This made me feel things about Roswell (rage. I now feel rage for most of this show. It couldn’t stay the fun trash show it was at the start, they just had to go and make it a bad trash show. Yes there’s a difference) so I wrote a thing. How Maria and Liz’s convo should’ve gone in S1 cause they we’re supposed to be Alex’s best friends too. To @caitlesshea and @winged-fool who liked this when I just dropped it onto them ❤
“Wait Michael is Museum Guy? THE museum guy from high school!” Liz stares at Maria in shock as things start to click a bit more then the dawning realization of what Maria’s done.
“Oh god Maria we need the hard stuff. This is… Well not a lot from my perspective but a mess.”
They throw back a shot and sigh at the burn.
“Jesus I know Liz. I know!” She takes another and slumps further into Liz’s side. “I just- I told him that me and Guerin were a one and done. Promised cause- and- well-”
Liz frowns at the jumbled ending Maria mumbles then pulls away to look Maria fully.
The distressed and guilty look on her face answers for it.
“But he said-”
“No Maria. You’re not going after Michael Guerin cause you just said you promised and when the hell as Alex ever done something for himself when he knows someone else wants it?”
Maria looks on the verge of tears but swallows to hold them back
“Not ever really.” She snorts in an effort to cover her crippling sadness and pain. “I bet that’s why he left for the airforce. Couldn’t let daddy Manes find out and-”
They go dead silent as the horrible realization drops on them like the ceiling above them caved in.
“No.” Liz whispers but it all makes sense.
Maria is trembling next to her. “His hand.” She croaks and is full on crying now. “Both of them changed after Michael injured his hand and then Alex left and-”
Liz and Maria cling together as the swarm of emotions and realizations come one after another.
“It’s been a decade but Alex felt- he’s still so hopeful and in Texas Michael was so hurt and we both used Texas as a distraction.”
Liz goes through every interaction she’s had with Michael and she remembers Max saying something about Alex and Michael quickly changing the subject but also easily defending him, Liz just thinking he’s still the kid who helped Alex on prom night. Who sometimes she would see with Alex outside of school. Who-
“Maria whatever either of them say it’s not over between them. Like- the few times Alex has come back from leave at the start, he came back home right? What else would he do after saying hi?”
Maria racks her brain and it’s like everything is starting to make sense.
“He’d disappear and only check in or hang out if I asked. He’d make sure to stop and say bye but he’d be just away and gone.” The truth is a heavy thing and Maria wants it gone from weighing on her.
“They were together. At least some of that time. Michael would be so happy then a complete mess. And Alex has been back months now and Michaels been actually tolerable.”
Liz tries to think of any time she’s seen Michael and Alex together now but can’t recall anything.
“If Alex is still hopeful even after what you and Michael did in Texas… I think there’s more going on than just Alex’s dad and Roswell being homophobic.” She leaves out the alien stuff and all that drama but even then she knows Alex is in the know, that he’s been helping them since he’s know. Oh god of course he’s helping them.
“Maria I know Michael’s a pretty good guy once he’s not a mess and is actually insanely smart. It’s probably why you’re able to stand him even if he’s kinda an ass looking for a free drink but if you really think you like him, you need to wait and see how he and Alex are. How they react to each other because if we’re only finding out now, it means they’ve kept it mostly to themselves this whole time.”
Liz gripes her hands tightly as her tears has slowed and determination replaces the pain and confusion.
“We can’t help who we fall for then why fall at all, but we can decide if we want to. We can decide and choose the reason why. Do you want to fall now not knowing if you’ll be caught?”
Maria shakes her head and the tears start falling again.
“I fell for Max, and have kept falling for him but I knew he was there to catch me. I knew there was a net waiting for me. I don’t think Michael’s your net.”
Reblog and you’ll find money soon!
Also weird I reblobbed the other money one last night and a freelance check I invoiced for a month ago came in.
seriously have nothing to lose
Did it once might as well let it stack. At least I’m not buying loto tickets
You guys, I reblogged this 2 days ago out of desperation. Today I was looking through my old wallet for coins to go to the vending machine because that’s all I can fucking afford. I haven’t touched this thing since July/ August. When I found a disappointing 15 cents in the coin pocket I went to the billfold to see if any coins were in there. That’s when I saw them. 5 crisp bills amounting to $22. I literally screamed and danced around my room out of joy before remembering that I’d reblogged this post.
Tl;dr - This post is fucking magical and actually worked for me.
I’m broke as fuck. Money gods pls send me like 100k.
Husband got a two week extension on his current job, has interviews lined up with other jobs now! Reblogging for luck with interviews!
I need money
In the form of Powerball or Megaball real life
Let the money gods bless me today
I am a true believer
Can’t risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
I n e e d
Okay quacker, get to work
THIS IS NOT THE WORK I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE INSPIRED FOR
I’m tired of getting these stupid offers to work on people’s “passion projects” for free, usually with the promise of compensation when/if the project takes off. Guess what? I don’t care that you’re passionate about it, I care if you’re competent. When you knock on my door asking for free work, its a clear sign that you aren’t. You might have hopes that your project hits it big and that you’ll eventually get rich off of it, but if you REALLY believed in it, I feel like you’d be more willing to put your own livelihood on the line instead of asking an artist to do it for you. If I do a bunch of free work hoping it’ll pay off, I’m not doing other work that could actually feed me and pay my bills. And what happens when the project doesn’t get funded or some important factor blows up or everyone decides to quit out early? I get screwed. So, no. I don’t want to work on your passion project. Not unless I get paid up front.
WONDERFUL ADVICE for artists. Please don’t undervalue your art, your time and efforts are valuable and deserve fair compensation.
Writers! Don’t treat cover artists, concept artists, illustrators, comic artists, or the folks who offer to draw your ocs like this! If you can afford it, pay. If you can’t, NO ART for you.
And if they say they are willing to do it for free because they’re your friend or they’re still practicing, offer to pay anyway. That’s the sincere and professional thing to do. If they insist, try to leave them a tip anyway. It’s the kindest gesture and they’ll remember you forever.
Zuko: I completely stand by what I said when I was drunk.
Sokka: you were yelling at me about how we don’t deserve turtleducks.
Zuko: Listen. We live in a cruel, disgusting world that is dark and angry. Have you ever seen a turtleduck, Sokka? They are soft, fluffy and pure.
Sokka: …are you crying?
Zuko: They are entirely too pure for this ugly world. We must protect them.
THE FOUR ELEMENTS: WATER - EARTH - FIRE - AIR
I love this post of my own. I had to share it again, because of these wonderful epic pictures of the four elements.
“Your powers were incredible, but that’s not why I fell in love with you!”
Hello darling! I would love to ask you of a prompt where everyone comes over to the loft for dinner and hear Malec in a huge argument in the kitchen that has them afraid that their marriage is falling apart. So they go in ready to intervene only to realize that Magnus and Alec are fighting over what plates to set the dinner table with xD
OH GOD MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND SHENANIGANY ARGUMENTS ARE MY LIFE AND I AM ALL HERE FOR THIS. LET’S DO IT.
Izzy winced at the sound of Magnus and Alec raising their voices again.
“Absolutely not Alexander, I cannot believe that you would consider that acceptable, do you want to insult your siblings-”
“They’re my fucking siblings so I think I’d know what they’d be insulted by-”
“You say that like you have any sense of taste!” Magnus snapped.
Jace winced with Izzy as sound of Alec’s hands hitting the counter filtered into the room a minute later, followed by more hissing and arguing that wasn’t as easy to make out.
“Should we…go interrupt?” Jace asked, wincing at the sound of plates rattling again.
“Absolutely not,” Simon breathed, his eyes wide, staring at the kitchen. “You do not get in the middle of a domestic.”
Clary winced and glanced towards the kitchen at the shout from Alec. “But, I’ve never heard them argue like this.”
Plates rattling came again and all of them flinched together.
“I mean, they’re not actually angry with each other?” Jace said, frowning towards the kitchen. “It’s them. They never actually get angry at each other.”
“Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, if you do not put those down right this fucking instant-”
“You are being irrational!” Alec snapped back.
“Irrational? You’re the one who-”
“Oh no, no, don’t pretend I started this!” Alec growled. “This was all you!”
Magnus scoffed. “Alexander, you need to learn the first thing about-”
“Don’t put on that pretentious attitude with me, just because I don’t want to spend hours cleaning-”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Jace said with a huff, standing up. “I’m not about to let them break up over whatever they’re arguing about. He ignored the warnings from both Izzy and Clary and strode towards the kitchen. “Guys-”
“Look, there’s Jace!” Alec cut himself off and gestured to his parabatai. “Jace, will you please tell Magnus you eat like a goddamn animal, so I am not going to let him use the nice china for dinner tonight?”
Jace blinked in surprise. “I…what?”
Magnus put both of his hands on his hips. “I am willing to sacrifice the loss of a single plate to make sure the rest know that we appreciate them and we aren’t using something gauche like paper fucking plates!”
Jace glanced between the two of them. “Wait. You’re…arguing over what plates to use?”
Magnus turned to look at Jace with a frown. “Yes, what did you think we were fighting over?”
“Something…way more serious….” Jace offered.
Alec snorted. “If you ask Magnus, this is a matter of true life and death,” he said, grabbing the paper plates and heading for the dinner table. “Dinner is served!” he called out.
With a vicious and echoing snap, Magnus changed all of the paper plates into the nice china on the table and smirked at Alec as he took his seat.
Alec glared at him. “You’re doing the dishes tonight,” he said, pointing a fork at Magnus.
Magnus blew him a kiss with a grin. “Worth it!”
Jace shook his head and took a seat. “You two are fucking weird.”
Magnus and Alec looked at him as one and frowned.
Jace glared at Alec. “Also, not an animal.”
Alec snorted. “Yeah, tell me that if you make it through tonight without breaking a plate.”
(Jace made it 95% of the way through dinner, but dropped his plate on the way to the kitchen, but that was entirely Alec and Magnus’ fault for making out in the kitchen while Magnus did the dishes.)
Feel free to send me fluffy prompts for the Malec Anniversary Bash!!
John Mulaney when he finds out that he is a shadowhunter
John Mulaney when he finds out his father is a racist mass murderer
John Mulaney when he finds out that Jace is his brother
John Mulaney walking around Alicante like
John Mulaney talking about his best friend Simon Lewis
John Mulaney when someone brings up his relationship with Jace
John Mulaney when he finds out he did not actually make out with his brother but then later accidentally does
John Mulaney talking about the Clave and nephilim law like
John Mulaney at any given moment about Valentine Morgenstern
John Mulaney when he finds out that Jace is not his brother
Anniversary prompt: AU in which one of them took the other's name instead of hyphenating, and the way it makes him feel inside to be called by his husband's name. ☺️😉
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD THE IDEA I GOT FOR THIS WAS IMMEDIATELY TWI MALEC-ESQUE, BECAUSE I CAN’T GET ONE PIECE OF THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD, SO HOLD ON AND BE READY FOR SOME LAUGHS.
Alec hummed and picked up the marriage license, giving it a bright grin as he paid for it and finished getting them sorted before he headed home for the evening.
A month. In a month he would be married.
Alec grinned brightly and let himself into the loft, relaxing at Chairman Meow immediately announcing himself and heading for him. “Don’t try to fool me young man, I am reasonably sure that Magnus has already fed you.”
Chairman gave a pitiful whine.
“I absolutely have,” Magnus said, stepping out of his office with a huff. He gave Alec a smile and leaned into the kiss from him. “Someone’s in a good mood.”
“Picked up our marriage license today,” Alec said with a grin, kissing Magnus again, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Can’t wait to be married to you, Magnus.”
Magnus hummed into the kiss, leaning into it. “You do seem excited about it, yes,” he teased. When Alec yanked him into another kiss, Magnus turned all of his focus to his fiancee. “Someone wants me to finish work early…” he murmured against Alec’s lips.
“I’m sure I can persuade you, can’t I, Mr. Bane?” Alec breathed, his breath hitching. Soon they’d be Mr. & Mr. Bane and damn if it didn’t make his heart fucking sing to think of it.
“I’m sure you can,” Magnus agreed, letting Alec tug him towards the bedroom.
Later, of course, when they were curled up, Magnus couldn’t help thinking that he wouldn’t be Mr. Bane for much longer. He wrinkled his nose. After going by Magnus Bane for several centuries, changing his name now was certainly going to be interesting.
“Magnus Lightwood,” he whispered to himself and wrinkled his nose. It didn’t feel right, but he would have time to get used to it.
“All right, gentlemen, so after the ceremony is over, you’ll both come over here and we’ll finalize the name change and sign the certificate, which reminds me, it’s Mister and Mister Bane, right? I had a note on that, but wanted to confirm.”
“Yes!” Alec said with a grin. “That’s correct.”
Magnus blinked in surprise and looked at Alec. “It is?”
Alec looked back at Magnus and frowned. “I…yes? Isn’t…don’t you…”
“I, I mean,” Magnus hurried to reassure Alec. “You’re, you’re welcome to take my name, Alec, of course you are, but I didn’t realize you…you wanted…”
“I’ll leave you two to sort that out.”
Alec barely watched him go, giving a brief nod, before looking to Magnus with a frown. “Magnus, I, we, we talked about this, didn’t we? About how we didn’t want to hyphenate, right?”
“Yes, yes, of course we did, Alec,” Magnus said, hurrying to reassure him. “But I thought we decided on us taking your name, not you taking mine.”
“I,” Alec swallowed and looked up at him. “I want to take your name, Magnus. It’s been yours for centuries. Why would I try to take that away from you?”
Magnus swallowed, his heart pounding hard at the casual reminder. “I, if it was what you wanted, Alec, I would-”
Alec sighed and shook his head with a fond smile, stepping forward and cupping Magnus’ face in his hands. “Magnus, darling. I want your last name. I’ve been thinking about it for months now.”
Magnus’ breath caught and he looked up at Alec, leaning into the soft kiss he was given. “You have?”
Alec nodded with a smile. “Yeah. Besides.” He rubbed their noses together. “It’s totally James Bond like, right? Bane, Alec Bane.”
Magnus dissolved into laughter as Alec kissed him again. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But you love me,” Alec teased.
“I do indeed, oh future Mister Bane,” Magnus whispered, his heart and magic leaping in the best way at the words. “You ready to get married?”
Alec smiled and wrapped his arms around Magnus’ waist. “More than I have ever been ready for anything in my life.”
Feel free to send me fluffy prompts for the Malec Anniversary Bash!!
This definitely happened after the wedding, don’t @ me