ladies, before you cry over him, remember that percy jackson went to the depths of hell and back for his girl.
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It’s always “I would die for you” and never “I would walk through Tartarus with you”
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Most romantic thing in the world to me actually would be if Spock went thru with kolinahr and everything went to plan and he was genuinely fine and comfortable with himself afterwards but he deeply regrets it still bc he realizes it wasn't logical to have gone through with it when he only did it to be accepted and there was nothing ever wrong with him, purging emotions isn't some superior state of being it's just a different mode of existence that is no more valuable than the former, and Jim's wellbeing is still very important to him as his t'hy'la bc mutual relationships are not the product of emotion they are a fundamentally important part of life whether u have feelings or not and Jim does have feelings and it was fucked up of him to damage them over his obsession with fitting in to Vulcan society, and a few weeks after he comes back he tells Jim he loves him softly while tryna calm him down from something and he's like no you fucking don't please dont say that to me it hurts more knowing you'd lie about it and Spock's like I'm not lying I do love you and Jim pulls himself up and looks him in the eyes like ok what does that mean and he goes I don't think it matters that I can't feel emotion anymore when I know what loving you felt like. It's in my core. If it can transcend life, actual material existence then why wouldn't it be able to transcend the emotion itself. Don't you think it's bigger than any of that. I love you because I know I do
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my entire closet is BUSINESS CASUAL how am i supposed to be a gay little slut under these conditions..!!!!
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I think as writers we should hold funerals for our WIPs more often.
Dearly beloved, gather us here today where this fic of some middle-aged man getting rawdogged and this other fanfic about the importance of friendship are laid to rest, because the author got really distracted playing that new video game.
We celebrate what could have been, cut-and-recycle those really good lines or ideas, because I swear I'm going to use them, I swear! And drag this poor document not to the great recycling bin or trash, but to the "graveyard" folder because sometimes I like to commune with the dead.
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from deep space abt the show at Wembley
all the videos and static imagery from tonight's show somehow didn't feel like something overwhelmingly grandiose, but no! neither did it feel ...bad? hollow? overrated? not good at using words at all. it still had those vibes of the smaller venues, damn, of The Room Below, too. of a play in an old theatre. something warm, a family-like collective big yet not causing terrible sensory overload. as if after the show V was going to pick up a big plush toy and to go to bed. as if it was not what humanity is these years, but what it is in the books for children where life and love always win.
it's a fairy tale to us. in the warmest sense possible. so we imagine that - kinda collective dream - all the folks make sure Vessel takes the meds, has enough rest, as many hugs and comfort textures to touch as he needs, and even the deity we can call Sleep reacts like "do you even have an idea how difficult it is, how many years has it taken to find and to shape a perfect vessel? do you have a slightest idea that you, with your voice, and movements, and emotions, aren't easily replaceable as well? lie down, fragile thing, i'm going to heal you as much as it's possible for me on your human plane of existence, and you're going to have a divine long rest".
you're SO LOVED, a little masked boy. and we know this love reaches through any walls. and what we witnessed today is a history, a legend, a dream come true and - if you will - a portal now open.
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