#pls prove me wrong

[anabelisdreaming]

hatte vorhin einen gedankenblitz und halte es zumindest für möglich, dass uns folgendes in spatort 7 erwartet.

nämlich ein abwesender adam.

okay, hear me out. ich spinne hier nur ein bisschen rum, nichts davon ist confirmed (und ich hoffe natürlich, dass es nicht so ist), aber es erscheint mir tatsächlich recht logisch.

vor ein paar tagen hat ein darsteller für eine der episodenrollen eine story gepostet, auf der das cover vom drehbuch zu sehen war. darauf war ein vermerk „mit änderungsseiten vom 02.05.“ und ich hab mich die ganze zeit schon gefragt, wieso man vier tage vor drehbeginn noch etwas am drehbuch ändern sollte.

aber das mit daniels lebensgefährtin war genau an diesem tag (und dem tag davor). und bis jetzt haben wir vom dreh noch so ziemlich nichts mitbekommen, was ungewöhnlich ist, da der cliffhanger von letzter folge bereits aufgelöst wurde und somit eigentlich kein grund für geheimniskrämerei besteht (zumindest keiner, von dem wir wissen). es gab keinen fernsehbeitrag und noch nicht mal eine pressemitteilung. auch die schauspielenden und das team rund um luzie loose halten sich sehr bedeckt.

meine hoffnung ist, dass all das vielleicht tatsächlich „nur“ dem doch ziemlich großen hype nach edn geschuldet ist und sie es für die neue folge jetzt alles ein bisschen ruhiger handhaben wollen.

ich kann mir aber auch vorstellen, dass da eventuell gerade ein recht großer schatten über den dreharbeiten liegt, und dass daniels szenen im zuge der ereignisse ziemlich spontan sehr stark gekürzt / teilweise komplett gecuttet wurden.

andererseits habe ich überhaupt keine ahnung von filmdrehs und kann nicht einschätzen, wie realistisch es wäre, eine halbe woche vor drehbeginn da noch groß was umzuschmeißen, auch wenn die gründe dafür gegeben wären. am ende haben sie die drehgenehmigungen für bestimmte orte sicher monate im voraus schon eingeholt und die schauspieler*innen eben für diesen bestimmten zeitraum engagiert. da kurzfristig noch größere änderungen vorzunehmen ist wahrscheinlich ziemlich aufwändig und auch kostspielig.

und, i mean, sie haben ja mit dem dreh begonnen und zumindest vladi hat auch gepostet, dass er in saarbrücken ist, aber vom dreh an sich haben wir bis jetzt wirklich überhaupt nichts gesehen. ich bin zwar erst seit januar im fandom, aber von dem was ich so mitbekommen habe, gab es bis jetzt jedes jahr ziemlich schnell zumindest eine pressemeldung. dann noch der obligatorische sr beitrag und hin und wieder insta-stories von cast und crew. all das fehlt bis jetzt.

ich weiß auch nicht, meine gedanken haben mir da einfach gerade einen floh in den kopf gesetzt. vielleicht werd ich auch einfach langsam wahnsinnig, weil jetzt eben schon seit einer knappen woche gedreht wird and i‘m starving for information. vielleicht kommt daniel ja einfach später zum dreh. vielleicht haben sie adams szenen wirklich gekürzt, vielleicht auch nicht. vielleicht sind sie aus rücksichtnahme auf seine privatsphäre gerade so diskret. oder vielleicht hat das auch alles überhaupt gar nichts damit zu tun und ich steigere mich nur rein. (pls send help, der brainrot lässt mich nicht mehr los.)

ich will mich ganz deutlich von jeglichen spekulationen über daniels und theresas privatleben distanzieren. das geht allein deren persönliches umfeld etwas an und ich kann da nur sagen, dass ich hoffe, dass es allen den umständen entsprechend gut geht. das ist mir ganz ganz wichtig zu sagen. 🙏🏻

würde mich voll freuen, eure gedanken dazu zu lesen. (bitte gebt mir argumente, die gegen meine theorie sprechen. ich wünsche mir nichts mehr, als dass da friede freude eierkuchen im saarland herrscht und die sich alle ins fäustchen lachen, weil wir hier in der stille ohne infos leiden 🥲)

[frogaroundandfindout]

If Ichigo ends up with Orihime I’ll sob

[revolutionaryletters]

I don’t see it happening realistically but I would love it if the lynx won this title

[becausetheknight]

y’all ready to not score on the power play

[calliettes-posts]

If Hanne is going to be in the hospital for a whole week, does that mean she won't be able to write the exams?

And also I have the feeling that Anais straight won't show up for her exams in week 8, because she's completely isolated and will try to numb herself with alcohol

[tobinsonny]

idk what’s going on with yaz but her passes this game and last game seem to be a little off

[lesiasmadness]

I hope he wasn't all alone that night

[dungeons-and-drawing]

I don’t care how many times Brandon Sanderson describes this man with hair covering his scars. I just can’t imagine Kaladin with bangs 💀💀

(Also I have a few more character designs ready to post in the next couple of days. So follow for more!)

[nattule29]

…I haven’t finished the season yet but I’m taking that as Benrius is a no go

we popping the BIGGEST bottles when benrius happens tomorrow (part 2 electric boogaloo)

[blood-starved-beast]

I am. So worried about Jinx ngl.

rewatching Act 2 and just :/ the death flags

[7975348473]

When the Asshole is sick.

————————————— A Lyrason ff.

Lyra was trying her best to get her mind off of her current circumstances. What were her current circumstances, you ask? Well, she started dating an, admittedly, mighty fine Hawthorne a few months ago.

But the problem about dating a Hawthorne is that they never, and I repeat, never give in.

And Lyra just happened to land herself not only the most stubborn Hawthorne, but also the most self less one.

When Lyra had awoken to find a still sleeping Grayson beside her this morning, she immediately knew something was wrong. Grayson was always the early bird. Lyra reached over to touch his forehead and found it burning up, Grayson stirred under her touch.

“Gray? Are you feeling all right?” Lyra asked gently, not sure if he was awake yet or not.

Grayson didn’t reply but simply put his hand around Lyra’s waist and pulled her closer. And you best believe he was burning up.

“Grayson. You’re burning up.” Said Lyra sternly. She knew well when Grayson Davenport Hawthorne tried to avoid a subject of discussion. Especially when it involved himself.

Grayson gave an uncommitted ‘mm’ in reply before nuzzling himself closer to her. It took everything in Lyra not to just give in and cuddle closer to him because she knew he was not going to acknowledge his sickness anytime soon.

And she was right indeed. When he finally let her go and got out of bed he followed his usual routine. He got up, kissed her cheek, her neck and took off for the washroom to get ready for the day, all the while Lyra kept telling him to stop and listen to her.

Haaa fucking Hawthornes and their stubborn asses.

Grayson exited the shower in a record timing of 25 minutes and 33 seconds, which was a lot longer than it usually took him to get ready.

“Grayson. Listen to me.” Said Lyra sternly, flashing him the glare she had learned from him.

“I have listened Lyra, about 20 times now since I woke up, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry.” Said Grayson, looking at his phone and checking his schedule for the day.

Fine my ass.

“You are not fine Grayson. You woke up late, took far too long to get out of bed, took an extra 10 minutes in the shower even though you prioritise being early to work and you’re burning up. Nothing about that screams fine.” Stated Lyra, matter-of-factly, coming closer in order to get his attention.

Grayson let out a sigh and glanced up at her, “Lyra. I am fine,” he said putting emphasis on each word, “It’s a slight spike in temperature, it happens. I’ll be alright.”

And so the tug of war commenced, neither side giving up until finally, Grayson walked out of the room.

That would lead to Lyra’s current state of dilemma.

What in the world do you do when your boyfriend is sick and you’re mad at him??

Maybe I should apologise?… for what? Caring for him? As if.

But he’s not going to apologise either— stubborn bastard. So what, I watch while he suffers cuz he’s a dumbass and an asshole?

Precisely.

……..I’m such a terrible girlfriend—

NO. Not going down that road right now.

Lyra’s internal battle continued when, finally, she had had just about enough. She got up and ran through the house for a good 30 minutes until she finally found the kitchen.

Okay. Now. To make a stew for a sick asshole.

Lyra whipped out her phone and called Libby.

“Hello?”

“Libby. Hi. I need your help.”

“Oh? One sec— lemme just— yeah, okay, what’s up?”

“So you remember that one time you told me how Nash got really sick so you made him some st—”

“GNRIJGHORUEHEGROUHOUGBTE SHSHSHSHHSHS.” Libby made a few incomprehensible noises and she seemed to be running?

“GIRL— TELL ME BEFORE YOU DROP A BOMB LIKE THAT.” Came Libby’s long awaited reply.

“…oh— Was Nash there?”

“YES, HE WAS.” Said Libby, out of breath from her sudden expenditure across wherever she was.

Lyra started laughing and Libby joined in soon after.

“So? What did you need? You realise we’re in the same house right?” Asked Libby in between giggles.

“This house is too big for everyone’s good, it was hard enough to find the kitchen, finding you in the process would have resulted in me being lost.” Stated Lyra with a huff. Libby signed in agreement.

“Right, so stew?” Asked Libby.

“Yes. So. You know how Nash was very sick that one time so you spoon fed him that one stew that apparently works like a charm?” Asked Lyra.

“Mhm.”

“Well, I’m in need of the recipe.”

“Oh? Is Grayson sick?”

“You bet he is.” Said Lyra and let out a sigh.

“God damn. He’s even more stubborn than Nash. How do you plan on getting the stew into his mouth?” Asked Libby, Lyra could practically hear her eye roll at the end.

“That.. just leave that to me.” Said Lyra, as an evil smirk spread across her face.

“I can hear your evil smirk.” Said Libby.

“Not evil, Libby.”

“It totally is.”

“Is not.”

“Is to.”

“Okay, ouch.”

Libby laughed at the other end of the line.

“Okay, I’ll come to you.”

“Nah, you could just run me through the recipe over the phone.” Suggested Lyra, hyped to start cooking.

“Uh huh. And I’m sure you know where all the ingredients are in the kitchen?” Said Libby.

…. Right.

“On second thought, pls come to the kitchen that’s right next to… the ballroom? I think?” Said Lyra.

“Second floor?”

“uhhhh yeah.”

“On my way.”

And so Libby walked Lyra through how to make the stew, not bothering to hide her amusement while watching Lyra work hard to make stew for the same boyfriend she was complaining about while making it.

“Lyra. You’re whipped.” Said Libby, after having thought it about 28 times in the past ten minutes she spent with Lyra.

“That’s rich coming from you.” Retorted Lyra, though her reddening cheeks have her away.

Libby laughed and gave her a playful wack across her arm.

And after a good 30 minutes the stew was ready. Now, onto the hard part of the plan. If reasoning and talking wasn’t going to work with Grayson, the art of forced-spoon-feeding might.

Lyra walked on over to Grayson’s ‘office at home’, where he did a lot of his work in recent times. She took a deep breath.

Okay, Lyra. Stay cool. No getting angry. Don’t say a word. Just walk in and act according to plan.

And Lyra, being the queen she is, did just that. She knocked on the door and didn’t bother waiting for a reply. She knew Grayson had no meetings today and was simply trying to ignore that he was sick by busying himself in documents.

Lyra walked in and Grayson looked up at her once before his eyes went back to his documents. Anybody else would have seen that as a cold reaction, but Lyra noticed the way his gaze lingered on her figure, the way his anger and guilt were both visible in his extremely tired eyes.

She payed all of those details no mind, as much as she wanted to. She walked on over to his desk ignoring him when he called out to her.

Lyra stopped right beside his desk and they made eye contact. She noticed the way his body was slightly slumped, the way his cheeks were slightly reddened, the way his eyes looked glassy. She paid those details no mind.

They stared at each other for a while before Grayson finally rose a single eye brow in question. The gesture said it all.

What is it, Lyra?

Lyra didn’t reply immediately. She placed the tray with the bowl of stew on his office desk, ignoring all the documents that were scattered on them. Grayson’s gaze followed her hands before locking-in on her eyes again.

“Turn over.” Commanded Lyra, finally.

Grayson did just that and turned his office chair to face her. He looked even worse in this angle. His red cheeks were on wide display and she noticed how his top two buttons were undone, his blazer abandoned somewhere on the sofa. (Yes this office has a bloody sofa. They’re rich.)

Lyra did not break eye contact a single time. Not while she turned back to him, not while she stepped closer, not while she sat right down on his lap to face him and not when his eyes went wide at the sudden action.

It took everything in Lyra not to break character then and there and just kiss him senseless.

“Lyra.” Came Grayson’s voice. A question that came out sounding a bit lustful.

Lyra didn’t deign that with an answer. She reached over to the soup bowl, took a spoon and brought it to his mouth.

Grayson’s gaze remained on her eyes only fleeing once or twice to her lips.

Lyra raised her own eyebrow and signalled with her mouth ‘ah’.

Grayson continued staring at her before finally opening his mouth. His eyes remained on hers as Lyra took the spoon to his mouth, and she did not appreciate how that action wanted to make her squirm. She picked up more soup and brought it to his mouth again.

“You made this?” He asked, before drinking the soup.

She replied with a ‘mm’. She was still mad.

They continued the process in silence for a while.

“It’s good.” He finally said.

WOW HAWTHORNE. THATS THE BEST YOU CAN COME UP WITH AFTER ALL OF THIS?? ‘ITS GOOD.’ ??? Asshole.

She sent him a glare before taking up another spoon and bringing it to his mouth.

“Lyra.” This time he was requesting for something. For her to listen.

Lyra sighed, “ What?” She moved her eyes to the soup bowl.

“I’m sorry.” Oh. Oh. So he was capable of apologising. Lyra looked back to him, taking in all the details she had refused to before. He looked terrible. He looked fucking glorious.

They, once again, stared at each other for a while, before Lyra broke eye contact to nudge him into drinking the soup. He did.

They continued in a comfortable silence while he finished the soup. Lyra was mad, but she wouldn’t trade this silence for the world. This moment. It screamed them in every way possible. Silence, but so much was spoken.

In the way she made the soup for him despite being mad. In the way he didn’t snap when seeing her, despite also being mad. In the way she spoon fed him in that position despite wanting to sock him in the stomach. In the way that he apologised and listened to every one of her commands, despite always being the one in control. It was them.

Finally the bowl was empty. Lyra moved to get off of his lap but his hand came to rest on the small of her back, preventing her from moving.

She gazed back down at him, willing her eyes to look angry even though she hated the state he was in.

“I’m sorry. Lyra.” He said again, his eyes boring into her own.

They continued the stare down, as many words passed between them without truly being spoken until finally, she broke the silence, with a smirk breaking free on her face.

“Prove it, Hawthorne.”

The look in Grayson’s eyes changed. He still looked sick, put off, guilty, but something stronger overcame those eyes. Want.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as his grip one her waist tightened, pulling her impossibly closer. He kissed her like his life depended on it and she savoured in it.

When they finally broke apart after a very….. productive make out session. Lyra smiled.

“You’re an asshole. You know that?” She said in between pants.

“Mm. Yes. But I’m your asshole.” He replied simply, as if the words took him no effort to think about at all. As if they were always meant to be said.

Lyra hated the effect those words had on her. She loved it.

“Are you flirting with me, Hawthorne? What has gotten into you?” She joked her hands stroking his hair as he angled his face in the crack between her neck and collarbone and rested it there.

“This is how I am when I’m sick.” He said.

Lyra laughed, “You admit it now?”

“Yes. And I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

He brought his face up and kissed her again before adding, “ I really am, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

Lyra smiled and kissed him in reply.

Yes, he was a stubborn- selfless Hawthorne. Yes, he could be a complete asshole. Yet, he was still hers, as much as she was his.

My Hawthorne.

——————————————————

Ahahahahaha. I had this idea marinating in my head for a while and I couldn’t help but finally type it down. THIS IS MY FIRST SAD ATTEMPT AT ROMANCE SO CUT ME SOME SLACK PPL.

(Thoughts would be much appreciated.)

PS- @alwaysthefangirl I NEED HELPFUL CRITICISM. WAS THIS GOOD— 😭🙃✨

[marivanilla05]

I found this buried in my files and I don't think I posted this yet? I think I drew this when I first heard about m27...

[mxs-space]

This is unfair:

- The alledged husband of Seiya; local tguy of the Main Bronze Polycule

Vs

- The random genderfluid demi-boy anime-only Silver Saint no one remembers.

This hurts but let’s be honest this will be a sweep

This poll will be open for a week! Happy voting!

[tranniephannie]

:(

[taddymason]

DRS3 SPOILERS

Just to clarify, I know Jay has more screen time this season and I'm hoping to be surprised, but looking back at the leaked descriptions, what we have to look forward to next is a plasma fight in Episode 3 (where Jay is going to disappear off-screen again, because, come on, he's not going to win against Kai, Wyldfyre and Nya) and him hunting Ras in the next episodes and getting seriously injured in the process. So, I don't know, I'm hoping there's something interesting for his character in between. No W in his bag for now ig

[torchstelechos]

Still on my "there is no way Isabeau has dated anyone before Siffrin" propaganda.

Y'all, this man didn't confess until the literal world was about to end via his crush losing their mind over him leaving, and his entire friend quest moment was him talking about how his past self wasn't liked. This man has never dated ANYONE in his life, he is winging it just as much as Siffrin is