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RIVERSIDE; IOWA. 

Yes. I know it is illogical, and yet… he did the same for me, and at such a terrible cost. How could I not be equal to his sacrifice? Mine was a life of solitude and duty. I have no regrets. But for a time, I was in a unique position, working with comrades of exemplary character. Friends. Treasure these days, Picard, for when they cease, you will not see them again. ( Spock Reflections, IDW. )

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spock leaving sunflowers on jim’s grave because he wants to jim to have a little piece of iowa 

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❴ @undauntic​ ❵

“ dexter? ” the front door swings open,  almost as quiet as her voice ; she’s had enough practice after all these years of trying to keep sleeping children asleep. she’s got flowers tucked under one arm,  a grocery bag under the other. “ are you awake? ”

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im begging one of u to write evelyn so i can write celia 

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there’s a moment where he seems oblivious to her protests,  lips pressed so tightly together it’s like he’s trying to force his treacherous tongue to still. then he holds his hands up in the air,  nervous in a way that a being who’s survived what he has shouldn’t be,  not with a human. “ thor, ”  he swears,  not sure even he can talk quickly enough to get himself out of this one. “ i was talking about thor,  penny.  really?  i’m sleeping with you,  why would i -- ”

@kingdomlit​ asked:  “i’m in the middle of whore-a-geddon here.” from loki x

𝐒𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐎-𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒-𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐏𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓  𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘—    but  penny  wouldn’t  exactly  go  around  calling  herself  a    whore!    it’s  not  like  she’s  been  sleeping  around  with  dozens  of  people.    for  all  she  knows,    loki    could  be  doing  that  himself.    and  even  if  she    was,    she’s  not  about  to  sit  back  and  let  him  call  her  a    whore    over  it.    ❝  you  know  what,    loki?    you  are    such    a    PRICK!  ❞    she  argues,    brows  knit  with  frustration.    and  it’s  as  simple  as  that—    having  had  enough,    she’s  pointing  to  the  door.    ❝  get  the  fuck  out!    you  can  go  find  yourself  another    whore    if  that’s  what  you  want!  ❞

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all her life,  she’d only ever had bellamy.  bellamy,  then a cell,  and now all of earth at her fingertips.  she’s drunk on freedom,  on all the life around her.  she can be loud,  now ; laughing no longer sentences her to death.  she’s happy.  happy enough to forget how damn scared she is,  to forget how much she misses their mother.  but it’s dark outside,  the camp too quiet,  thoughts she’s tried to silence sneaking into her head.  for the first time since they’ve landed on the ground,  she finds herself seeking out her brother. 

“ bell? ”  she asks,  too soft,  as if she’s hidden away under the floor again. “ are you awake? ” 

@hakune 

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hisfailure​.

maybe   he’s   not   as   afraid   as   he   should   be.      most   humans   would   quake   at   the   knowledge   that   there   are   strange   vampires   in   town  ,    run  ,    perhaps   barricade   their   homes   against   the   monsters   in   the   night.      but   obi - wan   has   hardly   known   anything   else  ;      he   has   long   lived   under   the   certainty   that   anakin   and   qui - gon   will   protect   him.      anakin   would   never   let   anything   hurt   him  ,    not   even   another   of   his   own   kind.

the   moment   he   enters   the   house  ,    he’s   drawn   into   anakin’s   cold   frame  ,    held   too   fast  ,    too   tight.      obi - wan   gives   a   little   huff   but   doesn’t   resist  ,    his   own   arms   lifting   to   return   the   hug  ,    though   anakin’s   words   are   met   with   a   scowl.        “      so   what  ,    i’m   expected   to   stay   in   the   house   all   the   time?      it   hasn’t   been   safe   for   months.      ”

it’s good qui-gon is out of the house,  because anakin hesitates for a split second too long,  obi-wan’s heartbeat calling out to him.  i’m more of a danger to you than them.  he should let obi-wan go,  send him far away from this house.  he’ll be safer anywhere else, and yet anakin knows he will never be able to bear not knowing obi-wan’s fate. 

( he is obi-wan’s fate.  he always has been. ) 

“ we’ve talked about this, ”  he says,  trying to find his inner qui.  what would the elder vampire say?  probably to let go of obi-wan,  so he does,  stepping away.  it doesn’t help ---- all he can smell is obi-wan,  all he can hear is the human’s pulse. “ it’s not safe at night. i don’t care what you do during the day. ”

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wraeiths​.

“      it   is.      i   know   that   much.      ”        he   remembers   fingers   about   his   throat  ,    squeezing  ,    crushing  ,    and   suppresses   a   SHUDDER.        “      very   well.      ”        he   lifts   a   hand   to   rub   at   the   bridge   of   his   nose  ,    thoroughly   unconvinced.        “      we’ll   try   it   your   way.      ”

“ right, ”  he sounds too confident now,  speaking as he would to sif and the warriors three when trying to drag them into his latest ill-conceived plan.  this facade has never worked on loki,  but that’s never stopped thor. he steps confidently out the door,  but he looks behind himself to make sure his brother is following. “ we’ll just find the biggest building. ”

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“I’m sorry that I took so long to tell you that I loved you when I knew that I did.”

— - D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #77 (via sundayepiphany)

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ghouliic​.

i’ll give you something to make you call out god’s name. the thought strikes jim before he can stop it, and he’s glad ( not for the first time ) that his boss isn’t a mind reader. or, at least, is too preoccupied to use that required psych course rattling in any doctor’s brain to read jim like a book. luckily, it’s a common stream of consciousness at this point and doesn’t cause him to falter much, or prevent him from practicing comfort mode.

“ nah, ” jim replies, though takes a cautionary glance over his shoulder in the direction of joanna’s room. “ she did great today, so she’s got some free time to listen to the frozen soundtrack on repeat —— with headphones, you can thank me later. ” as much as he absolutely loves to see mccoy be a father, to see him take part in joanna’s hobbies alongside her… the guy looks dead on his feet.

and as jim steps closer to accept the drink, he just wants to knock it back and treat mccoy to a back rub, or something to relieve the weight from his shoulders… but he has some semblance of self control. even in the face of something so dismal. he takes a seat on the ottoman across from mccoy’s armchair, maybe closer than an employee should be to his employer. and maybe if his leg twitched just slightly to the left, their knees would brush together. the ‘ almost ’ feels electric in the air.

“ you okay? ”

at least there’s that.  there’s too much tension in the way mccoy carries himself for jim to be able to perceive how he ever so slightly relaxes at the reassurance.  as long as jo’s okay.  that’s what’s carried him through the past decade,  what he prays will carry him through the next. it’s why he still tries with joss,  why he works nights so he can be home when jo gets home from school. 

“ nah, ”  mccoy echoes,  because there’s not much of a reason to lie to jim.  their friends,  jo’s teachers,  his mom ---- he and joss have gotten pretty damn good at keeping up their facade.  no need to get anyone else worried. “ nothing to do about it now,  though.  joss storm past you on your way out? ” 

even as he says it,  he regrets it.  the vows they made fifteen years ago were never ones he meant to take this lightly,  and it stings to talk about jocelyn as if she’s not his best friend anymore.  she isn’t,  hasn’t been in a while,  but admitting that to anyone other than himself and god is a betrayal. “ sorry you keep having to hear this,  jim.  we didn’t think it would be . . . this bad when we invited you to stay. ”

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unfortunately for everybody i will keep doing whatever i want

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“ sign me up, ”  he says,  sunglasses already propped on his forehead.  even without the weight of the crown,  there are days when new asgard feels empty,  despite the way his ever-growing family surrounds them.  they’re all he could ever ask for ⸻ but so was loki,  once,  and he couldn’t keep his sibling safe.  loss follows him wherever he goes,  and he knows he will never again settle into a peaceful sleep.  instead,  he’ll dream about losing sif,  losing their children.  it’s not this place that he wants to escape so much as it is that ever-present fear. “ though i believe we’ll need a few more than three bedrooms.  the triplets don’t mind sharing,  but the rest . . . ”

@kingdomlit​ asked:  “i’m going to buy a cute little place down south where it’s warm and i’m never going to look back.” get thor out of norway 2021

𝐎𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃  𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂,  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘?    this  is  something  she  can  get  behind.    between  settling  into  motherhood  and  dealing  with  the  change  in  position  at  work  and  all  the    stress    that  comes  with  life  in  general?    she  won’t  turn  down  a  chance  to  escape  it  all—    but  she’s  also  not  about  to  leave  the  baby  behind.    ❝  y'know  what,    thor?    i  bet  we  could  find  a  real  nice  three-bedroom  cottage  or  somethin’  in  the    bahamas,  ❞    she  comments  from  the  changing  table,    wrapping  little  emma  up  in  a  diaper  and  tugging  her  onesie  back  on.    ❝  long  as  it’s  on  the  beach,    i’m  all  for  relocatin’.  ❞

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— tina tran, let us always find each other.

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Thor (2011) + letterboxd reviews but they’re all about Chris Hemswort’s eyebrows 

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“ jim ⸻ ”  he sounds tired,  shoulders slumped ever so slightly. anyone who knows him would assume it’d been a long day at work ; there’s not a soul alive who isn’t drained by a hard day in the operating room.  not a good soul,  at least.  that’s what mccoy always insists. he thinks it used to be exhilarating,  when he was young.  now,  he’s just exhausted.  comes with the line of work. 

except it comes with the marriage,  too.  he barely has the energy to lie about it to jim ⸻ to jim,  who’s the only light left in sweet little joanna’s life,  jim,  who’s heard every single argument between len & jocelyn this summer.  damn walls.  pay a couple million for a big house,  and they still make the walls too thin. 

mccoy pours himself a glass of whiskey,  thinks for a second,  then pours one for jim,  too.  he slumps into the big armchair in the living room,  glass in one hand,  head in the other. “ assuming you heard that.  tell me jo didn’t,  jim.  give me one thing to thank god for today. ” // @ghouliic