okay okay but the metaphor when christine simultaneously isn't moving fast enough for spock at chess and isn't moving fast enough for him in their relationship while jim is playing the game in his head from across the room
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More thoughts. Hey, you’re here of your own free will
I love how, in the first season, Luz was talking about like “i will be like the good witch Azura”
Then in season 2, she refered to herself as “the good witch Luzura”
And then finally, season 3, she says “do not underestimate me Belos, for I am the good witch Luz.”
I love how it shows her character development into becoming her own person.
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A teaser for Part 3
Small feet running on carpet, muffled thuds and a tiny, racing heart. Stretching up to reach the handle of the bedroom door, surrounded by darkness, pursued by shadows. Hunted, terrified, little hands slick with sweat, struggling for one terrifying moment to grip the knob properly before swinging it open, ignoring the bang as it struck the wall.
“Mom!”
A cry, like the bleating of a lamb, and a responding confused groan muffled by a duvet and a face pressed into a pillow.
“Mmm?”
Running to the other side of the bed, the little boy grabbed at the bedsheets, pulling at them with as much strength as he could muster, driven by adrenaline and the promise of safety. The shadows would not find him there. The eyes would no longer be able to see, to stare at him silently from the corner of his room.
He wanted his mom. He needed his mom.
An arm reached out, slender, still lax with sleep but filled with a mother’s instinct and love.
“What’s wrong?”
He climbed in, fingers grasping, clutching at the shirt of her pyjamas tight enough to knot the fabric in his hands. She pulled him in close, arm wrapping around his tiny frame to press a soft, sleepy kiss to the crown of his head. He leaned into her touch, face hiding against her collarbone, racing pulse finally slowing, soothed by the presence of the one person he loved more than anyone else in the world.
Smothered words against her shirt, a fear-induced spiel that ran out of him like water through open floodgates. The shapes in the corners, the hands reaching out from beneath the closet doors, the tapping at the window - one, two, three, one, two, three. Insistent, never leaving him. The eyes that he could not see, watching, always watching.
“A nightmare again?” She asked, voice quiet. He could feel it vibrating through her chest and into him, settling into his bones. A hand running through his hair, a soft sigh as she felt the dampness of tears starting to soak through, “Oh, Mark, honey. It’s okay - I’m here.”
Part 3 'Old Rugged Cross' will be up in May!
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I am arfing, barking and awooging all over the place-
DID YOU SEE THAT LOVING SOFT SMILE??!?
DID YOU SEE HOW ETHEREAL HE IS???
DID YOU SEE ME ROCKET NOSEBLEENING MYSELF OUT OF THE FUCKING PLANET???
I need him NOW
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CHAPTER 9 CHAPTER 9 HOKY HELL OH MY GOFD IMQKBSOWJWOFOGODODKDMD IK GOJNA READ THE HELL OUT OF THIS IM SO EXCITED LAJLWJQLD BAMSARA U TALENTED AMAZIGN WRITER THANK YOU
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