I love how the last of us is like. love doesn’t have to be audibly communicated. it doesn’t inherently have to be verbally spoken because sometimes it doesn’t need to be. sometimes it’s fixing a watch and offering it as a present. sometimes it’s packing crayons and paint to offer a sense of normalcy and childhood. sometimes it’s selflessly putting yourself between the face of danger and the person you’re growing to care about. sometimes it’s giggling late at night over dumb, silly little puns. sometimes it’s bonding over shared interests. sometimes it’s seeing someone in peril and keeping your eyes affixed on them to ensure that they see the light of day. sometimes it’s a hivemind adjacent level of understanding in which you and the other person can ride the wave of chaos by cognitively working together even at a distance. sometimes actions truly speak louder than words. silence can speak incredible volumes, and in a really touching way. some things don’t need to be said to have visible meaning
Man, Fear Street always makes me emotional. The killers being remembered as monsters by everyone when they all were innocent, good people being forced to kill people—many times, their loved ones—. And we know that they at least have some level of consciousness when they do it because of Ruby Lane; she killed herself, which means that at some point she managed to snap out at least for a moment and took herself out before she could hurt someone else. Nurse Lane, who spent her life investigating and trying to get to the truth about her daughter. Ziggy, who lost her sister and spent her entire adulthood thinking it'd all been for nothing and wishing she'd stayed dead (and then at the end when Ziggy visits Nurse Lane and they both finally get their peace? Sobbing).
And most of all, Sarah's story always gets me the most. Betrayed by someone she trusted and accused and killed by people who'd known her all her life for something she didn't do and because she was a lesbian and loved another woman in 1666, and was remembered as a monster too, as the witch who cursed the town when all she ever tried was getting people to the truth. Always hurts to see her story, but it makes it all the more satisfying when she finally gets her vengeance and finally has people who know the truth about her and respect her. That "Sarah Fier, the first Shadysider" at the end and Sam and Deena kissing in broad daylight just like Sarah wanted to do with Hannah always fucking gets me too.
Are you tired of trying to look on the bright side, and to keep faith? Cause I sure am. But also -- the alternative is far less helpful in making the changes that we need. So: to tiny steps in the right direction, to voting and all the million other things we do to bend the long arc of history.
8 previous years’ birthday comics on tumblr and AO3.
My favorite romantic trope is when the girl is oblivious to her feelings and is like “Why is he being so nice to me? And why can’t I stop thinking about him? Of course, He must be plotting against me.” And the guy is just trying his best to support and love her despite how mean she is.😭
"You can't be a slayer, kid. Slayers are hot chicks. Not dudes with dicks." Dean says.
Y/N rolled his eyes. "Thanks for pointing out the obvious dumbass. I know I'm not a chick, but I am a slayer. The first male slayer."
Sam looks troubled. "But I thought males couldn't be slayers. Since they would he driven mad by the powers and responsibilities of it."
"That's true, and I have no idea how this happened, but after my sister, Buffy, died again, all her powers transferred to me."
"Bullshit. I call bullshit."
Y/N turned and decked Dean in the face, and he was sent flying into the car. The hunter hit the car with a groan. Y/N walked towards him. "Believe me now, Green eyes?"