the thing about shules is that absolutely nothing about either of them should suggest to the audience that they will have an even marginally functional adult relationship that does not involve 12 train wrecks 5 arrests and 9 years of therapy. but thru the power of truly magical chemistry and being pathetically irrefutably undeniably into each other so sincerely to the point of complete heartsickness they somehow overcome the perfect storm of Worlds Craziest Daddy Issues and their approximately 132343 red flags to become one of the sweetest and most comforting tv couples ever
“The name, The Infirius… What does that mean, exactly?” James asks, lightheartedly, staying as quiet as he can as he breaks the silence between them. Or at least, whatever silence there ever is when surrounded by the constant crashing of waves all around them.
Regulus huffs a bitter, near-silent laugh followed by such a long silence that James is starting to get the idea that his question won’t be answered at all.
“It comes from an old legend.” Regulus finally murmurs, “An Infirius is essentially a reanimated corpse. They feel no pain. They can’t be cut by a blade, they’re fast, and they have incredible strength.”
James frowns but doesn’t interrupt.
“Only there’s another part of that legend that everyone else chooses to ignore.” Regulus turns his head to meet his eyes and James sees something sad within them. Sad and sharp with anger.
“Inferi have no free will.” He whispers, “They can’t even think for themselves. They can’t feel, can’t breathe, can’t take their lives back. All they can do is follow the orders of their Master. If he says kill? You kill. If he says die? You die. Not even half of a life. Just a puppet on a string that can’t be cut.”
“Regulus, you are not a corpse,” James murmurs firmly with sincerity in his eyes; in the very line of his brow.
“You are alive. You have air in your lungs and fire in the depths of your eyes–I can see it. Yeah, just there...” He points to a spot in Regulus’ eye, his lips curling up into a small smile. “Your will is as free as you are desperate to take it back from those who stole it from you in the first place. Regulus Black, you are not an Inferius. You are a human being. Your will are your sheers. If you want something cut, pick them up and do it. It is your will. Not theirs.”
Why do some people get so pissy if you have a popular or “overrated” character like Tweek, Butters, or Craig as your favorite?
Like Tweek is my favorite because I think he’s a genuinely interesting character with a lot of personality that people tend to overlook, and who I also happen to see a lot of myself in.
If that makes me “basic” and “boring” then so be it guess.
me everytime someone leaves an AO3 comment without compliments telling me that the wait to read the next chapter of my heart bleeding out on paper for free is really hard on them.
Watching everybody’s takes about Bridgerton on tiktok is PAINFUL. Especially Benedict.
I swear if I have to watch one more tik tok about “3 seasons of Benedict slutting it up around town is painful to me” “he’s the community ride” etc. I’m going to lose it. Each of these seasons takes place over the course of a year. He is usually seeing 1 to 2 people a year. That is like???? Very normal behavior by modern standards? Why are we slutshaming this fictional man? Like Collin was the slut of this season if you want to fuckin go there (tho I don’t think that’s a productive line of analysis for this season either.)
And then when they thought Michaela’s actress was cast as his love interest Sophie they lost their shit bc she’s a dark skinned black woman. And y’all wanted him to be bi but then didn’t you want to see him have his plotline of realizing it as a subplot??