enough about that other guy, i want to talk about stede in season two.
i want to talk about how he didn't even care that all his things had been destroyed, that his only concern was what that destruction said about ed's state of mind.
i want to talk about how he mucked right in with the crew at jackie'z and on zheng's ship.
i want to talk about that excellent belly flop into the fucking ocean when they found the revenge.
i want to talk about that absolute romantic hero moment on the rocky shoreline, giving the bottle a kiss before tossing it into the sea
i want to talk about how completely he understands ed, from burn the world or die trying to i know (you love me). i know that.
i want to talk about how he remains his bitchy, hapless, cringefail self while still growing as a person and getting better at things. His better may still be worse than other people's good but he's getting there.
i want to talk about how he gave up his swishy red suit because the crew needed him to.
i want to talk about how much more palpably comfortable he is in his own skin this season, with none of the finery that was a shield and a prison for him his whole life.
i want to talk about how he never, ever gave up on ed no matter what. Because stede was in Love, goddamn it, finally, and he was not going to lose that, to death or mutiny or anything else.
season two stede bonnet--i just think he's neat.
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kuroo tetsurou who always runs hot, your own personal heater no matter the season
kuroo, who would rather kick the sheets onto the floor in a heap than let go of you during sticky summer nights. he doesn’t care if you whine and grumble, nudging your head to rest gently on his bare chest - sooner or later, even you have to admit his steady warmth keeps the chill of the air conditioner comfortably at bay.
kuroo, who tucks your joined hands into the pocket of his coat and lets the soft trace of his thumb over your palm chase away the january frost. in spite of the calluses on his fingers, his touch is delicate; in spite of the delicateness of his touch, every brush sends little sparks dancing across your skin as you walk side by side down the snowy street.
kuroo, who always has to have some part of him touching some part of you; his leg thrown over your hip, his chin resting atop your head, his lips pressed tenderly to the backs of your knuckles. you’d never tell him, but the warmth that blossoms within your own heart at each gentle touch makes it feel like he gives you a little piece of himself. a little piece of joy, a little piece of comfort. a little piece of love, from him to you.
or maybe you would tell him, just to see that warmth spread across his cheeks in a pretty pink flush.
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Ballas: Grendel demands a gallant equal
Gauss Prime: doing armpit farts at the corpus
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hi i need everybody to stop and see this selfie that lou ferrigno jr took with maurice the chicken from bobby begins again (+ bonus bts photo)
its unreal how much i need this man
anyways thank you for your time enjoy your day
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Enjoying the foreshadowing in Mr. Brown showing up unexpectedly, expecting Aziraphale to manage an event the way he wants, then arriving at Aziraphale’s bookshop for the scheduled event and going “....? where are the chairs?” and Aziraphale going :) “out of the way for the dancing!”
Much like Metatron hauling Aziraphale up to use him for wrangling the scheduled event of The Second Coming, only when they get to it, the Metatron gets there and is like “???? where is the apocalypse, Aziraphale?” and Aziraphale going :) “I put it out of the way for the dancing”.
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'I used to take things very seriously'~
I would say glow up, but he's always been perfect ♡
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