i need everyone to level with me here. i love jon and martin but i'm consumed by the idea of season five with jon and tim. the absolute misery of surviving in an apocalypse with no one to talk to but a man who would've killed you as indiscriminately as he would an enemy. even though, in what feels like a lifetime ago, you were once friends. struggling along together because there's nothing else to do, no one else who would want to see either of you, nothing here for you but one person who is barely a reprieve from constant pain. who still hates you, though not as much as he once did. maybe you start to rebuild. where else could you hide your face here but his shoulder? maybe both of you deserved this. maybe you really deserved each other. then, in the end, after everything feels like mending, he still has to kill you anyway.
you want to fix him. i want him to stay the same and maybe get worse so i can continue blaming him for outside surroundings that are not his fault because the lack of someone (or something) to blame drives me insane. we are not the same
i love when characters hate each other and love each other at the same time, when they want to be kind to each other but they don’t know how, and they want the same things but they don’t, and when they get angry at each other because they care too much, and they’re sick of each other but they can’t leave each other behind
jontim needs to be horrifically one sided, it should be jon thought tim was cute when they first met but like he wasn't gonna do anything about that, especially now that he's tim's boss and then tim starts watching jon's door in a way that he can't quite explain to sasha and then his anger leaves no space for that, but jon starts to love him the way an open wound love its knife and then he stops and tim yearns for something that could have been but maybe was never there
And as she wept before the grave, the first buds of the Woundtree stretched out around her and formed a bower to shelter her from the falling rain.
It’s tragic, it’s compelling. People understand it, they sympathise with it. It keeps us safe.
I hate her, quite a lot.
Everyone go listen to @thesiltverses NOW. i love Paige so much its not even funny
[ID: fanart of Paige Duplass from the Silt Verses kneeling with tree roots growing from her skin. Paige is a thin white woman with long, straight brown hair and brown eyes. She is nude with her hands twisted in the air above her head. Roots protrude from her flesh, tangling and twisting around her. White crocus flowers bloom from her mouth and one of her eyes, and the flowers frame her silhouette. She looks towards the camera with one anguished eye, a bloody tear gouged into the skin underneath. Where the roots touch her skin, her flesh is marked by deep, bloody wounds. End ID]