#alastair carstairs edit

[celias]

Carstairs family, The Shadowhunter Chronicles

“You belong where you are loved.”

#my edits #litedit #yalitedit #*mine #userasena #userianny #useropal #userteodora #usertijana #usertweety #s: the wicked powers #s: the last hours #s: the dark artifices #s: the infernal devices #ch: jem carstairs #ch: emma carstairs #ch: mina carstairs #ch: alastair carstairs #ch: cordelia carstairs

[rinadragomir]

“𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?” 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒. “𝐷𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡?”

“𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤,” 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑. “𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢—𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡—”

𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

@pleasantfoxchild @throughtthedarksworld @stupidbeautifulword @neo-lightchild-decafineator @darklingswhxore @livvyheronstairs @magnus-the-maqnificent @axoloteca @radisv @fortheloveofthecarstairs @eldestdaughterr @noah-herondale-lightwood @theresaherondalecarstairss @lescahiersdesable @my-archerboy @itsyourgirlathena @thestarkster1465 @fantasticcolorcloudflap @delightfullyterrible @elettralightwood @awecwightwood @megs-readstoomuch @dustandducks @notquitepunk-rock @min-unicorn @thewolfnephilim @cordelia-cardale @lucie-blackthorns @hotdog-frenchfries @shadowhuntingdemigod-blog @icycoolslushie @inahandful-of-dust @starlight-in-my-eyes @literallytypogod @thelastfunctioningbraincell @raziyekroos @mxtthew-fxirchild-apologist @potato-jem @existential-crisis-grl @lily-chen-supremacy @larkace @lost-in-labyrinth @lenina-huntress @secretstryst @vashs-posts @you-drewstarsaroundmyscars @afloralrib @vierss-herondale @ninetthorn  @jaxlightstairs @coriia

#chot spoilers #chain of thorns #thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #rina dragomir edits #tsc #tlh #the last hours #cassandra clare #chot #shadowhunters

[luciehercndale]

Alastair had a collection of daggers, and he had brought quite a few of them with him from Cirenworth. They were the only beautiful things Cordelia remembered Alastair ever paying special attention to. @alastair-appreciation-month

#tsc #tlh #alastair carstairs #alastember #alastair appreciation month #the last hours #the shadowhunter chronicles #chain of thorns #chain of gold #chain of iron #cassandra clare #tsc edit #my posts 3

[clockworkbee]

Random and you can TOTALLY say no, but would you consider Alastair for TTPD x TSC? ❤️

I would never say no, esp. if I've read the books and love a character (though I might be late sometimes) <3

You're in luck, btw! I had one of these ready because I posted on Instagram, and apparently forgot to share here, but I didn't know which of these you wanted to see, so I made the other one as well! I hope you like this! 🤍

#hopefully you like the #quotes #i chose #if not i can always edit that to share with you #<3 #alastair carstairs #chain of iron #tag with the ttpd song title you claim as his? #characters as the tortured poets department #the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift #the last hours #cassandra clare #tlh edit #tsc edit #clockworkbee edits #tsc asks #bee's answered

[jemsbitch]

A list of all thomastair interaction/related content in chain of thorns (Obviously this have cot spoilers)

P40-42 (the fire message)

P91-95 (continuation of the fire message)

P120-122 (hiding the sword + scarf scene)

P164 (cordelia mentioning Thomas lightwood and Alastair promptly changing the topic)

P175-176 (thomas telling Matthew)

P178 (cordelia mentioning Thomas again)

P180 (merry thieves meeting (super short interaction between them)

P231-237 (library)

P280-282 (Alastair telling Thomas he’s going to leave)

P284 (cordelia asking Alastair about Thomas)

P316-320 (fruit basket)

P340-342 (mistletoe)

P356-357 (“you keep me human, Tom”)

P370 (“Alastair went to say something quick and quiet to Thomas”)

P377 (Alastair looking at thomas in the meeting instead of at Charles)

P383-389 (thomas and Alastair racing after Matthew after the meeting)

P414-415 (Alastair going to stay in the institute (convo with cordelia)) (later pages also have super tiny thomastair content that you have to squint but it’s there)

P426-427 (confrontation with Charles)

P437-441 (carriage scene)

P471-472 (Alastair comforting thomas after the death)

P537-543 (out on patrol for the watchers)

P548-550 (Alastair insisting Thomas to rest)

P576-579 (infirmary scene)

P597-599 (after infirmary scene)

P619 (during the battle)

P622 (gentle touch during the battle)

P651 (“Alastair and Thomas, hand in hand before the fire”)

P655-657 (epilogue brief description “they were always touching”)

P663 (Alastair’s growth)

P669-672 (more perfect epilogue content)

#I tried to keep the description as brief as possible so no one will stumble upon these spoilers by accident #not me doing this RIGHT after I finished reading the book #I’m fr doing gods work ur welcome guys #if I missed anything I’m so sorry #doing this at like 1am when I got school tmr #anyways cant believe we got sm thomastairs crumbles #cassie fr saw how mad we were about coi #anyways I love thomastairs sm #the page numbers are for the special edition of waterstone but should be similar enough with other editions #chain of thorns spoiler #chain of thorns spoilers #cot spoilers #cot spoiler #tlh spoilers #tlh spoiler #thomastairs #thomas x alastair #alastair x thomas #thomas lightwood #Alastair carstairs #the last hours #the last hours tlh #tlh #chain of thorns #cordelia carstairs #charles fairchild #Matthew fairchild #shadowhunters #the shadowhunters chronicles #tsc

[alastairstom]

My boys 💗

#thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #someone with skills edit alastairs hair black?

[thrxughthenxght]

Alastair Carstairs

"'I know,' he said, 'but sometimes we leave people to protect ourselves, don't we? Not because we don't want to be with them.'"

Considering this an early Alastember Celebration header. Let me know if you'd like me to tag you in any edits I make.

#crafted lore #tlh alastair #alastair carstairs #alastair esfandiyar carstairs #the last hours #tlh edit #the last hours edit #tlh series #tsc #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns #alastember #alastember 2023

[laylalucie]

More than anything

#cassandra clare #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns #the last hours #merry thieves #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #the shadowhunter chronicles #thomas x alastair #my edit

[rainingpouringetc]

Alastair was going to strangle somebody. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was the way he couldn’t turn his head to the left without it aching, or maybe it was just the utter incompetence he found himself surrounded by these days. Whichever way, someone was going to pay for fact that none of their project footage was organized, making it completely impossible for him to find the clips he needed for this editing endeavor.

This wasn’t even supposed to be his field. Directing, yes—and he’d done that, he had directed the whole short film, had poured his fucking heart and soul into this project. Acting, sure, though he was much more comfortable behind the camera than he was center screen. He would even go so far as to say that he didn’t mind dabbling in the storyboarding and scriptwriting aspect of filmmaking, either, and was willing to help in that area however possible.

But editing was the devil’s game, and Alastair knew he was going to lose sorely in this round. 

It was less than twelve hours until their deadline for the film festival, and the rest of his group was nowhere to be found. Alastair had called, texted, and emailed his way to a low phone battery, and still he couldn’t get in contact with any of them. He fought through the fog in his mind to remember who was supposed to be editing this project. It was someone from his scriptwriting class—Alicia, a last-ditch addition to their pathetic freshman group of five whom Alastair had offered up as an option after learning she had edited all the videos for her high school football team’s instagram page last year.

What a great idea of mine that was, he thought miserably, jamming the CMD+Z buttons on the media lab Mac, hunched over and defeated as the timeline tried to right itself. He couldn’t get the pacing of this scene right for the life of him. Everything he tried was either too fast to garner any real emotion or so slow that it seemed to drag on for eternity. There was a shot he was sure could make this scene a hundred times more effective, but nothing was labeled properly and it wasn’t sorted in a way that made sense to anyone but fucking Alicia.

Alastair had thought the hardest part was over. They had written the story from scratch over night and filmed it the next morning. They were even able to record some Foley and ADR, filling in the gaps they had missed during the original shooting. The plan from there was to meet at the School of Comms building this morning after breakfast so Alicia could get to work on editing together the footage she’d saved on Alastair’s hard drive and they could all have a say in the final product. 

But since when did things go right for Alastair?

Frustrated and half wondering if it was too late to withdraw from the contest, Alastair slumped forward and laid his head on the table he was working at in the media lab. Perhaps he just needed a break. Just a few minutes to himself to breathe and let go of everything bothering him. 

Or maybe he needed to put his head through the wall. It was difficult to tell which sometimes.

“Alastair?”

Yup. Definitely the head through the wall. That was the one.

Alastair picked up his head and lifted his gaze to the man who had just entered the lab. “Hey, Thomas,” he greeted, trying not to sound too much like he was thoroughly dying inside. 

Because he was, for the record. The man he’d been trying to keep at arm’s length for fear of falling hopelessly head over heels for had just walked in on him about to have a nervous breakdown. And to think Alastair had believed the day couldn’t get any worse.

“What are you working on?” Thomas asked, dropping into the chair next to him and logging into the computer. Thomas was a double major, music and photography, so their paths didn’t cross often, much to Alastair’s simultaneous relief and vexation.

“My group for the forty-eight hour film festival was supposed to get together and edit our project,” Alastair said as evenly as he could. “Unfortunately, it seems they’ve all left me to fend for myself, and now I’m stuck sifting through all our footage by myself without a clue of how to piece it together in time for the deadline.”

Thomas frowned, a little crinkle appearing in the skin between his eyebrows that told Alastair he felt truly sympathetic. It was absolutely adorable and should not have lifted Alastair’s spirits nearly as much as it did. 

“That’s rather awful of them,” Thomas said, navigating the computer as he spoke. He opened Photoshop and began importing his photos. They were absolutely splendid already from what Alastair could see—he couldn’t imagine how wonderful they would look after Thomas finished touching them up.

“Yes, well. I’d rather suffer through the agony of editing it myself than beg someone else for help.” 

Thomas grinned. “You film majors and your unshakeable pride,” he quipped. “No wonder your group left you to your own devices.”

Alastair clutched dramatically at his chest. “You wound me with your cruel words, Thomas.”

He received an eye roll in return, and, no, stop, you’re not meant to engage—he was definitely too far gone for this man already.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Alastair slowly being driven to madness by the inscrutable timeline, the unorganized footage, and, above all, the man sitting right next to him. 

It all became far too much, and Alastair was convinced he would combust if he sat still another moment longer. With a few resolute clicks of his mouse, he saved the work he had done and logged out of the computer. He checked his phone: almost noon and still no replies from any of his group members. Oh, well. He had better things to do with his time than wait here for them.

“Do you have lunch plans, Tom?” he asked before he could let himself think too hard on it.

Looking a bit taken aback, Thomas shook his head. “No. I was thinking of stopping by the smoothie stand after I finished with these photos, but...” He chuckled. “Well. I’m not quite in the right mood for homework right now anyway. Do you wanna go to Joe’s?”

Alastair smiled at the mention of the dining hall—it was what he was going to suggest, after all. Joe’s had fantastic french fries and outdoor seating, making it one of Alastair’s favorite spots on campus. “That sounds marvelous. Perhaps by the time we’ve finished our meal, my traitorous partners will have finally reached out to me.”

Thomas laughed as he stood, deftly closing out of the windows on the computer and shutting it down before stooping to grab his messenger bag. “Hopefully we can at least take your mind off things for a few hours,” he said with a wink, moving to hold open the door for Alastair.

Yup, Alastair thought dizzily as he aimed a smile at Thomas and turned off the media lab lights. Head over heels for sure.

#have this thing from my brain! no take-backsies #this is not much i know but i needed Distractions #i'm allowed to make fun of film majors because i am one ok #i wrote this instead of doing my film editing homework #all aggressive feelings toward editing displayed in this work are entirely my own #editing can go die in a hole #anyway #thomastair #tlh #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #artie's writing #rain.txt

[cant-think-of-anything]

in my memories

no better muse than conan gray

no tws i think? It’s hurt/comfort (I think)

Alastair’s hand hovered over the doorknob uncertainly. A glance at the clock told him that it was far too late for a social call. Whatever was waiting for his attention beyond the door could only be bad news, and selfishly, he wanted to hide from it.

But there was no one else in the house to bear the news for him, and he would’ve refused the offer regardless. His hands jerked open the door, and his heart stuttered with surprise and a twinge of disappointment as Thomas’s eyes anxiously rose to his.

It was pouring rain, turning the dark streets into an oil spill and the lamps into fogged, dim glass. And it also meant that it crumbled Alastair’s weakened resolve that Thomas had washed up on his doorstep looking like he’d drowned on land, with his hair clinging together in drenched tangles and his eyes shining like two twin flames against the night.

So he moved away from the door, letting Thomas in and silently cursing himself as he did.

—-

Thomas stood on the small mat in the entryway as Alastair brushed past him to lock the door. The house was completely silent, the small dripping noises from his coat sounded amplified in the cramped space. The storm had already started when he left his house, when the constant pounding of his thoughts were more overwhelming than the thunder.

They had made him wretch himself out of bed and run across the rain slicked ground that led to the Carstairs house. A knot still tightly wrapped around his stomach as the silence grew more suffocating. Alastair was leaning on the wall next to him with his hands wound together and clear tension in his shoulders. Thomas hadn’t seen him in a week, which was definitely purposeful on Alastair’s part.

But he’d let him in now.

Even if he looked like he very much regretted that decision.

Thomas cleared his throat, the noise awkwardly piercing through the silence, and shuffled a step towards the opposite wall. Alastair’s eyes drifted to the door and his jaw tensed.

“Did you come all this way with nothing to say to me?” He asked quietly. His knuckles had turned white.

“No. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Anything in particular? This all feels a little-“ he stopped, shutting his eyes. “Pointless.”

Thomas watched Alastair’s face, his heart sinking as he caught the lines of grief and worry that seemed to have intensified in the past week. “It’s not. I just wanted to speak with you. You hadn’t exactly….given me the chance before.”

The words sounded accusatory.

“Yes, I had.” And his sounded bitter. “I don’t understand why you came here tonight Thomas. I asked you to give up. I need you to give up.”

“I don’t want to,” he said, drawing his eyebrows together stubbornly. “And you hadn’t told me to give up, exactly .”

“I’m telling you now.” Alastair’s gaze rose to his, dark and empty. His hand trembled once as it reached for the doorknob. “It’s late. You should go home before someone starts to worry.”

“No.” Thomas caught Alastair’s hand and pulled him off the wall. “If you are so set on me leaving then you must tell me what it is you wanted first.”

Alastair’s eyebrows pushed together in confusion, his face tilted up to meet Thomas’s eyes. Thomas could feel his pulse hammering against his fingers.

“I don’t understand.”

“Just forget about my friends for a moment, please. Tell me if you wanted to walk away from me. Tell me what you would’ve chosen.”

—-

Words caught in Alastair’s throat. He stared at a spot on the wall behind Thomas, fighting the tears collecting on his lash line. He wished Thomas wouldn’t look at him like that, with his earnest eyes that pulled every carefully hidden secret to surface. You. I would’ve chosen you, I still would.

“Why won’t you just leave? You make it so much harder than it needs to be.”

“Why won’t you just tell me the truth?”

“Because you won’t take the truth,” Alastair said desperately, his voice breaking. “It’d be a mistake not to leave, and you’d regret it. I-I don’t want you here.”

Thomas’s grip on his arm tightened when he tried to pull away, almost frantically trying to get him to stay. And despite all of it, there was still faint hope in his eyes that twisted Alastair’s heart, partly in pain. Partly in guilt.

“I don’t think you mean that.” Thomas’s hand slid to his shoulder and Alastair could feel his brittle walls start to crumble. “It doesn’t have to be… being near you would be enough. The past can be forgiven-“

“We can’t. We can’t be friends Thomas, and we cannot be… anything else.” Alastair drew his hands out of Thomas’s grasp. He’d thought it might be easier pushing him away for a second time but it felt worse.

His walls may have grown bitter and broken but they could stay for as long as it took to get Thomas to leave.

“And the past can’t be forgiven. I wasn’t lying when I said it wouldn’t be possible between us. There’s no point-“ He broke off, voice shaking, as frustration wound tightly in his chest. “There is no point in pretending, we fall apart every time you remember reality. You have a good family. Friends that care about you. It would be incredibly stupid to jeopardize all of it for someone who-“ Alastair stopped, swallowing hard as he let his back hit the wall. “Leave. Please.”

—

Thomas had always assumed that Alastair kept his true emotions buried so deep that he’d turned spiteful because of it. But he didn’t seem spiteful now. And the pain was painted all over him in dark, miserable slashes and he finally seemed too tired to hide it.

He whispered something inaudible before sliding down to sit with his knees pulled tightly to his chest. Thomas felt something in his heart shatter as he quietly slid down next to him. He moved his hand to Alastair’s arm, waiting for him to pull away. He didn’t. Thomas let his hand slide down to wrap around Alastair’s, his throat going tight as he watched Alastair track the movements with glossed eyes.

“You- if you really wish for me to leave, I will. If you think you’d be better off, I’d leave. But I don’t believe that you want that.”

Alastair was quiet for a long moment, the pounding rain filling the silence. “I don’t know. But I’m trying to help you. I can see how this ends Thomas and I-“ he stopped, his voice low and rough. “There’s no point in pretending for something that wouldn’t work.”

“Pretending?” His voice broke on the word. He was whispering. He wasn’t sure why. “I was with you for barely a day and I’ve never felt so understood as I did then. I don’t know what made you so adamant in believing that no one could love you with good reason but I want to be with you. If it makes the others mad, I don’t care.”

Alastair was shaking his head. “Don’t say that. It would be foolish to throw your life away-“

“I’m not.” Thomas loosely wrapped his hands over Alastair’s shoulders and slid a leg out to stop him from getting up. “You shouldn’t have ever been led to think that you are stain on anyone’s life. If anyone I love would take issue in me lo- caring for you, then I’d doubt they loved me very much to begin with. It’d be better that they leave. It’d all be worth it if it meant I was with you.”

Alastair’s expression wavered before it crumbled, and he leaned forward, pressing his face into Thomas’s soaked coat. He didn’t seem to notice as he pressed closer, bringing his arms up to twine around Thomas’s back. Thomas felt relief and pain tug at his heart when he buried his face in Alastair’s soft curls, wrapping his arms gently around his body.

He distantly felt Alastair’s racing heartbeat calm through layers of fabric and his desperate grip on Thomas’s coat loosen.

“Why didn’t you bring an umbrella?” Alastair muttered after a moment, his words muffled. He pulled away slightly to look at his own clothes that had absorbed a good deal of the rainwater.

“Isn’t it all more dramatic and Shakespearean this way? I thought you would’ve preferred it like that.” His attempt at humor was bleak but Alastair smiled a little and his face brightened like it so rarely did.

Thomas found himself smiling back.

taking “thomas doesn’t wear a hat” and turning it into “thomas doesn’t pay attention to weather ever” im not sure how i feel about this fic but i spent so long changing it, I can’t edit anymore

Taglist: @spooky-drusilla @thewarthatsavedmylife @eugeniaslongsword @life-through-the-eyes-of @littlx-songbxrd @alice-got-the-blues @thefoxandthefound @the-ethereal-aura @taoelles @melanielocke @styxdrawings

#yeah the ‘itd all be worth it to be with you’ line was edited in when i finished heartstopper don’t blame me i was blanking badly #alastair carstairs #tlh #thomastair #thomas lightwood #the last hours #chain of iron

[rinadragomir]

𝐓𝐒𝐂 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎: 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 (𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓)

Don’t repost please

Give credits if you create something similiar

Im James btw ^_^

@magnus-the-maqnificent @axoloteca @radisv  @lescahiersdesable @my-archerboy  @thestarkster1465  @delightfullyterrible @elettralightwood @awecwightwood @dustandducks  @thewolfnephilim  @lucie-blackthorns  @icycoolslushie  @mxtthew-fxirchild-apologist @potato-jem  @lily-chen-supremacy @larkace  @lenina-huntress  @afloralrib @vierss-herondale @ninetthorn  @jaxlightstairs @coriia  @spacehero-23 @tea-and-a-clandestine-agenda @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @queenhelenblackthorn @roseofthomas @luciehercndale @make-me-ur-aphrodite @tys-kitty @gayforcarstairsgirls @daydreamxr17 @all-for-the-fanfiction @youwerealwaysmysecret @herondaisyqueen @goldenjellyfish12 @boredfangirl16 @what-ho-christopher-put-in

#rina dragomir edits #tlh #the last hours #chot #chain of thorns #cassandra clare #tsc #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #lucie herondale #matthew fairchild #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #anna lightwood #ari bridgestock #jesse blackthorn

[luciehercndale]

If Matthew Fairchild had Instagram 📸

#tsc #tlh #matthew fairchild #thomas lightwood #cordelia carstairs #alastair carstairs #lucie herondale #james herondale #christopher lightwood #the last hours #tsc edit #chain of thorns #chain of iron #chain of gold #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #if you want more I'm willing to make them with other characters too #my posts 3

[clockworkbee]

#alastair carstairs #quotes #adele #love in the dark #thomastair #the last hours edits #clockworkbee edits #chain of iron #the last hours #tsc edit

[readerofmalec]

Moodboard for @thousand-winters' fic, All I Ask Of You! (tumblr | AO3)

Created for the TSC What if…? Bang.

#tsc #moodboard #edit #quote #fic #my stuff #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #thomas x alastair #TSC What If...? Bang

[alastairstom]

Synesthesia edits for my favourite TSC characters, Part 3/? -> Alastair Carstairs + dark red

#alastair carstairs #chain of thorns #chot #tlh #the last hours #synesthesia edit

[matthtober-2023]

Inspired by the amazing @alastair-appreciation-month event celebrating one of my two biggest blorbos, I've decided to make a month dedicated to my other biggest blorbo: matthew fairchild.

this event will span the month of october. like alastember, each week will feature a different theme. they will be as follows:

1-8 october: free for all. post anything you want about matthew! create your favourite type of content! (Week 1 FFA is primarily because I don't want to interfere with Alastember. Make sure to do Alastember first and create something this week that doesn't take too much time if necessary.)

9-15 October: Edits and fanart week. Get creative with visual media!

16-22 October: Fanfiction and poetry week. Post something on Tumblr or Ao3 and tag me!

23-29 October: Post your favourite Matthew passages in the book and tell us why you love them. Feel free to squeal over why you love them incoherently or provide an in-depth academic analysis. both of these things are equally awesome. ball's in your court.

30-31 October: happy halloween. also, last 2 days are another FFA to appreciate Matthew in your own way. You can also appreciate Oscar Wilde here, if you want to make Matthew extra proud ♡

but if you don't feel like following one of these themes, that's alright! they're just suggestions. i'll personally probably be writing fic mostly, if that makes you feel any better! tag each of your posts #matthew appreciation month or #matthtober, and remember to tag this blog in all posts so i can reblog it and spread the love.

tagging my usual taglist on ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone + some other people i think will be interested (please lmk if you want to be added/removed):

@staywildefairchild @sourlemons262 @belle-keys @drunkonimagination @alastaircarstairsismybff @vwritesaus @claritywithclary @luciehercndale @what-ho-christopher-put-in @life-through-the-eyes-of @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @bluewrite @lulusofis @oursoulstheyplay @athearaej @faithfromanewperspective @tleeaves @haltthewfairchild @layla-carstairs @quantummeep

#matthew fairchild #tlh #the last hours #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #cassandra clare