thinking about how there's never gonna be another ship like destiel because shows simply don't last as long as spn did anymore therefore no ship could ever have the build up and history destiel had that spanned 12 years on and off screen and still continues now
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avanine truthers come to the front of the class
ummm GUYS
okay first of all - ava popping up on janine at work is SO cute! they kinda framed it like this was ava's first visit to janine's office at the district but there's noo way she's been there for five months and this is the first time. like i'm imagining janine there late one night that first week tidying up her office and ava stops by with food like "i knew you'd still be here"
janine being ava's mole in the district office is absolutely coming back around this season and i look forward to that with delight and glee
"i'm more important than whatever you're doing for Jacob" ummm need i say more???
side note: ava in this purple like be still my beating heart
ava immediately being like "that doesn't sound like janine i think the fuck not" and springing into action when she hears that she's struggling really shows how far they've come. season one she would've made some joke about her but now she's like - the girl who never gives up is giving up??? NOT ON MY WATCH.
immediately yes and i need more.
this was not directly avanine content but ava going "well, gregory? is no?" was absolutely about janine and i won't be told otherwise lol
"I don't need to schedule a meeting to see my girl" it was right there i'm just sayingg
the way janine's chin, face, and whole body lifted up when ava said they were friends is replaying in my head on a loop!!! and so is the way ava lets that slip and sees her reaction nd immediately draws back just a tad like PLEASE. they love each other and that's all
also love that ava can't resist throwing out that bit about tariq on her way out and then teasing her about him later. she's such a menace and i really love her for that
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so fascinated w everything abt akira kurusu!! hes overconfident & way too willing to sacrifice himself & he is the nicest politest boy ever and hes so so angry and he cant shut up and hes quiet and hes hiding from the world. he is driven by his morals and there are also timelines where hes so extremely painfully selfish. hes chosen by god and hes the worlds most average 16 year old. hes completely insane and hes literally normal. his relationships are more genuine and close and earnest than anyone would expect from friendships only a few months old and he’s avoiding fully opening up to people. he needs his brain scrubbed with an industrial brush. hes completely fine. his best friend is a cat
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If you like Kuwei, whatever you do, just don’t think about how he probably grew up isolated from his peers because of his father’s status. How he probably took to reading because no one around him could spare a single second for him. How, when he and his father had to flee the country and were captured by the Fjerdans, he probably realized that what happened to him was a perfect backstory for a main character of some epic story. How, when he had to watch his father try to create a drug that could enslave and kill nearly all Grisha in the world, people just like the two of them, his biggest comfort came from the silly belief that at the end of his story, he too would have everything that he wanted — a family, a lover, a friend, just anyone who would finally care about him. Recognition. Joy. Love.
How, when his father died and he was left alone, a small, delusional, cruel part of him was almost sure that it was necessary for him to then be loved. How, when the Crows came for him, deep down, he fully expected them to be his new family. How, even when everyone was cold to him on the ship, he still tired to convince himself that it was because one of theirs was on the brink of death. How he dumbly tried to tell himself that they won’t actually turn him over to the merchant that wants him because they’re reasonable people. How he spent his days and nights in a cold tomb, pushing down the memories of his now dead father and his grim future, all alone, curled up in a corner.
How he had developed a crush on Jesper, bright, kind, warm Jesper, as if he could do anything else, and then had to watch helplessly as that ray of sunshine ignored him, as he got closer to the boy that had his face. How his skills and efforts were ignored just because what he might know seemed far more important to the people around him. How, not more than two days before the auction where his death would be faked, he got kissed by the man he began to adore and then was disliked for it by the only member of the team that actually tried to befriend him for a while.
How he had to stand tall in front of all the people, all those merchants, the royalty, the warriors, the guards, the farmers, the children, everyone, all the people who came to the Church of barter just to see who he’d be sold to. How he had to trust the six teens who only had qualms about killing him because he was worth a whole lot of money, with his life as different governments called out numbers that could feed the whole world for an entire lifetime. How the last thing that he could’ve seen before he died if the bullet that hit his chest missed his button even by a single hair, was the chaos ‘Brekker and his Crows’ started.
How, when he woke up, he barely had any time to calm down because one of the teens, the Drüskelle, was dead. How he now had to mourn him now, too, along with all that he lost. How, when he was laying down on the ship to pretend he’s dead, he realized that the people he saw as his saviors less than two months ago, and as the thing that he wanted more than life, didn’t care for him at all anymore. That they might even be happier if he died. How, as he neared the sea, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d let his one chance at happiness higher along the canal and that he was now destined for a life of despair.
How, when he arrived to the Little Palace, he wasn’t met with kindness or friendly faces. How he had to hide the fact that the thing he worked on day and night was the cure to a drug that his father had created, a drug that could’ve destroyed Grisha all around the world. How he was their only hope in the war against Fjerda. How he spent his nights awake dreaming of being a part of the family that the Crows clearly were. How he couldn’t seem to fit in anywhere he went.
Most importantly of all, don’t think about the fact that he’d been alone all his life.
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[ ...Liking women wasn’t the least bit shameful, but treating women like saviors, cowering within their embrace and seeking courage from them…even without anyone saying it, Shen Qingqiu knew that was horrendously shameful. ]
I always understood this as SJ saying 'It's so shamefully unmanly of me to be protected by a woman.'
but lately I've began to wonder if it's more like 'I crave to be a malewife for a big strong woman but it is unmanly thus shameful so I can not achieve my desires. :c Alas gender norms'
TLDR; Does anyone know of any fics of SJ being a sub or just getting topped by a big strong woman?
And if not, why is no one writing them!? I think it'd be amazing for that bastard's mental health!
We know of one person he's canonically slept with (thought probably not in a sexual sense). Where are the fics!?
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"to swallow my desire and choke on it" to this day is my favorite Sleep Token lyric.
on it's own, this line looks unimportant, boring, nothing special about it. but really this is the last thing (in the first verse) on Vessel's list of things that he would "give anything" for. and how heartbreaking is that, to ask someone- a person, a god, anyone- to offer them everything, just to make the longing and painful memories and yearning and heart ache, go away. I'd give anything to swallow my desire and choke on it. I would pay any price, just please make it stop.
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✨⚡️ Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ⚡️✨
Tagged by @acountrygirlsfun (a couple times by now, though not actually this most recent time, but I figure it still counts!) Thank you, Caitlin <3 <3 <3
Helix took a deep breath in, counted four flashes of the desperate direct-@ lights coming in from his side chat panels, and breathed out. His voice came out steady, and miraculously casual.
"We understand why you did it. You were trying to keep our brothers safe."
He watched Harp's eyes go wide at the 'our' brothers. Like he hadn't expected the rest of them to claim the Corries. Because he'd been hiding from them just like from the longnecks, he had falsified his—
Deep breath in. Two flashes, no time for longer, leave no silence for Harp to panic in. Breathe out. Keep going.
This is not seven sentences, but it's also largely not complete sentences anyway, and it is literally what I just seconds ago finished writing. Still counts!
No-pressure tagging uhhh @ialpiriel, @goingsparebutwithprecision, @anaclastic-azurite, anybody else who might want to play?
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