#the gentle love they show for each other

[djarin]

the way they both sidled up to each other. the way they kissed under the moonlight. the way they set and respected each other's boundaries. the hand holding, the thumb war, the gentle smile, the "you won." this is the queer representation i needed. queer people being unapologetically queer in all the gentle, sweet ways we know.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #rhys darby #taika waititi #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd spoilers #i'm not okay i'm like. actually in tears #you don't understand how much it means to me #to see queer people just. being queer #not being plagued by it. no one throwing a big fuss about it. no one needing to explain anything to anyone #to try to show that your identity and existence is authentic #to have to fight for it because you're told you can't be authentic if you're queer #the gentle love they show for each other #that is what queer love is about

[hwaitham]

⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ first piece of marginalia ( of many , hopefully :3 ) about eremite!al haitham && akademiya student!reader ♥︎ f!reader + not proofread + subtly implied trauma on both reader n haitham's end

you first meet the eremite who's to serve as your bodyguard throughout your research expedition on the day of your departure, at your designated meeting spot under the pavilion in pardis dhyai. its stone pillars cascade with vines of sumeru roses that shine a sweet lavender hue under the morning sun— one of which you've plucked and tucked into your hair earlier, leaning over the railing to gaze at your reflection in the pond and smile at the beauty of it.

(and a petal which has unknowingly slipped off and fallen to rest ever so delicately within the dip of your clavicle.)

“al haitham, yes? um, hello!” you greet the eremite as he walks into the pavilion with a quiet waver to your voice, bow respectfully, try to still the timid pitter-patters of your heart that only seem to worsen the longer you're in his presence.

because this man standing before you is large— tall, broad, as stunning as the pale blue moon. his upper body is strapped with tough sinew and yet his waist remains lean, torso mostly bare save for the pashmina shawl draped about his neck and the worn leather holster slung across his chest.

and he's silent. offering you only a small bow in return before giving you a quick once over, gait unhurried as he takes one, two long strides to stand by your side. it's an arduous task to bring yourself to look up at his face, but you do— lips parting in awe when you realise he's unlike any other desert eremite you've met before.

the trimmed red silk tied around his head shelters only one of his eyes.

how interesting, you think to yourself, for what you know of desert eremites is that they are convinced all things betray, even their own sight.

you bite your tongue to stop the questions that bubble and ebb at the forefront of your throat from tumbling past your lips, the innate scholarly need to learn and dissect and digest and know. a surprised little squeak escapes you instead when he turns his head and catches you staring, meeting your curious eyes with technicoloured cyan.

“is something the matter?”

“no, not at all! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare,” you flush hot under the intensity of his gaze, play with the flouncy sleeve of your blouse while you giggle nervously. you're unsure whether it's his size, or his beauty, or his quiet dominance that makes you feel much more shy than you'd like to feel, far too giddy— as if you're a little girl back in grade school.

“alright. shall we get going then? we're losing daylight with each second that passes.” al haitham holds a hand out in front of you, waiting expectantly.

you tilt your head in confusion and pout. what's he asking for? a tip? your hand?

“your bags?” he heaves a sigh, rests his other hand on his hip. you feel a hint of irritation in his words, and your heart wilts a little, “did you want me to carry them?”

“oh!” you exclaim in realisation before hoisting your travel bags further up your shoulders, force a reassuring smile on your lips. “it's okay, i couldn't possibly ask that of you. i can handle it myself, really!”

that couldn't be further from the truth, and al haitham sees right through it, with your shoulders hunched forward from the leaden weight of your bags slung atop them, the wince in your step as you walk towards the pathway, how you nearly topple over when you lose the slightest bit of balance.

“hey,” he pinches his brow, a certain roughness in his voice when he calls out to you that withers into something more gentle, tender after you turn to look at him. sweet and innocent and dewy-eyed. like a flower too frail, one whose stem may snap clean off if looked at the wrong way. “let me take them.”

al haitham doesn't allow you to protest, swiftly lifting your bags from your shoulders and holding onto them with ease, their weight nothing compared to what he's had to endure throughout the entirety of his life.

“it's my job to take care of you these next few weeks, and i intend to do it well.” he walks ahead of you, the longer mint strands of his hair swaying with the wind, the air around him lifting into something lighter— even if it's only by the most minute amount. “besides, you'll tip me generously if i do, won't you?"

his voice lilts mischievously, and you can only bring yourself to watch on in awe. nerves melting into excitement, cheeks warming not from timidness, but anticipation of what lies ahead in the next month— for your research, yes, but also for something closer to your heart.

a companion, a friend.

you smile a smile that reaches far past your eyes, bounding up to him with those clumsy fawn legs as you try to match his pace. two of your steps for one of his own. “of course i will, thank you so, so much! and i'll do my best to keep from making trouble for you— it'll make your job easier too, i hope!”

al haitham hesitates for a brief moment when you thank him so earnestly, so wholeheartedly, so unlike any of the other scholars he'd been commissioned to act as a guard for. with your smile so cloyingly sweet and your kindness so childishly naive, he can't help but feel a bit grim.

how much violence did it take for you to become this gentle?

the faintest of smiles— honeysuckle soft— curls up on his lips and he gives your head a single pat, sweeps the spare rose petal off of your clavicle, quietly wonders what he's gotten himself into by accepting this commission.

“silly girl. come, let's get going.”

#haitham ❤︎ #&(*^&@)*(&& hieeee ! ! omgeeb so 🥺 this is how i imagine reader n haitham to meet in this au . . #i rllie like imagining alhaitham w someone who is more . . . gentle n naive n almost timid ?? like despite all The Horrors they are still #not worn down by it all ( or so it seems C; ) n remain tender towards the world #bcos . as we know . alhaitham is . . not exactly that . he is much more guarded n cautious after experiences frm his own life #+ also seeing what happens to others #so putting him with his ' diametric antithesis ' jus sounds rllie precious in my eyes 🥺🥺 #how they cn learn frm each other ! show each other something they've never seen before 🥺 #maybe fall a little in love in the process . . . WAAAH #anws :3 anywhosies :3 this is what this au is all about :3 n i hope ! ! ! i hope #if / when i continue to post lil blurbs about it #this is what u envision too :3 #WAH ! #um um um ! ! 🥺 if u like this au or wnt to see more of it . . . then may i selfishly ask u to interact with this post ?? #even a like is fine ! ! or u can tell me too ! #'s just to gauge interest bcos rn i dont weally knowwww if anyone is interested in this besides like . #Me ><

[sensationseekng]

izzy as the eight of cups - giving up and moving on, courage and loss, letting go of friends, lovers, and old ways of being

(that's the inn in the distance)

eight of cups description from Little Red Tarot:

#is this ghost izzy on a ghost ship? alive izzy on the revenge? alive izzy on his own? ghost izzy on the revenge? yes :) #im so so pro Izzy living his own life and not haunting Ed and maybe coming back to visit and learning how to be actual friends with Ed #i came to this pairing for the x rated violent fan fic #but all I want for them post season 2 is learning how to be gentle with th each other #become trustworthy #learn how to love each other better!!! #Izzy is both dead and alive in my universe thank you for understanding #description from little red tarot is exactly what I am going for #(is this about my relationship w the show? maybe a little) #I’ve had this idea in my head for months now but when I heard the show was cancelled it was like well now I gotta make it RIGHT NOW #my horse girl past serves me well when it’s time to draw the hoof #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means fanart #israel hands #edizzy #blackhands

[sotwk]

A person can be told "I love you" literally every single day of their life, and still live their whole life feeling wretchedly unloved.

#you need at least a little show to go with that tell #and some people need more than just a little sign #and HOW you say things matter more than WHAT you say #relationships #gentle reminders #naneth stuff #mental health #love each other #spread love #communication #social interaction #advice #sotwk musings #love language #feeling

[problemnyatic]

You have to choose love. I'm sorry, I know. I know it hurts. I know you're upset, you deserve to be outraged. Your pain is real and deeply unjust. But you have to. You have to choose love.

There's too much hurt in the world. Too much bitterness. The powerful have built an inconciecable machine that turns all human suffering into unimaginable wealth, and it us hurting all of us. It has taught us to hurt each other.

We can't let it continue. We can't keep lashing out at each other. We can't keep making enemies of our siblings in pain. We have to choose love. We have to.

We have to forgive each other. Not entirely, we don't have to forget our pain, but we have to forgive enough to see each other as more alike than separate. We have to forgive each other for being taught to cause hurt.

I'm not your enemy. You aren't mine. There are people poisoning our planet en masse, killing our mother earth, erasing whole cultures, stripping human rights to keep us disempowered. We can't let ourselves become each other's enemies, even when we hurt each other.

Your pain is real. You deserve better. We all do. But we'll only achieve better if we save our ire for the real bigger fish. We can't keep fighting over the details, we all already agree on the most important part: we deserve better.

Language will always be muddy, we won't all speak the same meaning into the same words. We're gonna step on each other's toes, hurt each other deeply, even when we mean to be gentle. We're going to make mistakes along the way, we'll be misguided. But we have to forgive. We have to choose love.

I know this is preachy, I know this is vague, I know this is corny. I know. I'm just.. scared. I'm terrified. Every day I see so many like-minded people on here who would sooner tell one another to kill themselves than agree to fight for our common causes because of deeply held presumptions of character built on superficial things. I see people declaring anyone who finds joy in the wrong things, the wrong labels, to be as good as an abuser, as the very people who've put the boot on our necks in the first place.

I see so many people see the state of our world, the abysmal status quo, and respond by pouring a deep righteous passion into delineating who of us is a worthy enough aly and who is effectively a walking incarnation of their ideological enemy.

We'll never be able to achieve the unity we need to take our rights back if we're so quick to make teams and choose sides. I know, I know that a lot of these things actually matter, I'm not trying to dismiss the significance of any of these things.

What I'm saying is that, despite these conflicts, we need to swallow our differences and choose to love each other enough to focus not on the ways in which we are divided, but on our unity in oppression. Every LGBT person is threatened by any of us having our rights taken, we are a family. Every internet user, proship, antiship, vanilla, kinky, artist, lurker, all of us are threatened by attacks on privacy, by the advancement of censorship of any kind.

We can sort out our grudges when there's time. But I can't help but think too much is too dire for us to let ourselves choose to fight each other as enemies when we're all in such similar need of better.

We need humility in the face of error. We need to let go of the fear of being wrong, of having believed the wrong things, fought for the wrong causes, of having hurt other people. We need to release our guilt, for no amount of it will ever heal a wound inflicted, reverse an error made. We need to see even our enemies as human, even the worst of us as human. We need to remember that we, and others, can always make a choice.

Everything is so, so goddamn scary. It's hard to know what to believe, and who to trust, and who and what and where is safe. And I think that the answer has to be love. We have to love recklessly, we have to be kind no matter what. We have to trust ourselves to change, to be capable of change, of being accepted for changing, we have to trust each other to mean well, to accept us when we try to improve. We have to give second chances, we have to seek the humanity behind each other's actions, and seek to connect with it.

I love you. I want to make a better world with you. Even if we believe different things, I want your life to be easy. I want food in your fridge, I want joy to be an old friend you can always count on being in your daily life. I want rest for you. I want sleep to come easy, I want you to feel safe. I want you warm in the cold, and cool in the heat. I love you.

#I keep drafting posts like this #I don't know what I want to change or do I just #I want us all to fight less #we have more in common than anything else #we're not separate #we're all just animals who are scared and traumatized #and I think we should be each other's respite #I'm not a fool for loving the monster. I'm not careless for pushing through the cuts and claws #I will hold and hold and show gentleness until it clicks that even if I deserve to show anger #I will still choose to be safe #we all need to feel more safe #I want to add to that #I hope you will too #problemnyatic rambles #probpemnyatic thoughts

[visualtaehyun]

#cryptic post i know but- i'm a puddle on the floor #please add your own answers if you've seen the entirety of #love for love's sake #or maybe if anyone hasn't seen it - think about your answer to this question and then go watch the show #it's beautiful and heart-breaking and life-affirming and healing #this show is a warm hug. a gentle scolding. and the promise to not let go of each other's hands. #love supremacy zone #kbl #bella and the blorbos

[greencarnation]

i don't want them to kiss. i want them to hold hands. i want them to hug. i want crowley to hide his smile in aziraphale's neck and i want aziraphale to play with crowley's hair. i want them to fall asleep in the same bed at night and wake up to make each other coffee. do you get it? do you understand me?

#gentle and romantic #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #they're in love and i want them to show it #mr gaiman you better deliver #i want them to take walks together in the park and hold hands the whole way even while they bicker #i want them to look at each other and i want it to be so obvious they're in love #two asexual genderless beings #mine

[faeymouse]

I’m about halfway through S3 of Vikings now, and if this season has taught me anything it’s that heterosexual relationships are the devil. There is not a single straight couple having a good time in here rn.

Meanwhile, on count sixty million (give or take) of Athelstan and Ragnar shouting their devotion to one another from every 9th century rooftop they can find, and last I saw they were huddled together at the end of a Dragon boat kicking their feet and giggling about Paris. There really are two layers to this show about Vikings, and one is about Vikings while the other is a slowburn enemy to friends (to lovers?) romcom with enough combined obsessive devotion to make Sherlock and Watson look like casual business associates by comparison.

#babbles #faey watches #vikings #athelnar #i really cant state enough the sheer dicotomy of this show #it’s both the most testerone fueled male fantasy in existence #and at the same time such a gentle look at all the different types of love there is #like you gotta give them props. ragnar has women falling all over him daily but his most potent relationship is with some priest #that he’s asked to sleep with him! twice! #he’s both the most heterosexual cis guy you can imagine and yet not #and im not even mad about it #can’t even call it queerbaiting imo bc they’re open af about how much athelstan and ragnar love each other #it’s more the show is like ‘love comes in so many forms and also we’re rated tv 14 so we gotta be creative’ #genuinely dunno how this can end happy this show is too dramatic for #‘and they were just besties until the end of their days which were long and happy’ #either someone’s gonna die tragic or there’s gonna be a betrayal

[p4nishers]

thinking about her again (ed and stede holding each other w both hands and playing thumb war)

#u dont understand how much that scene means to me like they're just so comfortable w each other in a way they were never before w anyone #else and ed could never allow himself to be soft and gentle before stede bc he had to survive and if he wasn't intimidating he was basically #dead but stede showed up again and again that being soft gentle kind etc isn't a bad thing and stede created A SAFE SPACE in the brutality #of piracy and he showed ed that letting himself be soft is never a bad thing and ed is just SO comfortable w stede even after everything and #no one ever loved stede and he never loved anyone in a way that made him want to touch them in such a sweet way or any way really but ed #showed him what it was like to be loved like breathing and i just i JUSSDRF #ofmd #stede bonnet #edward teach #gentlebeard #our flag means death s2 #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers

[fencecollapsed]

I absolutely hate it when any show is canceled before getting the chance to tell its full story, it's a deeply unfair thing to happen in any case

but I will admit. there is sometimes a TINY element of relief I feel when I hear what the plans were for the followup that never got to be and the plans were. bad.

#this post is about the midnight club #primarily that ilonka and kevin were gonna be revealed to be soulmates and the ghosts they saw were their own past lives #thats so. oh my god it sucks so bad #i hate it so much #i am NOT happy the show was canned #i would rather have seen the reveal come to fruition and be pissed off about it than read it off the creator's blog and be pissed about it #complicated feelings though yknow what i mean #because oh my god #i hate the concept so much #every other character has to come to terms with their deaths realistically #but these fucking two get to go gentle because theyll be reincarnated and find each other and fall in love in the next life!!! fuck off!!! #that sucks hfkmdnf #anyway guess what i just finished and then read a blog post about #cj says stuff

[wibble-wobbegong]

this is not haterism but rather an observation of the fact that people seem to forget the byers’ are close like that because they’ve suffered together. that sort of dynamic is born out of realizing worse and scarier things exist in the world than each other and having witnessed each other be abused . they aren’t just Like That, it’s the result of witnessing/experiencing something horrible and suddenly the thought of hurting each other or abandoning each other becomes way more personal and way less easy or fun. if it hadn’t been for what they suffered, i imagine the byers would’ve been a lot more like the sinclairs

#i am seeing some interesting reads on the byers family #a lot of that protectiveness and fierce love comes from a place of having seen each other be hurt #we see mike become way more protective of will in s2 because of what happened #the byers were abused by lonnie for Years #joyce isn’t overprotective and paranoid to that degree naturally #jonathan’s fear of leaving and that gentle care he has with will isn’t just bc he has always been that way #will and el are obviously as close as they are bc. have you watched the show #it’s interesting how some people see them as the ideal family dynamic #imo the ideal dynamic is the sinclair family #or the hendersons

[dylanconrique]

even if they do break up, how long do you think it's gonna last? i mean really?? they've both made it abundantly clear that they can't live without each other.

#*carly catalogs #like.... it's not gonna be detrimental to them ya'll gotta chiLLLLL #the rookie #the rookie s6 #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #otp: you know me so well #plus imagine one of them showing up at the others doorstep all sad and teary eyed like 'i miss you' 🥺💕 #..... sharing a very loving make up kiss through tears and soft gentle hugs #i'm sorry but it's 3am and i finally have to give my two cents on this since i keep seeing people losing there shit over a possible breakup #what's that one schmece thing from new girl where someone asks them if they are never not together #and in unison they we're like 'rarely' #that's tim and lucy they're just one of those couples that has to be around each other all the time #and you know why that is?????? #it's because they aren't only lovers THEY'RE ALSO BEST FRIENDS

[zappedbyzabka]

Kreerence <3 (gnaws on ceiling fan)

#The way Kreese is so possessive and obsesssive about Johnny is so good #The way Kreese would not hesitate to kill someone for him. He’s so fuckin obssessed he nearly killed JOHNNY #We never see him show a soft spot unless it’s with Johnny or women….and don’t even get me started on what that implies #He would literally throw Daniel off a cliff ZERO hesitation if Johnny wanted it. He would be elated actually #Daniel is nothing more than a pest to him. it’d be like squishing a bug in his eyes #but alas Johnny isn’t into killing people. He’s still so soft at heart even after all his training #and ​still seems to LIKE Daniel (a nice guy with a good soul and gentle hands) in some ways. which is so damn annoying to Kreese #And gosh Johnny’s love for him. So wild and confused. wanting his love back and to make him happy. Make him TELL him he’s happy #Kreese was at his absolute lowest after he lost Johnny for his own actions #for hurting whats precious to him. For losing everything important #That’s why he didn’t leave Johnny alone throughout the entirety of CK #Johnny really said ‘fuck off and learn to treat me right’ #Kreese: WaH Baby no I care about you more than anyone come back— #can’t wait to see how this pathetic❤️ behaviour continues in the new season #But what would have happened if Johnny had stayed after the choking? came back the next day to Kreese who was like a bitey dog with its tai #between it’s legs. staring at the marks on Johnny’s neck with disgust. he likes leaving his marks on Johnny #Likes hurting people with no mercy—But god. not Johnny. At least Not this much. How can he possibly make it up? #He does end up making it up. Gets Johnny back by slowly allowing himself to love better #at least with Johnny. Now they cuddle on the couch together and buy each other holiday gifts #Gosh I could talk about them so much #john kreese #kreerence #tw possessive behavior #tw unhealthy relationship #Turned healthy

[vvanessaives]

— OCS AS LOVE LANGUAGES

i was tagged by @indorilnerevarine @jacobseed @denerims @morvaris @devilbrakers @nuclearstorms and @lightwardens to take this quiz for my ocs, thank you all so much ily <3

tagging: @arklay @uldwynsovs @steelport @reaperkiller @swordcoasts @faarkas @cultistbase @girlbosselrond @brujah @nocticulas @shadowglens @celticwoman @shepardgf @katsigian @veisshaupt @risingsh0t @druidgroves @jendoe @florbelles and anyone else that wants to do this mwah

a story that ends in blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

consumption of a heart unloved

Here’s a dining table, here’s a set of plates. Here’s your heart, red and bursting with love. You have tried to love people all your life, but no one seems to understand you. Your own mother perhaps forgot to teach you how to protect yourself, maybe people whom you trusted chose to look the other way when all you wanted was a hand full of love. All you want is someone to take from you, all you want is someone to dig in your heart and eat it and kiss you afterwards - bloody and red. You want them to tell you that you are what they have been looking for, you want to be the one who ends their hunger.

a story that ends in blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

an undoing influence

Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

a knife called grief

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

#tag games #this took 4-5 business days to get to jskfk the holidays u know...btw hope all my sexy mutuals are having a good end of the year <33 #what can i say here. looking directly at ves & nix results bc somehow they complete each other and it's making me slightly insane i hope #u all know it. vesper and her unlovable disease is so important to me i want to hold her in my arms forever btw. if u even care. #violante got my same result so like <333333 girl we are unfixable sorry to break this to you. the part about the gentleness lacking since #forever took me tf out bc vio has never known gentleness which is..girl i'll show u what love is..if you don't try to kill me too before i #succeed. before i even say hi to you?? anyways i love them all. maybe the real treasure is the love ur creator has for you <3 #oc: moira #oc: vesper #oc: fenix #oc: violante #oc: selene

[tutuandscoot]

📍Worlds 2017 FD practice

-some musings

It’s kinda funny reading a couple of comments on the YT video of this practice that were obviously written before the competition, that said ‘oh I love their new ending pose’ referring to this moment. It’s funny to me coz it doesn’t seem like that at all- knowing this was never the actual ending pose (if they changed it) and that it is obviously just spontaneous in the moment.

The way you can tell that is T didn’t know that was gonna happen, because you can see she started to lean back thinking he was going to lay her down, and when he didn’t, she stays suspended there for a moment, him holding her so gently in his arms as he seemingly got caught in her eyes for a moment and didn’t follow through with the actual end pose.

She wasn’t suspended very far back, it’s quite subtle but it’s so soft how in that little moment of miss-communication, in the most beautiful way, he catches her off guard a bit so even for a brief moment lets her float there semi-weightless in his arms with the most gentle touch while they stare into each other’s eyes. He holds her so effortlessly- no indication in him at all the decision not to lay her down- just a subtle impulse, that right hand on her back holding her so close to himself; no hesitation, no insecurity-like it’s the most natural thing in the world to hold her heart close to his own. Her hand in his hair, him so delicately holding her head so he can stay fixed on her eyes. Then as she surrenders to the magic of the moment, she sits back up and their foreheads fall together as both their hands, so softly still in contact with each other fall away- her’s down his face and his fingertips tracing down her first few vertebrae- made even softer by the fact her beautiful pale skin always becomes flushed pink in the cold of the arena.

It’s moments like this where those of us entranced in their magic are reminded that their entire world exists between their eyes fixated on each other’s. Obviously not the whole time they are skating but when they do come back to that it is like they are being third wheeled by the whole world.

A whole conversation just happened in those few seconds without words, then when he does actually say something and they bring themselves out of that trance, that magical little moment lingers. It’s these kinds of moments I imagine there was so, so many of in the privacy and protection of their home training. They are truly magical when they perform for an audience but little moments like this, that in reality last just a few seconds maybe for them they can make feel like hours, just locked between their eyes or their foreheads resting against each other’s like a little prayer. It’s such a conflict to watch the spontaneity of a moment like this where you feel like you are witnessing the most pure form of love playing out before your eyes, but at the same time feel like an intruder knowing those are usually only reserved for, or rather born in a much safer environment, left wondering just how many moments like this they shared and how a special place that must of been, free of judgement, criticism, or any speculative boundaries, where their love could just exist for what it is.

As they come back from that moment, not knowing what he said, again through his beautiful, soft touch on her bare skin, indicates ‘we are going to hop up now ok’ and guides her back to her feet, ensuring she’s on balance before standing up himself. Again not hesitant about legitimately lifting her up for the most simple on motions, but so gently through using the palms of his hands lifting her upwards rather than squeezing her uncomfortably. Through just about everything they do on the ice it’s so obvious that she is completely at his mercy- meaning that she is never, ever in danger of falling or getting hurt. Her complete and total faith in him to guide her and lead her, to make decisions for the team while still maintaining her voice and role in stabilising their emotions. Completely at peace with their duties and responsibilities to each other, I suspect still in there lies two little kids who at first were shy to hold each other’s hands, yet at the same time certainly felt so special to have been given a partner to skate and dance with. I feel there was still always this little excitement and giddiness in 28 year old her, this special feeling, perhaps best worded by T herself as ‘thank you for.. holding my hand… for 22 years’ kind of special feeling. And while that may have been what they valued as the most intimate gesture that had the honour of sharing, I imagine the same went for moments like this- moments of gentle spontaneity, soft cradling and forehead touches, little whispers and eyes locked on each other creating a world where no one else could enter.

#I may be speaking for myself through T sometimes.. #but I feel it’s very obvious in all their interactions in their partnership #that trust and faith in their respective roles #T allowing herself to beloved and adored #always him to feel so safe in expressing is emotions and be the best partner there can possibly be #*allowing #he does his job so well in showing her off and making sure all eyes are on her #because she lets him show her off #it’s the perfect and balance and flow. and the best part is it wanst natural #that had to work for it. he had to learn to lead her and she had to let herself be lead #they had to learn to trust each other in that respect #and they knew in each other that they had been given the best their will ever be #they knew they had to rise to the ocassion of each other’s greatness #and through that their love and admiration could flourish like this #my beautful dancing bbys #so soft #so gentle #I love you kiddo here’s my heart eyes #soft moments #fd:latch #practice #worlds17 #musings #poetic rants

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say what you want about the specifics on just how el brought max back to life or the cheapness of max’s death but I just wanna focus on that fact of how el loved her friend so much she literally brought her back from the claws of death.

there’s something so deeply moving, so deeply impactful, so loving, about el staring down at max - her beloved friend, someone she holds so close to her, someone she’d give her life for - and simply saying ‘no. not today.’ and using her very own powers to carefully and gently being pumping max’s heart until her own body can finally do it again, literally holding max’s life in her hands I -

like el saw another horrible death happen in front of her again, a death of her friend no less, and said not this time. there will be no more deaths today and if she has to give herself over to get max’s heart working again she would liKE I just..the love!!!! the sacrifice!!!! don’t you just wanna cry about it!!!!!

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things v2 #there were things awry with this season sure but above everything this season is about love!! #it's about el using all her might to save max it's about eddie sacrifysing himself to save dustin and the others #it's about will showing his love for mike and then mike using what will said to give el the strength to go on!!! #catch me almost crying at mike's confession and yelling t.v 'do not go gentle into that good night!! fight fight until the dying light!!' #I don't even like mileven it's just about the Love these characters have for each other