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#otp: there was no choice to make
buffysummers · 1 year
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Arrow | 2.08 - "The Scientist"
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biboybuckley · 1 year
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thinking about the huntress returns and how fucking hard oliver tried to hide felicity from helena. how goddamn terrified this man was already of someone using felicity against him. how it wasn’t until helena did go after felicity that oliver agreed to take serious action against helena. how helena didn’t even hurt felicity but every ounce of self control oliver had disappeared. just. already, how goddamn scared oliver was of losing her. it was always always her. she was his one weakness, time and time again. yes, so was his family and other friends. but those were all pre-good relationships, the last remnants of his past life. dig came when he donned the hood, but he always knew dig could handle himself. that’s why he signed him on. he didn’t mean to sign felicity on- he didn’t want her involved in this, in danger because of him. but suddenly she was and without meaning to, he created his own greatest weakness. i just think that they. them. yeah.
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waywardted · 11 months
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I love meeting people's moms. It's like reading an instruction manual as to why they're nuts.
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guinevereslancelot · 1 year
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babe would you still love me if we were superheroes and you were in danger and i went absolutely bonkers and crossed every moral boundary imaginable to protect you at literally any cost?
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burberrycanary · 1 month
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Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions)
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Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together
An expression crosses Bucky’s face like a shadow, tightly controlled and gone fast. But he rolls his head to the side, looking over at Steve, calm and steady, worn by life and changed so much but still here, by this small fire and lit with the unsteady golden glow, under these too many stars. 
“Everywhere I go,” Bucky says, “the past is this pit. But I’ve got to keep it behind me, because if I don’t, I’ll fall in. And someday I’m not going to have the strength to crawl back out. So it’s got to stay behind me, Steve—the big nothing right at the back of my feet.”
Steve stares at his walking-around miracle brought back to him by so much carnage and wretched injustice he’ll never be able to set right, not in all his remaining days. 
Because here’s the truth: he’s never once caught Bucky and every time he’s ended up following, he’s been too late to save him from all this suffering—the war, the future, and the long fall into the cold that came in between.
Honesty is all he has to give, which may just be adding to the burdens of a man doomed to carry a terrible load he can’t put down.
But maybe there’s something in the old paradox: the weight that makes you feel lighter. 
Maybe that’s what loving someone is.
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Only one more chapter to go—I'm almost done with this! Many thanks to my betas @village-skeptic​​​​​​​​​​​, @booksandabeer​​​​​​​​​​​ and @zenaidamacrouras1​​​​​​​​​​​ 🥰
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battlecouplesoulmates · 8 months
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I'm going through every single choice in I Can Teach You and this song is way gayer than I thought on my first 8 playthroughs! You can really see how much Grace and Freddie love each other. Pan has just met them and can tell there's romantic feelings there.
If you choose the right options you can see they have romantic feelings no matter who/what colour you choose.
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spikesdru · 2 years
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bangel + the day that never was
angel the series; i will remember you/ lord of the rings by j.r.r. tolkien/ moonlight over the ocean by marianna foster/ i’ll remember you by sophie zelmani/ romeo and juliet by sergio cupido/ sylvia plath
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make me choose @maya-matlin asked Craig/Ashley or JT/Liberty
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youngpettyqueen · 28 days
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im gonna be unreasonable about Julian having the Klingon chef actually make their lunches rather than just getting the food from the replicators
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absenthearted · 1 year
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THE TIES THAT BIND || a travis x laura playlist about the pull of fate, the lines drawn in the sand, a home you can never return to, and finding hope and trust and love again in the last place you would ever look. [read] [listen]
master & a hound - gregory alan isakov where were you when I was still kind?
promise - ben howard who am I, darling to you / who am I
little lion man - mumford & sons but it was not your fault but mine / and it was your heart on the line / I really fucked it up this time / didn’t I, my dear?
wish it was true - the white buffalo mother, I tried to do right by you / to do what you asked me to / I did wrong, and I knew
poison & wine - the civil wars I don’t have a choice but I still choose you
the savior complex - phoebe bridgers all the bad dreams that you hide / show me yours, I’ll show you mine
happiness is a butterfly - lana del rey do you want me or do you not?
shrike - hozier I couldn’t utter my love when it counted / ah, but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now
peace - taylor swift all these people think love’s for show / but I would die for you in secret
heal - tom odell and take my past / and take my sins / like an empty sail takes the wind / and heal
to build a home - the cinematic orchestra this is a place where I don’t feel alone / this is a place where I feel at home
last sunrise in the wasteland - at the end of times, nothing instrumental.
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drakesroyalromance · 6 months
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Nace Week 2023, day 5, free choice: Parallels between Nancy and Ace and my other favourite investigative duos
4.01, The Dilemma of the Lover’s Curse // 2.12, Chapter Twenty-Five: The Wicked and the Divine.
4.13, The Light Between Lives // 7.06, The Time of Our Lives.
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buffysummers · 2 years
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Arrow | 1.06 - “Legacies”
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shredsandpatches · 8 months
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These two statements are from the same (non-scholarly, to be fair) piece and it gave me whiplash. Mostly because I think the "reverse psychology" reading of the "why, this is hell" conversation is the least interesting approach possible. (It's not torture if you enjoy doing it, after all.)
...buuuuuut now cross-referencing the (good) left-hand comment with this article about submission and surrender in DF which makes the point that in seeking Mephistopheles' service Faustus looks to surrender himself not only in hell but also as a practitioner of magic during his life, and reads this as the evil goateed mirror universe version of ideal Calvinist devotion and surrender to God--so on the one hand you have Mephistopheles who is bound absolutely to serve Lucifer but is actually pretty unwilling/unhappy about it, and on the other you have Faustus who is actually (in form) the ideal of the willing servant but because of where he directs it, it's his complete destruction. And when you factor in Marlowe's harsh cosmology, with an active demonic presence and a strong sense of God's wrath but only the barest hint of love and mercy -- I don't think Marlowe is doing Milton's thing of presenting an attractive devil whom he then deflates along with the reader's sympathy; I think Marlowe is doing his own sort of subtle rage against the heavens. Oh, Mephistopheles, we're really in it now.
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notmoreflippingelves · 2 months
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Krisnix - Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibilty AU, for the prompts, please? 😉🌹
"You do not suppose me capable of real feeling-- do you, Klavier? I will admit that I do not wear my heart upon my sleeve as you do, but you are wrong to assume that it does not beat and burn and long just as fiercely as your own does. I have known of Mr. Edgeworth's prior claim for months now, and for those months, I have thought of little else than Phoe--than Mr. Wright and the regard that I still hold for him. But the family needs my strength and my resolve--not least after your own romantic disappointment--so I remain ever the sense to counterbalance your own sensibility."
Klavier said nothing in reply but placed a steady hand on his brother's shoulder, until Kristoph covered the hand with one of his own.
Send me a prompt and I'll write a 4-5 sentence drabble about it
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elvenbeard · 8 months
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I love my friends for giving me the best silly drawing ideas and headcanons for the blorbos xDDD
(ignore my pfp and username xDDD the skinniest legs and flattest ass in all of NC, but we love him for it <3)
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burberrycanary · 1 month
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Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions)
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Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together
They waste a lot of water and kiss, fooling around until the hot water tank gets tired of their shenanigans and gives out.
Standing on the linoleum floor, Steve shoves a towel at Bucky, who he gallantly saved from the cold water blast.
“Still taking hits for your guys in the field,” Bucky says, trying for a droll expression he’s too giddy to creditably manage.
The bathroom is small enough there isn’t one single stretch of bare wall he can back Bucky up against: an unfortunate oversight. So he settles for cupping his palm around the back of Bucky’s neck, sliding his fingers into the damp hair where drops of water are gathering, and kissing Bucky as soft and slow and devastating as he knows how.
“Guy,” he corrects. “You’re my guy. Person. Human being.” 
Several jokes visibly occur to Bucky—and, yeah, the universe is so much bigger and stranger than either of them knew as those two kids from Brooklyn.
But all Bucky does is stare back for a long time in this warm tiny room, where steam has obscured every possible mirrored surface, before he leans in for a light brush of a kiss. 
“Yeah, okay,” he says, quietly. 
Read Chapter 45 on AO3
Only two more chapters to go! Many thanks to my betas @village-skeptic​​​​​​​​​​​, @booksandabeer​​​​​​​​​​​ and @zenaidamacrouras1​​​​​​​​​​​ 🥰
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