#I'M GOING THROUGH IT

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

Started playing Slay the Princess

[exhuastedpigeon]

Listen! LISTEN! LISTEN!!!

Ryan said he didn't fully understand Eddie putting Buck in his will.

Ryan said that with Buck this is more than friendship, it's I love you to the core.

Ryan said that Eddie and Buck are open and vulnerable with each other.

Are you really trying to tell me that Eddie wasn't working through a lifetime of repression? That Ryan not understanding the will at first wasn't him starting to understand how deep Eddie's repression went?

I love you to the core.

TO THE CORE.

The core is under everything, under the repression and trauma.

He loves Buck so much and he has loved him so much for so long.

They're a family. They love each other. Even if there's no romantic Buddie there is so much love there.

[konako]

the first time Nebula got to choose her body mods

[fannyyann]

flapanthers: spent the day bringing the holiday cheer ❤️

[emometalhead]

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John Green being a Swiftie will always bring me joy

(@sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog need to know your faves if you have any yet)

[purgaytorysupremacy]

Wake up, say good morning to That sleepy person lying next to you If there's no one there, then there's no one there But at least the war is over.

In Our Bedroom After the War by Stars (🎶listen on spotify)

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whump tip: changing bandages is a big painful bummer when the gauze is basically glued to the wound by dried blood

[fourcheeseonrye]

i’ve stopped apologizing for these

[fangswbenefits]

I've come to the realisation that Astarion could be wearing nothing a bin bag with cut-outs for his arms and legs and head, and he would still look drop-dead gorgeous...

Talk about pretty privilege....

[theotherhappyplace]

twitter has been completely broken for several hours. hilarious.

i admittedly would find this much funnier if my career wasn't sort of counting on twitter, but it's still pretty funny.

EDIT.

OH.

MY GOD.

ITS NOT BROKEN

HE DID IT ON PURPOSE

[zzoupz]

wakes up everyday like fuckk I can't keep doing this *continues to do it*

[samijey]

Y'all wanna know why I did it? Because I had to… I had to! I ain't wanna do it […] I never had a choice

[reginasbread]

A little look at Chrisjen's wardrobe in season 5

Her clothes keep up with the changes in her life or even manifest them. I think that the most meaningful shift when it comes to her costumes happened in season 5. They really tell us a story.

The season starts with typical "Chrisjen in space" attire. This fancy suit with bell sleeves and statement jewellery? we know and love it.

Next, we have this one. it's some kind of robe with a cape? can't really tell because there's no full shot of it. the collar is up, and the border is heavily embroidered. It looks like good ol' days on Earth.

The last one in this group is the turquoise suit. It's quite simple. They upcycled her jewellery from season 1 here. Another throwback then.

This suit is still on brand for Chrisjen in space, but they made some adjustments. Huge jewellery with gemstones is still here, but bell sleeves are less pompous. Lamé fabric of the suit makes her sparkle in dim light. The pattern looks like a hounds tooth, maybe a bit deconstructed (?). Is it still a thing in the future? it really grounds this outfit in the past.

Another sparkly suit good for dark shots. The only frivolous thing left is the collar. We see a shift in jewellery. No more gemstones. This one is all sturdy metal and minimalistic design, nothing like old Chrisjen.

Duster! the revolutionary piece. Phenomenal choices were made here. I'm going to make a separate post about it because I deconstructed this thing. (made it here)

I've already made a post about this frock coat and its ambiguity and fluidity. The inspiration is similar to the one that happened with the duster, but they took it further. The presentation is masculine, but it's taken straight (gay) from 19th century dandy fashion. Dandy means aesthetics and blurred lines of gender, but it's also a persona, someone who reinvents themselves for the public to see. Some people say that dandies played with life because they were unable to live life. Fitting for Chrisjen here.

Not to be gay about it, but a woman wearing a frock coat with a ridiculous collar and a stock tie screams gay.

This is a proper mourning attire. Look at the border of this black duster. Look at those jet earrings - historically a typical mourning accessory.

in conclusion Chrisjen's clothes tell us so much more than "fabulous rich bitch in tinsel".

[fannyyann]

[x]

[thedanceronthestreets]

Don't worry trent crimm, i saw your off-screen secret love story and heartbreak

[k0fii]

『The moment the world was finished, the author had to descend from the position of creator.』

They say that before you die, you live through the events of your entire life for 7 minutes.

Naturally, for writers, this meant the tear-jerker flashback scenes written to make a character's death hurt for the readers.

Han Sooyoung belatedly wondered if her death would be recorded as such. Well, she had written this very world but it had long left her hands by now.

The void rushed to take what was left of her, which wasn't much at all. She thought that it felt familiar. She couldn't seem to remember why though.

--

A small bit of her consciousness managed to survive.

She didn't know why, and could barely feel anything than the coldness of the void surrounding her.

The ghost of a body remained after her physical body crumbled away - it was something, but it wasn't anything, defined more by the fact that it wasn't the void, like white ink on a black page or stars in the dark night.

She curled into herself with barely any strength, eyes closing and her hand floating uselessly around her, as if trying to reach something.

Before she knew what she was reaching out for, she felt a grasp on her hand.

It was warm, unlike the desolate void around her. For some reason, she was afraid to open her eyes. Maybe it was because she recognized that hand holding hers, or that warmth, or maybe it was because she's scared that opening her eyes would reveal it all to be a dream.

"Sooyoung-ah."

She fought back tears and found it useless in the end. Silently, her grip tightened, unwilling to let go.

If this was her final moment, if this was a last-minute hallucination or dream conjured up by her mind, she decided that she wouldn't let this bastard leave before her again.

"You dumbass..!"

Her voice came out shaky. Anger, hurt, and relief all spilling out in multitudes. She kept her eyes tightly shut.

"I know. I'm sorry."

If she could punch him, she would - there were too many questions, too much grief between the two of them. God knows how many times she wanted to beat some sense into him.

"Why couldn't you just come back?"

"..."

"Do you know all we did just to get you back?!"

"..."

"We all tried to move on with our lives but no matter what I did, I couldn't."

"..."

"I couldn't even write anymore. I wanted to throw up at the sight of the subway."

"..."

"I hate you so damn much, do you know that?"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't just say that!"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I.."

What did she want him to say? What words could fix all the hurt he's caused? What words could repay her for all she did to get him back?

Her throat felt strangled now.

"What..what did you think of the story I wrote?"

"It was good."

Han Sooyoung didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She felt her heart bursting with joy at such half-baked praise.

"..That's it? That's 500 chapters of work!"

Banter that would've made the two of them laugh previously now felt like a parting gift. A last chat, a few jokes and the warmth of laughter before everything fades to nothing.

"It was perfect."

"Of course it is! The genius writer wrote it, so obviously."

Her voice was still shaky, but there was a smile to it now.

"You did good until now. Thank you, Sooyoung-ah."

"Ha..ha.."

Shaky laughter turned into teary sobs. Han Sooyoung didn't bother to wipe the tears sliding down her face.

She was content here, in her final moments, knowing that this story reached the person it was written for.