#THIS IS A TELEVISION SERIES PLEASE DO NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY THAT I THINK IZZY IS HOMOPHOBIC IT IS REALLY NOT A BIG DEAL

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

the “izzy would be just as upset if ed fell in love with a woman!” argument for why izzy’s actions in s1 are not homophobic are so interesting bc like.

have you never seen a group of guys all rag on their buddy for spending time with their girlfriend? have y’all never heard the “oh, i guess we know who wears the pants” joke when a guy carries his girlfriend’s purse? have we seriously never heard the phrase “pussy-whipped” before?

like. look at this picture. think about what it’s saying. “doing what your girlfriend says is bad,” for one. bad how? bad as in emasculating, bad as in it makes you less of a man, bad as in skinny naked twink posed like the start of a porno. bad as in gay. we’re getting to where the cishetero patriarchy really loses all logic, because this picture is saying, “listening to your girlfriend is gay.”

it overlaps. it all fucking overlaps. gender roles and misogyny and homophobia all tangle together and it’s nearly impossible to say where one starts and where the other begins. it’s emasculating for men fall in love and genuinely care about their partner, even if their partner is a woman. it’s emasculating for a man to wear a pink apron and clean the floors nude. it’s emasculating for a man to paint his nails and cry in a blanket fort and sing a song about his feelings.

in a modern setting, ed’s response to getting dumped by stede is the sort of thing that a group of douchey cishet guys would call gay, even if ed had gotten dumped by a woman. throughout the whole season, ed becoming happier, opening up, spending more time with stede instead of doing his usual brooding tough guy act would be called gay by that same group of douchey cishet guys even if stede were a woman. ed making loud high-pitched moans on the deck of the ship while he was sword fighting with stede would also!! get called gay!!!! even if that group of shitty guys thought ed was getting it on with a woman!!!!!!!!!

(and i am not saying izzy is cishet. frankly, i don’t personally care about izzy’s sexuality wild for the straight izzy guy to not care about izzy’s sexuality, i know. i am saying that izzy’s ideas about masculinity reflect a certain type of modern douchebag. even if izzy’s gay, that doesn’t make him exempt from having homophobic and sexist ideas about gender.)

and this show is written for a modern western audience. outside of like, the concept of an arranged marriage, this show makes no efforts to portray societal norms and gender roles with any real historical accuracy. this show is a deconstruction of modern toxic masculinity, told through a comedic and ahistorical setting of 1717 piracy. the characters of ofmd are up against the same cishetero patriarchy that says “caring about your girlfriend is gay” in our world.

so yes. even if izzy were upset that ed was falling in love with a woman. izzy would still be sexist. and izzy would still be homophobic. hope this helps <3

#YOU ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO AGREE WITH ME I AM NOT TRYING TO TELL PEOPLE HOW TO WATCH THIS SHOW I AM JUST EXPLAINING MY POSITION #THIS IS A TELEVISION SERIES PLEASE DO NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY THAT I THINK IZZY IS HOMOPHOBIC IT IS REALLY NOT A BIG DEAL #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #izzy hands #dizzy izzy #izzy critical #txt #meta #mine #og #id in alt

[niksixx]

Patience

~The final part!! Thank you for reading and supporting this mini series. I hope you enjoy part 5.~

Pairing: Axl Rose/Vince Neil x Female Reader 

A/N: Reblog so others can see! 

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner!*

Tag list: @littlemisscare-all @curly-hudson @julessworldd @madamsixx @headlight-queen @metalheartofgold @ginny-baker-sixx @mickmarstookmyheart @gunsngunners @bex-tothe-rescue

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It’s raining again, and the weather outside matches your mood. Dark gray clouds cover the sky, and lightning strikes every so often. It’s one of the colder days in California, and you tug the sleeves of your sweater down to cover your wrists.

Vince hasn’t spoken to you in two days, and you haven’t heard from Axl since your boyfriend threatened him out of your house. You spent that day scrubbing the icing from the kitchen, tears sliding down your cheeks as Vince screamed at you the whole time. He left that night to visit a bar with Nikki, leaving you to cry softly in your bed. He didn’t return until the next morning.  

Two days later, your lips still tingle from the kiss you and Axl shared. It was the first time in weeks you’d felt something. Something good. Something wholesome. The tenderness in the kiss kept you wanting more, wanting to feel his lips on yours again.

In your heart, there’s conflicting feelings. And no one is there for guidance. Whatever Axl feels for you is strong. It could be love, and you’re not sure if you feel the same thing.

Of course, all three of the Mötley boys would listen to you ramble about your troubles, but none of them were experts in the dating scene. None of them had been in love before, with the exception of Tommy, but he fell in love with every woman he laid eyes on.

There’s an ache in your heart as you sit by the television, thinking back on the past three years you spent with Vince. Times that you hid in the shadows away from paparazzi. Times where you watched music award ceremonies on television, a pain in your heart knowing that you’d never be on Vince’s arm congratulating him. What kind of a relationship was that?

Even in the privacy of your own home, Vince struggled to love you and care for you. He wasn’t affectionate by nature. He’d greet you with small little pecks on your cheeks or lips, and his sex drive was usually through the roof, but being intimate with Vince felt anything other than intimate. It felt like a chore, and you were bored within ten minutes. With Vince, there was no cuddling or showering after sex, no confessions of love. It was hard to be open and honest with him about your wants and needs, because half of the time he seemed uninterested, or played you off as needy, clingy. It hurt, especially because you’d do anything for him. Mick had always said you deserved better. And Axl had said it too. When were you going to believe it?

There’s faint footsteps behind you as your eyes are glued to the TV, catching the last bit of a Skid Row music video. They were good, sure, but nothing compared to Motley Crue or even Guns N’ Roses.

There’s a change of scenery on the TV that makes you blink twice. It’s a live video, currently happening right at that moment, as Axl and his bandmates settle themselves into stools in an empty studio.

“Get them off my screen,” Vince calls from behind you. He sits at the dining room table, beer bottle suffocating in his grasp.

You don’t even pay him much mind. “You can leave if you don’t like it. I’m keeping it on.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t fight back, but you hear him mumble a few curse words under his breath. The last words out of his mouth sound like a defeated “I give the fuck up with you.”

On screen, Axl is handed a microphone as more are distributed to the rest of the band. Tilting your head slightly, you drink in his appearance, obsessed with the way he presents himself. He’s more casual today, with both a bandana and a hat on his head, a short sleeve white shirt that shows off his unique tattoos, and tight leather pants that shouldn’t look as good on him as they do.

“This was a spur of the moment type of thing,” he says shyly, rubbing a palm on his thigh. Nervous habit.  “We wrote this song in about two hours a few nights ago and the reason I was eager to play it today...is because I wrote it for a woman who I’ve been shamelessly in love with since I was sixteen years old.”

Something in the air shifts. Slack mouthed, you sit up straight as you turn up the volume. The sound of a chair scratching against the floor has goosebumps littering your skin, and before you know it Vince is standing beside you, gritting his teeth. He takes a long swig of the alcohol, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, before setting his jaw, folding his tanned arms across the front of his black muscle tee.

“So Y/N, if by some miracle you’re watching this right now, I want you to know that you were the only person on my mind as we wrote this song. It is solely, purely, for you.”

“Along with all the other love songs he’s written,” Izzy deadpans.

Vince’s eyes burn into the side of your head, but all your attention is directed toward the television as Axl begins to hum a soft tune.

~~~

It’s almost as if you forget how to breathe. It’s an easy process, in and out, in and out, but you struggle with something so simple as the song ends.

Vince hasn’t moved. His face is still visibly flushed, knuckles the palest shade of white as his hand still grips his beer, but he stands completely frozen, eyes boring into the television screen.

You shift uncomfortably on the sofa, pushing your feet deeper into the back of the couch underneath you, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your fuming boyfriend’s elbow. He pulls away, uninterested, and he sips the remaining liquid in the bottle.

“Vinnie…”

“The dude just doesn’t listen,” The laugh that falls from his lips is anything but humorous. It’s empty and dark. There’s an edge to his low voice, and while it’s not angry, it’s...cool. Even. It frightens you. “How many times do I have to tell him to stay away from you? How many different fucking ways can he come up with to get your attention?”

“Vince I had no idea he was going to do something like this.”

But hell, if it wasn’t the most romantic thing a man has ever done for you. He’d broadcasted to the world his raw feelings and emotions, and there was something so sexy about a man who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable and knew what, or who, he wanted. And the song, so sweet and meaningful, confirmed your suspicions. Axl Rose, the little boy from the playground, the man who sang his heart out on live TV, was in love with you.

Vince shakes his head, clapping a closed fist into an open palm. “This is your fault, you know.”

You blink, standing from the couch, folding your arms over the oversized green sweater. “My fault?”

He takes a step forward, but this time you don’t back down. “You let him back in your life. For seven years you’ve been fine without him, but all of a sudden you meet him one day on the street and decide you apparently can’t live without him? Bullshit.”

“He was my best friend!”

“And I’m your boyfriend!” Vince shouts back. He takes another step forward, nose to nose, and with the strength you gather from your very core, you shove him out of your face.

“You’re nothing!”

The anger in your voice shocks you, startling Vince. He stumbles against the dining room chair, holding onto the arm to regain his balance.

The air between you sizzles with resentment as Vince licks his lips, chewing on the skin. You're both breathing heavily, neither one backing down. “What did you say to me?”

And everything you've been feeling for the last few years comes out in a wave. “I can’t be with you anymore, Vince. I can’t be with someone who is so controlling of my life. I can’t be with someone who would rather please his record label than his girlfriend. I have been waiting for you to wake up for three years now and realize that I deserve better than what you’re giving me.”

“What the fuck have I done that is so bad, huh?” Vince yells, throwing up his arms. “Tell me. Because I sure as shit don’t know.”

It’s hopeless.

He’s hopeless.

And there’s nothing else you can do besides give up.

~~~

You fight for two hours. Screaming, crying, followed by more screaming and crying. It’s exhausting. Somehow, after pointing out everything Vince has done to you, or what he hasn’t done, he convinces himself he’s never been the problem. And that’s when you realize he’s never going to change.

Your phone has buzzed four times in those two hours, but whoever it was would have to wait. There was too much going on, your head was spinning, skin sweating, heart beating wildly. You were on the brink of ending your relationship after wasting three years of your life trying to convince yourself the man, who was currently nestled in the couch nursing another beer, loved you.

Letting out a defeated sigh, your feet drag against the wooden floor as they carry you to your room. There’s a small duffel bag under the bed and you grab it, fishing out some clothes and stuffing it into the bag. Grabbing a few of your necessary toiletries, you shove them in the side pockets as Vince watches from the doorway.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not staying here. I’ll go stay at Lei’s or maybe my parents or hell maybe even Mick will let me stay over, but I’m not staying here.”

“We still have a lot to talk about.”

The closet door slams closed as your blood boils. “No, Vince. We have nothing to talk about. Not anymore.”

You zip up the duffel and heave it to the living room, slipping on a pair of beat up Chuck Taylors. You pace the house for your keys, Vince following, watching your every move.

“I love you.”

You stop abruptly, spinning around, sucking in shallow breaths of air. No way. No fucking way was he going to manipulate you into staying. Not with those three goddamn words you longed to hear after such a long time.

“You don’t even know what love is, Vince.”

“Kiss me and I’ll show you.”

You find the keys to your car on the kitchen counter, snagging them from the tile. “I’m not kissing you, Vince. Never again.”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s nothing left!” Heaving the duffel onto your shoulder, you grab your phone and slide it into the side of the bag. “Fuck, at least with Axl I felt something!”

Vince freezes, veins popping out from his forehead. Fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, your mouth dries as you mentally scold yourself for the slip of the tongue.

“He...kissed you?” And for the first time in his life, Vince looks almost...upset. “And you kissed him back?”

Drumming your fingers on your jean clad thigh, you rub your palms against the fabric, wiping off the sweat. “Um…”

“Did you kiss him back?” Vince asks, emphasizing each word. “Yes or no?”

You can’t bring yourself to say it. So you don’t.

But no answer is always an answer.

In a flash, Vince is flying out the door, and you’re following just behind him. He throws open the door to his car, turning the key in the ignition, and fishes his phone from his jeans pockets, quickly dialing before holding it to his ear. “Sixx, what’s the address to Slash’s apartment? He still lives with the rest of ‘em, right?”

All the blood rushes to your cheeks when you realize what Vince is about to do. Throwing yourself at him, you try to pry the phone from his ear, but he stiffarms you, keeping you from the phone. “Don’t worry about what I’m going to do, man. Just tell me the damn address, I know you know it. You did coke with the guy for fucks sake.”  

“Vince, please don’t do this.”

A wicked gleam shines in his eyes, and you hear Nikki recite the address on the other end of the line. Frantically, you run to your car, throwing open the door, only to see Vince take off down the street.

~~~

When you pull up to the apartment, Vince is quickly climbing the stairs, cracking each knuckle. Grabbing your bag from the passenger’s seat, you stagger out of the car, locking it, before climbing the steps two at a time. “Vince, stop!”

He sprints down the hall, too fast for you as you heave the bag further up your shoulder. You watch as he knocks loud and hard on the door, and when it opens, he forces himself inside the apartment.

You hear Duff’s voice. “What the fuck--.” He peeks his head out, eyes widening when he sees you hobbling over. “Y/N? What is going on?”

By the time you reach the door, Vince has Axl pinned against the wall. From the kitchen, Izzy watches, horrified, as Steven and Slash pull on Vince’s shoulders.

“Stop!” Dropping the duffel by the door, you sprint across the room, pulling the two boys away. The last thing you need is someone getting hurt. “Vince, get off him!”

By some miracle, he lets go.

“You want to tell us what’s going on?” Steven directs to no one in particular, hands on his waist.

“How many times do I need to threaten you, Rose?” Vince asks, nostrils flaring as he glares at the startled redhead. “Because clearly, once wasn’t fucking enough.”

“Vin--.”

“She doesn’t fucking want you,” Vince continues. Axl fidgets under his gaze. “No song, no kiss, and yeah, I fucking know about that, too, will ever make her want you. You’re a pathetic excuse of a man. Your daddy didn’t want you, your step-daddy didn’t want you, and my girlfriend sure as fuck doesn’t want you.”

Your heart stills when Axl’s face falls. His father had always been a touchy subject. Though Axl hadn’t remembered much about his biological dad, there was still trauma hidden deep within as his brain tried to block it out. You were the first person Axl had told about the abuse, as he was a victim of both his biological father and step father.  You were there for him then, and just like you promised all those years ago, you’d be here for him now.

Vince backs away and you seize the advantage, positioning your body between them. Letting an open palm fall behind you, your heart bursts with love when another hand slides into yours.

Vince eyes your entwined hands, letting out a shaky laugh. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“We’re done, Vince. You have hurt me for the very last time, and I will not stand here and let you hurt Axl. I simply won’t. Axl is a good man with a good heart and he always has been. And I know he loves me. He’s proved it,” Glancing back over your shoulder, you offer Axl a smile. His eyes are full of love as he watches you, squeezing your hand encouragingly. “And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

There’s nothing Vince can say. He can’t fix it. He can’t change. He’s lost you to a better man, a man that knows what he wants, and how to love someone the way they need to be loved.

He looks around the room, fists balled by his sides. Frowns, narrowed eyes, and bared teeth are directed toward him.

From the kitchen, Izzy is the first one to open his mouth. “You have three seconds to get your ass out that door before I call the police.”

With burning eyes, Vince backs away to the door, keeping his gaze locked on your face. “You’re going to regret this.”

He’s met with a confident shake of your head. “No, I don’t think I will.”

At the door, Duff gives Vince a warning stare. The blonde bassist towers over the scrawny blonde singer, looking even more intimidating in his leather apparel. Vince gives him a look before crossing the threshold, and Duff doesn’t hesitate shutting the door in his face.

Tension leaves your shoulders, the boys in the room letting out loud sighs of relief. You turn, lips turning upward. “I heard the song.”

Axl’s face softens. Sliding his hands around the sides of your neck, he pulls you close, foreheads just barely touching. “I figured. And you should know I meant every word.”

You don’t care that there are four boys watching you.

You don’t care that your eyes are shining with unshed tears.

You don’t care that you just ended a three year relationship.

All you care about is the moment when you push forward and kiss the lips in front of you with a fervent need. Arms circle your waist, pulling you deep as lips kiss you deeper. You cling to Axl’s shirt, never wanting to be apart from him again. But you know in your heart he’ll never let you go.

The warmth of his body dissipates when you pull back for a breath, the tips of your fingers grazing over the angles of his jaw, his cheekbones, and slowly coming back to the outline of his lips. They purse together, gently kissing the soft pads of your skin.

“I don’t want to rush anything,” Axl murmurs, and the butterflies in your stomach flutter at the sincerity in his voice.

“Oh, bullshit,” Duff laughs, leaning against the door. “He’d marry you tomorrow if he could.”

“Lovesick fool,” Slash chuckles in agreement, arm resting on Izzy’s shoulder.

“They’re not entirely wrong,” Axl says with a wink. “But the name of the song is Patience for a reason. We have all the time in the world, sugar.”

“I mean, you waited over seven years already, what’s another seven?” Steven jokes heartily.

Hands sliding around Axl’s neck, you pull him toward you once more. He dips to kiss you, and you savor in the feeling. Yeah, you’ll definitely get used to this.

“According to Izzy, you have a few other songs you wrote for me,” you say with a wiggle of your brows. “What do you say you sing them for me?”

In those perfect gray eyes, there’s nothing but love. And you feel it in your heart that you’re beginning to love him, too.  Maybe you won’t have to be patient after all. Love is natural, and with Axl, you don’t have to force it.

He whisks you away to his room, serenading you as you lie comfortably in his arms. He knows the songs by heart, and each one is unquestionably unique with different tones and melodies.

Turning in his arms, he continues to sing as you gaze at his face. So calm. So peaceful. So breathtakingly beautiful. And you realize now that somewhere in your heart, you had always loved that little boy on the playground.

And you were in love with the man he became.  

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[alyxhavok]

Where Is She?

Happy Birthday, Lydia, @reivenesque. I am sorry this is not perfect, but I wanted to do something for your birthday, and this is what came into my mind.

This is sort of just a little play around thing… it is not meant to be serious but more to make you smile or laugh… also think about it as if they were all on the office… and they know they are in a television show… but they won’t say so…

The part in Italics is what Lydia was watching, which never happened but it is for you Lydia it can happen in our minds!!!! And yes, even though I know nothing of it I ship ChrisEva!

It can be read here as well: Where is She?

~

“Has anyone seen or heard from Lydia?” Jace is standing at the head of the table, to his left stands Alec with his arms crossed and worry across his face, beside him Magnus looks calmer but still Jace can see that he is concerned, he is only putting up a front, probably to ease the situation. To Jace’s right, Clary and Izzy are both looking tense. Simon is seated in a chair beside Izzy, half asleep as he is still getting used to sleeping regularly again.

“Ever since demon Raj attacked her, she has been missing. No word of where she is or could have gone.” Alec rubs his fingers together in his state of worry.

“I don’t know this is extremely weird. I contacted the Clave and they have not heard from her either. It’s like she just disappeared from the face of the earth.” Izzy bites at her lip. Where the hell could their friend have gone?

“We could track her?” Alec is the first to suggest this, “If she left anything behind, surely you can find her, right?”

Magnus nods once then answers, “Of course, but what if she doesn’t want to be found? What if she is just taking some personal time off?”

“She is our friend, Magnus, and for some reason none of us has realized she was missing until just now, so we officially suck as people.” Clary sighs and crosses her arms, “How the hell did we not notice one person missing all this time?”

Luke, who has just been seated in the chair opposite Jace this whole time, stands and laughs a hearty laugh. “You all act like detectives, but none of you have what it takes that is for sure.” He shakes his head, “And that is why I am the cop and none of you are, so how about you all stop trying to do my job, and let me do it for you.” He shrugs. Everyone is silent and staring at him as if he has just slapped them all clear across the face. “Oh and I have already solved this one as well. Would you care to know where she is?”

They all nod slowly, wondering how Luke already solved it, he hadn’t known she was missing either. “Please do enlighten us, oh wise one.” Simon has finally pulled himself from a sleep like state.

“Well, I can’t be too sure, but it was mentioned that you are not sure if she left anything behind in her room. Which means that no one has thought to check her bedroom.” Luke pushes his chair away and motions for everyone to follow him, “I can’t be completely sure but, I bet each of you twenty dollars that she is there.”

“She isn’t in there, we would have noticed.” Jace’s tone is cocky as ever. “She would have had to come out at some point.”

“Well then, put your money where your mouth is and let’s see, shall we.” Luke smirks while giving off the most pretentious stare.

“Alright, Garroway, deal. If she is in there each of us will give you twenty dollars.”

“Speak for yourself, Jace. I already lost money to a bet, I am not doing it again.” Simon steps back. But still follows as they all approach Lydia’s room.

There is no answer when they knock and Jace grins, “See, told you.”

Luke turns to Jace and shakes his head. “Have you ever raised a teenager?”

Jace looks dumbfounded, “That has nothing to do with…”

“Teenagers go through a thing in their lives these days, and most adults as well. I guess it is just a people thing. But it has been known that when you are bed ridden and have nothing else to do a mystical place called the internet calls to you. And on the internet, Jaceyboy, is the land of Netflix where binge watching became all powerful.”

Clary is giggling as she remembers the many sick days she had watching Netflix and living on the internet. “He has a point you know.”

“She probably didn’t hear us knocking because she is so immersed in whatever she is watching!” Simon is practically bouncing at this revelation.

Magnus steps forward, “Okay, let’s see.”  He opens the door very slowly.

~

He enters the room carrying a box. Dressed in black and makeup adorning his face. Much like before at the party. He looks just as radiant to her as he has since the first moment she saw him. He licks his lips slowly then smiles at her. She sits up in bed and gives him the purest of smiles, but to him every smile from her has lit up his world and nothing else could ever compare. “What are you doing?” She giggles and waits for him to place the box down safely before gripping his shirt in her hands and pulling him close for a series of short but magical kisses. “Wooing you on your special day. Happy Birthday, Eva.” He opens the lid and inside the massive box is no cake, but instead only a ring sits inside, “In one year's time, I plan to stand at the other end of an aisle and watch you as you move toward me, to begin our married lives together. Will you make that dream a reality? Will you become my wife?” Eva’s eyes sparkle as she moves them from the ring to Chris’ eyes. He swears he can see the stars and moon in them as she nods her head and pulls him in again, and they fall into bed together, “But there is cake for today, yes?” She manages to say before they get too lost in each other. He nods with a smirk before capturing her lips once more…

Lydia’s head snaps up from the computer screen and her eyes find her friends standing in her doorway all looking concerned, a bit upset and one of them laughing.

Her eyes are filled to the brim with tears as she greets them. “Ummm… hey, guys. What’s up?” She is moving to swipe away the falling tears now.

Alec is the first to move in her direction, “Lydia, what’s wrong?”

She smiles up at him, “Nothing, just something I was watching.”

Jace is the next to move closer, “Like something on Netflix?”

She shakes her head, “Not on Netflix, but I have been binge watching a lot lately. I mean there is not much else to do when you are on bed rest.”

Luke shoots his fist into the air with victory. “Easiest 100 bucks I have ever made!” He holds his hands out, “Cough it up.” They all sourly shovel out money, except Simon, who was smart to completely stay out of the betting game.

“What’s going on, none of us knew you were here?” Clary says this with shame lacing her words.

“I asked Maryse to keep my condition a secret, because I didn’t want to worry any of you. You all have so much more to worry about.” Lydia tries for another smile, but she is met with a stern glare from Alec.

It is Magnus that speaks next. “Yes, I will admit we are all caught up in some serious drama, but to ask us not to worry about you, our friend, our family. That is cruel of you.”

She looks as if she is about to cry again, “I just didn’t think I was that important.”

“You are our friend, you helped my brother and all of us really by coming here and being our rock when Aldertree thought he ran something.” Izzy sits down next to her taking her hand, “We didn’t know how bad your condition was or even that you were here.”

“Raj knew I was here. He has been taking care of me, this whole time.” She smiles thinking about him, “He feels so terrible about hurting me, but he makes up for it. He is a great guy and so easy to talk to. Did you know he was in love once too, but she never knew about it? He won’t tell me her name but he said she lives here in the institute. He said when he sees her he feels breathless… And I need to find out who she is.” She chuckles, as do the others. They had no clue Raj was a romantic.

Luke raises his hand, “Who wants to bet I can solve that mystery, too?”

Everyone just shakes their heads at him. They continue to talk and catch up with Lydia, she shows them her scar from where Raj’s hand tried to rip through her flesh, Simon thinks it is gross while Izzy thinks it is awesome. They all vow to not let her go unnoticed again as she is more important and more worthy of them than even she realizes.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDIA! #<3 #Shadowhunters #Alec #Magnus #Jace #Izzy #Simon #Luke #Clary #Lydia #I hope you enjoy this! #Chris #Eva #Skam