#I���M DEVASTATED

[linoguy]

skz smileys

[sacredfixation]

Loki fixes his jacket, Mobius doesn't look, and I fall apart

I was in the midst of making a thirst edit for loki, I was just admiring loki being unfairly attractive when I ended with anything but a thirst edit and got emotionally devastated instead.

I refer to that little moment of Loki straightening himself out. First, when he's trying to find his footing at the TVA. When he first puts on his jacket, its this smooth, practiced motion, he sweeps that hair back, adjusts his lapels, chin up, like he's slipping into a role, trying to play along, trying to present himself as someone in control even though he is anything but.

And mobius, watching him, already amused, interested.. and Loki sees that, clocks it, gives that tiny little 'oh you like this?' smile.

Then cut to Dons timeline and tell me why Loki does the exact same motion, only this time, its hesitant. In the TVA it was almost performative, like he was trying to present himself well.

But Dons timeline? its more tentative, like he's nervous, like he wants to get it right.. Because now it isn't just some TVA game. This is Mobius, living a quiet human life that Loki isn't apart of. Its almost like Loki's bracing himself before stepping back into something he knows he can't stay in.

And Mobius-Don- god. Mobius doesn't clock it this time. Because this isn't that kind of story anymore. Theres no knowing little smirk, no teasing remark- just Don, squinting at Loki like a stranger.

Its the tragedy of the saddest little muscle memory. The way Loki's hands move before he could ever even realise why. Because once upon a time, in a place that doesn't exist anymore, he did this exact thing. He straightened his jacket, swept his hair back and looked up- and Mobius was there.

Watching him. noticing him. Seeing him.

Mobius doesn't see him this time. Not in the way he used to. And yet, Loki straightens his jacket. Because some part of Loki remembers what it was like to be looked at by him.

[mythtakens]

2x14 → 7x04

[ind1c0lite]

Who killed Gregory Edgeworth'

(timelapse below!)

[honeyroastedpeanus]

no because im actually going insane marcille reconstructed falin bone by bone just from textbook knowledge and the image of how she used to look burned in her head. the slope of her back, the give to her cheek. she almost ended the world out of hysterical fear of losing her too soon. again too soon. always too soon. its made clear that the way marcille was NOT always like this, shes just grown more and more desperate to get falin back as the story progresses, and it manifests itself in increasingly worse tunnel vision and amorality. can you imagine how deeply, how intimately she must know falin now? now that shes pieced her back together twice and feasted on her flesh for seven days and seven nights? would she not consider falin an extension of her? im going insane

[atdawn]

MERLIN | 4.07 The Secret Sharer

[stormyoceans]

DAY 93683638 OF ASKING JUNIORMARK TO STOP BEING SO STINKING CUTE MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT

[razables]

this is how it’s going to be

[jungkookverse]

[SUGA VLOG] D-DAY TOUR in Phuket

[chrisbangs]

[highly-flammable]

I am truly a woman of multitudes, because I feel blood-boiling rage over the fact that The Originals fridged Cami narratively to raise the stakes for Klaus and show that he got his comeuppance on some level, but at the same time it absolutely destroys me to watch him grieve her.

Joseph Morgan (regardless of how I view him) made us feel every bit of Klaus’ pain. Klaus felt aged, wearied, like he was living in his personal hell, and in season 4, even after 5 years from her death, every time Cami was mentioned, you could just see that Klaus felt like someone just stabbed him in the heart.

I enjoy watching Klaus a lot, and understand some of his feelings, but I think we could all see what a bloody awful person he was, and I didn’t expect to empathize with him so viscerally before he lost Cami.

[backpackingspace]

sinmas thoughts

Okay so I literally just finished the episode an hour ago! And !! Omg

Okay first off deeply concerned about a few things

Like yes yay the elsa bitch guy getting beat up was great but like how fucking easy is it going to be for him to turn around and go hey these peasants attacked me in my own home and it's back to them about to be executed. Like there's no fucking way there isn't consequences for this

Did anybody else notice millie getting punched by elsa bitch really fucking hard right in her lower stomach. Because I sure did! What if she's not pregnant after that what if she comes to terms with being pregnant and starts to get excited only to find out her baby was murdered before it even had a chance.

There were...a lot of fucking pill bottles there. Were they empty or did stolas just mass order his fucking pills. I am worried that via will start to take them. After all she's alone in a traumatic household with her world burning down around her

Speaking of via her powers!! Coming in! And them being sporadic as fuck and tied to her emotions? Can't wait for her to literally blow everybody up that'll be a fun time.

Still on via, bot really a concern just something I'm thinking about. The way via knew immediately not to argue with her mother, or even attempt to get her phone back or get an extra one or anything at all is very telling. The way she knew to just immediately put her headphones in and keep her head down and to go hide in her room. The way she went even further to hide in her closet before starting to sing? (How many times do we think she heard her mom berate her dad for singing) i think via knows her dad was being abused but hasn't yet fully realized what that means and is (understandablely) having a lot of feelings in every single direction.

Luna seems so much more happier and relaxed! She has friends now! She's laughing and smiling and not wearing exclusively dark clothes! She's openly calling blizo dad with out the grumbling! She just seems a lot more settled and happy now and honestly good for her!!

Idk why but I was not expecting stolas to sound like that. Just the way he said pussy caught me off guard for some reason. There were a couple other times where that happened but I don't really feel like listening them all out. Also. Fucking weird to be seeing stolas's pupils now.

Also!!! Stolas's face as m&m tore into each other. Wow. You know he was freaking the fuck out there and reliving some shit.

Speaking of background faces; the imp servants at the palace. Yah they all looked miserable and terrified. Not surprised but still yikes! With stolas they were always very much done with his shit , tired, and resigned but none of them seemed really terrified/upset like they do now.

Love that we don't really get overly nice manipulation Stella on via. Like she didn't even pretend to give a shit about her for more than that one second did she.

Blitzo calling stolas his bottom instead of just... literally anything else. Like he literally did not have to do that. But also confirmed stolitz dom/sub contract? 👀 or is this blitzo being himself and I'm reading too much into it.

All of us secretary! Stolas secretary! Stolas only for it to turn out that he hates it so fucking much ("I'm poor now! Melts into a puddle oh man. )

[sacredfixation]

How to train your Loki: step one, keep a hand on him at all times uwu

TACTILE HUSBANDS MY BELOVED

Mobius says "buddy" but his hands say "mine"

It has become evident that Mobius M. Mobius operates under the belief that maintaining constant physical contact with Loki Laufeyson is both necessary and expected. Mobius is just as bad as loki, maybe worse, because he does it so casually.

Mobius treats touching Loki like it’s part of his TVA-issued training. Standard protocol. Routine maintenance. mobius is so handsy with Loki. like absurdly so. like “i was assigned this god and now i must handle him at all times” levels of physical contact.

Mobius executes all physical contact with the effortlessness of someone who has done this a thousand times before. He never hesitates, never second-guesses. It’s all instinct

The man does not need to look at Loki to reach for him. Half the time he’s still talking, barely paying attention, but the hand lands. It’s automatic. Muscle memory.

Mobius does not believe in personal space when it comes to Loki. If Loki is within grabbing distance, he is grabbing.

Mobius M. Mobius touches Loki like it’s his job. Like it’s second nature. Like he doesn’t know how not to. like he’s saying you don’t have to go. And Loki, who spent lifetimes being untouchable, unreachable, a trick of the light, lets him.

Mobius never holds him down, he grounds him. every touch is steadying, reassuring, saying Im here, I see you, I know you.

Imagine being loki. you are untouchable. you are elusive. you have spent your entire existence slipping through people’s fingers, refusing to be held. and then you meet this man. This ridiculous little TVA agent who just. grabs you. and doesn’t let go. and for some reason??? you let him. it’s all so quiet, so natural, like neither of them ever learned another way to speak. so they just touch. in small, unconscious ways. like it’s normal. like they’re allowed.

This is husband behavior. this is emotional support norse god-wrangling behaviour. this is “stay close to me” behaviour.

[belovedstill]

trustworthy (ao3) svsss, qijiu | T | 1.9k, pre-canon, temporary amnesia, hurt & comfort, memories, hopeful ending, mu qingfang is also here because apparently i can't have an 'all ships week' fic without him. good. (more on ao3)

“Xiao Jiu?” he asks in a gentle tone. Shen Qingqiu’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, but soon untense once more in resignation. “I don’t know who that is,” he confesses. And then, with a look begging for something, he adds, “I don’t know who you are, either. All I know is, I have this feeling that I can trust you.” — in which Shen Qingqiu temporarily loses all his memories as an after-effect of a qi destabilisation and Yue Qingyuan has to bear his own feelings and realisations.

written for @ficwip's all-ships ship week event, posted belatedly for day 4's prompts of "dreams/memories" & "Do I know you?". check the event out and join us in celebrating your ship 🥰 this fic was also inspired by this post

Full fic on ao3 & under the cut

It's a spring morning and Yue Qingyuan wakes up with unease. He usually does, but this morning it's more prominent. When an hour later the Qing Jing Peak’s head disciple runs into Qiong Ding like the world's ending, he finally learns why.

Shen Qingqiu woke up that morning without memories. He doesn't recognise any of his disciples. Doesn't know where he is. Doesn't remember his own title or age, or even his name.

Yue Qingyuan sends the head disciple with a frantic summon to Mu Qingfang and flies on his sword straight to the Bamboo House.

He catches sight of Shen Qingqiu peeking out the window of his personal room. Shen Qingqiu is very tense as he stands near the wall, stealing glances at the world around the house. When their eyes meet, he tenses even more and steps away. From the glimpse he's caught, Shen Qingqiu looks like the last time he ever saw his Shen Jiu, haunting his every dream—lost, panicked, trying to keep a brave and challenging face.

There’s no time to waste.

Just as he reaches the door to the house, Mu Qingfang catches up to him, looking just as ruffled as he himself feels. There's still no sign of Shen Qingqiu‘s head disciple.

Mu Qingfang knocks.

The muffled rustling from inside comes to a hectic stop.

“Is Shen-shixiong inside?” Mu Qingfang asks.

He nods.

“Qingqiu-shidi,” he calls in a tone as gentle as possible which will still reach him through the door. “It's Yue-shixiong and Mu-shidi. These ones have heard there may be some need for our assistance. Please, open the door.”

“What exactly happened?” Mu Qingfang asks as they wait for any sound from the inside.

“I don't know much. He woke up with his memories gone.”

“Is he still his age?”

“From what I could see, he is. Why is Shidi asking—?”

The door opens just a smidge; they instantly quieten down and look on.

“This Mu-shidi greets Shen-shixiong,” Mu Qingfang says with a polite bow. “May he and Zhangmen-shixiong come in?”

Shen Qingqiu looks at him with distrust so obvious on his face, it’s like it’s a treasured piece of jewelry. It looks nearly comfortable on his face. Lived-in. Not forced at all. As if he hasn’t hidden even the smallest emotion for years from anybody who isn’t himself.

His fan is nowhere in sight.

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes find Yue Qingyuan’s then and time seems to stop for just a moment. His eyes widen, his lips part just slightly.

“Shidi,” Yue Qingyuan says softly through the hope expanding in his throat.

Shen Qingqiu’s grip on the door relaxes. Slowly, he pulls the door open and steps back.

Mu Qingfang gives him another courteous bow and steps inside, but Shen Qingqiu only spares him a short glance and fixes his eyes back on Yue Qingyuan.

The look carries the weight of expectation. For once, it doesn’t feel like a noose on his neck.

He steps into the bamboo house with a gentle smile. “Thanking Qingqiu-shidi.”

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes lower.

From that point on, Mu Qingfang takes over — he’s not the peak lord of Qian Cao for nothing. He introduces them both and explains his role in the sect without making it seem like it’s anything but a routine small talk, mentions Shen Qingqiu’s own role and him having disciples, and how one of them became worried earlier and called for help to aid him in this shocking, for sure, development.

“If Shen-shixiong allows, this Mu-shidi would like to check on the state of his meridians by performing a non-invasive qi examination.”

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes immediately fly to Yue Qingyuan.

Yue Qingyuan’s chest constricts. He offers a delicate nod.

Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, then looks back at Mu Qingfang. “I allow.”

Mu Qingfang explains every step of the process as he holds out his hand and requests Shen Qingqiu to offer his own. Shen Qingqiu complies, once again looking tense. Seeing the inside of his wrist uncovered, Yue Qingyuan is struck with the feeling that, even if non-invasive, a qi-examination looks frighteningly intimate. While his eyes are fixed on the point where the tips of Mu Qingfang’s fingers touch Shen Qingqiu’s wrist, he feels heavy eyes rest on him, unblinking.

He looks up. Their eyes meet again. Neither looks away.

“Interesting,” Mu Qingfang mutters, then describes some further examination he wants to do and explains what he’s about to do every step of the way.

Minutes pass like this. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t look away from him unless it’s required for an examination.

Eventually, Mu Qingfang steps away and addresses them both.

“Shen-shixiong’s state is not dangerous nor permanent. His qi seems to have been disturbed in his sleep, but it’s becoming stable again. His mind is a little preoccupied with the disturbance, and in an effort to protect him from any perceived potential harm, it’s protecting his memories by holding them locked behind a spiritual barrier. It shouldn’t be tempered with; it’ll unlock by itself when Shen-shixiong’s qi stabilises fully.

“His memories are locked, but his heart and body remember,” he continues, giving Yue Qingyuan a look. “He should spend the remaining time resting, but it’s not discouraged he does so in the company of somebody he trusts.”

That Shen Qingqiu doesn’t immediately object—that he doesn’t object at all—needles at Yue Qingyuan’s heart.

When Mu Qingfang leaves, Yue Qingyuan dares a step closer.

“Xiao Jiu?” he asks in a gentle tone.

Shen Qingqiu’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, but soon untense once more in resignation.

“I don’t know who that is,” he confesses. And then, with a look begging for something, he adds, “I don’t know who you are, either.”

Yue Qingyuan freezes on the spot. He thought that, maybe, Shen Qingqiu’s memories of the past were the ones that remained… Ever since he opened the door, he looked at him like Xiao Jiu looked at his Qi-ge, way back when…

“All I know is,” Shen Qingqiu continues, barely above a whisper, “I have this feeling that I can trust you.”

Yue Qingyuan’s heart stutters.

“I can trust you.”

Thump-thump, goes his heart.

“You have to come back for me! Promise me, Qi-ge!”

“I promise.”

Thump-thump.

“I should have known you’d forget about me. Did you plan to leave me from the start?”

“No, I’d never—”

“Liar.”

Thump-thump.

“Xiao Jiu—”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t talk to me.”

“Yue—?” Shen Qingqiu stutters over the word, clearly unfamiliar. “You, are you alright?”

“—but his heart and body remember.”

…

After everything that’s happened, he still…?

Shen Qingqiu shifts. “Should I call the healer—?”

“No need,” Yue Qingyuan says, shaking his head.

Shen Qingqiu pats the place on the bed next to him. He takes it. They sit in silence that’s neither comforting nor uncomfortable.

Shen Qingqiu hasn’t used their titles. He can skip them, too.

“I’m Yue Qingyuan,” he says. “I used to be called Yue Qi. And your name is Shen Qingqiu. You used to be known as Shen Jiu. We knew each other as children.”

Shen Qingqiu’s face clears off all remaining confusion. “So that’s why,” he mutters to himself, then turns to Yue Qingyuan with—

—with a smile.

“We’ve known each other that long?”

It’s heavy, knowing that there’s still trust, buried somewhere deep enough not to be forgotten or hidden, something elemental enough to remain when everything else is gone. Something undeserved, yet still existing even when not nurtured.

He swallows the knot in his throat. “There were some years we spent apart.”

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t look like he minds.

But he will, once he remembers.

I must tell him, he thinks, looking at the face he knows so well, unfamiliarly relaxed. You’re taking advantage, Yue Qi.

“I’m glad we’re back together, then.”

The confession lodges in his throat and refuses to budge. It’s the first time since—

No.

It’s the first time in his life that he has seen Shen Qingqiu, under any name, look so content. If he can stay this way even just for a moment, who is Yue Qingyuan to take this away from him?

“You’re the lord of this peak,” he says instead. “Would you like to go outside and see it? I could show you the rest of the sect, too, if you wish.”

A look flashes over Shen Qingqiu’s face and his posture tenses. “I don’t want to leave this place.”

“—his heart and body remember.”

“We can stay in, then,” Yue Qingyuan assures right away. “You tend to keep tea in this place. I could make some for us…?”

What’s happened here that I’ve missed? he thinks. What scares you? What worries you? What has you locking yourself in?

You happened, he answers himself right away. You’ve brought him here, you’ve failed to protect him, you’ve failed to make this place safe for him.

Not that he hasn’t tried. But when his offers of help have been rebuffed time and time again—

“I’d like that,” Shen Qingqiu says thoughtfully. “I think I enjoy tea.”

So Yue Qingyuan heats the water and finds the tea kettle and two tea cups. And when he looks for Shen Qingqiu’s remarkable collection of tea leaves, he stills in surprise.

All but several jars have not yet been opened, and the one that’s nearly incomparably used up is—

“Does Zhangmen-shixiong truly think so little of this shidi that he’d try to buy his time with gifts?” Shen Qingqiu asked him when Yue Qingyuan held out the jar of fragrant tea leaves with both hands in an offering.

Yue Qingyuan said, “Of course not, this shixiong would never dare. He only deems today an occasion too important not to celebrate.”

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes narrowed over the edge of his fan. “And what would that occasion be?”

He smiled. “The anniversary of Shen Qingqiu’s chosen birthday, of course.”

A huff. “Pathetic.”

After that, when asked if the tea was up to his taste, Shen Qingqiu claimed he’d thrown the leaves away. Yue Qingyuan had no reason not to believe him.

He holds the familiar jar in his hands as the image of Shen Qingqiu’s lack of regard he’s built over the years in his mind shatters.

If that was a lie, what else was?

What are you thinking? he wants to ask. What are you feeling? Why won’t you tell me?

You haven’t told him, either, he reminds himself right away.

He opens the jar and puts some of the remaining tea leaves into the kettle, then pours in the hot water.

Shen Qingqiu is already kneeling at the low table, waiting for him. In the light filtering through the window, wearing fewer layers than usual, with his hair guan nowhere to be seen, he looks like a dream longed for yet forgotten upon the first morning blink.

Yue Qingyuan places the tea set between them and settles at the table.

When your memories are back, he vows inwardly—to Shen Qingqiu, to himself, to the gods themselves—as he fills their cups with the fragrant tea, I’ll bring you more.

And I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything.

And I hope you’ll tell me everything, too.

[plounce]

elle and emmett from the legally blonde musical are one of those m/f couples that i think work best as a woman and a man purely because their relationship and how elle wouldn't stay at harvard for him because she has grown to want true respect & success more than a man she loves' approval/desire is like so important to the themes of the story and it's the whole point and it's part of what makes them so good. on the other hand emmett could be such a hot butch lesbian it's crazy i want to eat drywall when i think about emmett forrest but a butch lesbian BUT it simply would not improve and in fact would detract from the themes of the story. they have to be m/f

[bluebelledmoon]

oh no. i think i’m a sucker for time shenanigan involved tragedy