to still icons altogether. There are things I miss, things I’m utterly glad are no longer trends and things I wish never became a thing.

The RPC didn’t solely get an aesthetic overhaul however, it sadly also shifted in its attitude. While it was never perfect and quickly gained its reputation on the internet that it did for a reason, Tumblr has negatively evolved from a site that consisted of people uniting under similar interests— to a political battleground, which continuously extents to the writing side of the website. It will never not sadden me to know that people need to think twice and thrice before they do or write something, it’ll always sadden me that people can’t voice opinions about muses or events without feeling scared of someone potentially calling them out for it. In that sense, I’m very nostalgic when it comes to how the community on Tumblr used to be.

   family  trip  to  the  mall  for  school  clothes.   the  ghost  fronts  a  pout,  though  he  is  excited  seeing  their  daughter  so  anxious  about  something.  it  tugs  on  his  heart  strings  just  how  old  she  is  getting,   and  how  quickly  she  is  coming  into  age.   suddenly,  the  small  warlock  ducks  into  a  store  and  caspar  is  quick  to  follow  behind  her.  “  mermaid,    not  so  fast.  “  he  calls  after  her,  winding  between  the  racks  of  little  children’s  clothing.