#Like in comparison to something like. Idk

[boo-the-ghost-is-a-host]

I really love this piece

Marc being confronted with how loving yn is and starts to try causing a bad reaction with them because that's a fallback on what feels comfortable in comparison to being cared about by a person close to you that is okay to let himself be cared for and that is not trust worthy ..... or at least it's not a path that he has had experience in other than Layla it's not a place that feels safe in because he has not had that through so much of his life and why would let in something that could be gone and besides it's not like I deserve it , it's what he knows and the thought of it the case were is his worth having a care, love , kindness just too much to let him feel so he does what is going to protect him that and does how he knows best

Idk if this make sense I'm illiterate and probs could write this less repetitive and more eloquent and also with a not a run on sentence but I need to write this out and I will forget what I wanted to say

anyways thank you to anyone reading this

Egg Fried Rice

Marc Spector X F!Reader  Rating: T  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Summary: Out of the three of them, Marc had met your mother last.

Warnings: Angst & fluff. Mentions of previous abuse (Wendy Spector) but doesn't go into detail. Typos - I am notoriously bad at catching them. Swearing.

A/N: I've used corvase's 'lovely little domestic prompts: “your mom is coming over today.” “tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “you tell her, she’s your mom.” “but she likes you more!”' - and it ended up being a lot more angsty than I inteaded. I changed the prompt words a touch as well. Steven & Jake make a little appearance too.

Word Count: 1689

Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites

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You had been in the shower when your phone rang. It was on silent, as usual, but by chance the light caught Marc’s attention as he put the clean laundry away. 

The display read ‘Mum’. 

He swallowed, a flash of nerves hitting him for a second before he pushed them away. He could just wait it out, pretend he didn’t see it. 

The soft material of a pair of your fuzzy socks in his hand suddenly became much heavier; the cartoon duck on the side no longer looked friendly. There was a judgemental tone in its eyes.

 “Fuck you.” He narrowed his eyes and hissed at the cartoon, the absurdity enough to bring a small smile to his face.

Quickly, without giving himself too much time to really think about it, he grabbed your phone and answered the call. 

“Hello!” Your mum’s voice was like sunshine itself. 

“Hi, it’s-”

“Marc! Ah! How lovely to get you!” 

He grinned broadly, warmth bubbling up in his chest. She recognised his voice. Straight away she recognised his voice. 

“I was wondering if I could pop by today? I have a little something for you all.”

Your mother knew all three of them, but her first meeting with Marc had been almost five months after she had met Steven and Jake. 

It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to meet her, he did, it was just... difficult. Panic spiked up in his spine and made him sick whenever the arranged date to introduce himself grew close. 

His alters’ voices constantly in his ear. “She’s so lovely.” “You’ll get on well with her hermano.” “She’s nothing like-”

It hadn’t mattered. He had chickened out four times. The third when he was in the car with you outside of your mother’s house. He just couldn’t. Couldn’t. Had checked out and left it to Steven and Jake.

He would stay away for days, the worst being the second occasion when he didn’t front for nearly two weeks afterwards and had refused to speak to Jake or Steven. Even staying quiet when Steven had said he would let Jake grow a moustache if Marc didn’t say something. 

When Marc finally did front he had refused to talk about it. Point blank. Not to Steven, not to Jake, not to you. He knew that made it worse. 

It had caused more than one internal and external argument.  

You had tried to bring it up carefully, calmly, telling Marc that there was no need to rush, he hadn’t caused any offence, that he didn’t even need to meet your mother if he didn’t want to.

But instead of staying quiet, nodding, or any of the countless peaceful options Marc had gone into defensive mode. Unable to explain his fears even though you knew about Wendy, unable to accept your kindness and care and love when he was so sure he didn’t deserve it. He wanted your anger.  

“Oh, so you don’t want me to meet your Mom then?” 

His tone had taken you by surprise even before his words had registered. “Marc that’s...” you shook your head, playing back what you had said, checking for how your words could have been misunderstood. “I didn’t mean that, I-”

“Maybe you should think before you speak in future.”

“Marc-”

“She’s got Steven and Jake, guess I’m not as important as them?”

It had just escalated from there. Your tone and words grew more agitated despite your best intentions as he kept going and going. 

There had been something on the tip of his tongue, something nasty and untrue but based on your own securities. Something that was intended to hurt. He had begun to speak it, shout it, trying to push you in punishing him when everything shifted. 

It was the first time you had seen Jake forcibly front, spitting out a hiss of words obviously not aimed at you and breathing hard. 

“¡No te atrevas a decir eso!” Don’t you dare say that. 

He had sat on the settee, closed his eyes and crossed his arms. His legs were spread wide in an apparent guise of relaxation but you could see the tension thumping in his neck. 

After a moment to calm yourself you had sat down next to him, slowly, and leaving some space between your bodies. 

Jake had kept his eyes closed; his jaw clenched as he listened to Marc, but did not reply. After a few minutes he had taken your hand in his, pressed kisses to your fingers and knuckles tentatively before he opened his eyes. 

You had smiled weakly at him, your eyes glassy. “Is he okay?” 

Jake let out a humourless laugh. “He’s on the naughty step.” He moved closer, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around you. “He’ll stay there until his manners improve.”  His voice was low in your ear, making you shiver, but you knew those words were more directed at Marc than to you. 

Marc had watched silently whenever Steven or Jake were with your mother. The ease of conversation, the joking, smiles, hugs, kisses on the cheek and small gifts. 

You had found him once, on a morning so early it should have been night, crouched down by the coffee table in your flat. His arms wrapped tightly around his legs as he stared at a small paper bag on the floor. 

Your mother was notorious for giving gifts, things that made her think of others. The previous day you and Steven had visited her for dinner. She had spoken animatedly about her day, a visit to Greenwich park and market before brandishing, a golden pin with the Eye of Horus engraved for Steven (who spoke animatedly and excitedly about the meaning behind it for a good ten minutes before worrying he was ‘going on a bit’, and then another fifteen when your mum shhhed him and eagerly asked him to continue.)

Champurradas for Jake, which you hadn’t heard of before, “Oh Jake and I were talking about them the other day, and I just so happened to see a stall with all sorts of food. I just had to get them for him.”  (You were eighty percent sure she had purposely looked for somewhere that sold them and had gone to Greenwich specifically with the goal in mind.) She had playfully smacked your hand when you had asked to try one, “Shhh! They’re for Jake! You’ll have to ask him if you want one.” You laughed. 

She had held out a small paper bag to Steven as you were leaving, “this is for Marc.” 

“Oh, you didn’t have-”

“Shhh,” your mother was the master of the ‘shhh’, “I wanted to. I love all of you very much.” She had kissed his cheek and pressed the bag into his warm hands.

You had told your mother briefly about Wendy after the second time Steven had visited instead of Marc, no details – as you felt it wasn’t your place. 

And now Marc sat staring at the keyring resting on top of the paper bag like it held the answer to the universe. 

It took you a moment to recognise the logo as the Chicago Bears and knew, for certain, that she definitely hadn’t found that in Greenwich market. 

He turned towards you suddenly at the creak of the floorboard under your feet, eyes red and shining. 

You froze, afraid that anything you did, anything you said would cause hurt. 

“Steven told her I’d confused my keys with our key for here.” His voice broke at the last word and you rushed forward, falling to your knees and wrapping yourself around him. “She, she remembered.” 

You had held him and kissed him and soothed him as his tears soaked into your pyjamas and finally, when you had coaxed him back into bed, hugged him tightly the whole night.

The keyring never left his keys. 

You had both visited your mother soon after that, Marc nervously gripping a large bouquet of flowers as you walked to the front door. He knuckles white under the tension. 

When your mother opened the door Marc had quickly blurted out, “here, I’m Marc, nice to meet you.” In a voice that sounded far younger than his age and thrusted the flowers towards her. 

Your mother didn’t even miss a beat, she had fawned over the flowers, ‘the nicest ones she had ever received’ and lavished attention on your boyfriend the entire day, kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly when you left. Saying nothing when he held onto her a little too tightly and for a few beats too long. 

You heard Marc laughing as you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and padded down the hall to your bedroom. 

He was sitting on the bed, facing away from the door, holding your phone to his ear. A few items of clean clothes next to him, you couldn’t help but smile as you realised he had put the others away. You hadn’t asked him to, he had just done it knowing your intense dislike of the final part of the clothes washing process. 

Marc turned as you came in, giving you a little wave. “She’s just finished.” He spoke into the phone. “Your Mom!” He said to you. 

“Hi Mum!” You yelled, a little over the top. 

The muffled sound of your mother laughing and saying ‘hello love!’ filtered back. 

You opened your wardrobe, absentmindedly chewing on your bottom lip.

“She’s gonna come over later, she said she’d pick up Chinese on the way?” 

The questioning tone at the end of his sentence warmed your heart. You had told him countless times that your flat was his flat; but he still wanted to check things with you, protective of your space.

“Tell her to bring egg fried rice or she’s not invited.” You teased. 

Marc gave a mock gasp of shock and you could hear your mum laughing on the other end of the phone. 

“You tell her, she’s your Mom!” He grinned. 

You turned around, hands on your hips and pulled a silly face. “But she likes you more!” 

[batsandbirdbrains]

your posts are so fun and lovely and as much as i enjoy bad parent bruce i am a sucker for good parent bruce because it makes the bad moments so much more painful

dick being in the single digits when he is taken in by bruce is so dear to me and him being the only one in that age range (jason being around 12/13, tim being 13, stephanie being around 15, damian being 10) is part of the reason i always prefer dick being 8 when he taken in. my personal timeline for dick has him being orphaned at 8 and taken in by bruce (who was also 8 when he was orphaned, perhaps the most important parallel for me), he settles into the manor for about 1 or 2 months, he goes out as robin unofficially and tony zucco is brought to justice, he is trained by bruce for around 1 year and officially debuts as robin when he is about to turn 9 or has just turned 9.

dick being 8 when bruce and him meet informs their relationship a lot which i think is the reason their relationship differs from the succeeding robins who come in as teens or almost teens even though bruce is older when the others come in. bruce being lost in the time stream for about a year means that damian would be around 11 when he and bruce finally start building a relationship. 12/13 year olds are little kids too but 8 year olds are so young even in comparison. i would imagine that caring for a 2nd grader would be quite different from caring for a 6th/7th grader even if the 2nd grader is very mature for his age. (i think all the robins were very mature for their ages) dick being so young makes bruce's growth as a caretaker more compelling imo if we take bruce to be around 25 or so when he takes dick in. (in my personal timeline bruce becomes batman at 25, solo for 2 years and takes dick in at 27, dynamic duo begins when bruce is 28 after around a year of dick's training. this makes their age gap 19 years but bruce starting batman at 25 and being solo for 2/3 years has just stuck with me)

You get it, anon!! You Get It!!

It’s the parallels of them both being the same age when they witness their parents’ deaths, of them being angry and grieving and wanting revenge but choosing justice instead.

It’s the concept of Bruce being so young and definitely not prepared to care for and raise a grieving little boy, but he understands what Dick is going through, and he wants so desperately to help. And he’s convinced that no one else would be able to help Dick, not like he could.

It’s Dick/Robin being the light to Bruce/Batman’s darkness. Bruce sees how he himself turned out, how he’s still stuck in the shadows and the grief, and he does everything he can to make sure Dick doesn’t get dragged down into the darkness like he did. He wants Dick to be better than him. He wants Robin to be better than Batman.

And Dick is so young, so little, when he first comes to live with Bruce. And maybe Bruce is afraid of breaking him, of doing something wrong and hurting this tiny little child who depends on him now.

The others are all older. They’re more capable of taking care of themselves. Not that Dick wasn’t capable of it himself, but it’s different. Eight year olds still get nightmares, still might ask to sleep in Bruce’s bed because he’s scared, still needs help with little things an older child wouldn’t. So it’s a very different dynamic than what he has with the other boys.

Idk I just have a lot of feelings about Bruce and Dick being parallels to each other, it means so much to me.

[andjsjfks]

my redacted height headcanons because i’m tired and bored (not everyone, although i may one day to a part two with those i missed)

shaw pack + mates

david: 6’6 • he used to be worried that his height would make him look too intimidating to the members of the pack, until one day someone admitted to him that his tall (and let’s be real, wide) stature allowed for people to feel safe around him. plus the kids in the pack love using him as a climbing frame

angel: 5’7 • we know angel is canonically shorter than david but i don’t think they’re actually short short, i think they just are in comparison to a lot of the pack. david likes to comment about how he’s a whole foot taller and angel will immediately correct him that ‘it’s actually only 11”.’

asher: 6’3 • ash is one of those kids that was like 5’7 all throughout high school then the summer before senior year he shot up to 6’3 and that was it. i just know he had a really awkward phase where none of his pants reached his ankles.

babe: 6’0 • there’s something about babe that screams they’re the tallest out of themselves, angel and sweetheart. when the three go out shopping together their job is to grab the stuff on higher shelves.

milo: 5’7 • he saw what happened with asher in high school and was so convinced the same would happen to him only for it to … not. hc that marie is like 5’3 and colm 5’8 so i don’t know where he got the idea from that he’d magically become 6’.

sweetheart: 5’10 • 70% leg for sure, so when sat down themselves and milo look the same height but standing up is another story. they sometimes appear taller just because of the grace they hold themselves with

darlin’: 6’4 • they have been above 6 foot since they were 15. they’ve always been taller than the other kids in school which didn’t aid in them wanting to fit in and keep a low profile. so when david started to get taller than them they were secretly happy. if david’s tall then being tall must be cool right? not weird like they thought.

sam: 6’5 • just a wisp taller then darlin’ and they love it. he was the tallest member of the solaire clan, towering over even william. he has never been the type to try and make himself appear smaller, even in front of a king.

the vamps

vincent: 5’11 • he 100% lies and tells people he’s six foot. sam never lets him get away with it when he does though, i can imagine sam leaning an elbow on vince’s head just to rile him up.

lovely: 5’5 • one of the shortest characters. there was a spell of time (after adam) were they were upset by their height, feeling as if it makes them appear as meek and easy. that’s until they met darlin, who offered to teach them some hand to hand combat. because height doesn’t matter as much when you know how to throw a punch.

porter: 6’0 • is actually the six foot vincent likes to say he is and he relishes in it.

treasure: 5’4 • lovely was so happy when they met and saw they were also on the short side. cue lovely having to explain that the majority of their friends (the shaw pack) are giants so they need more short people to balance out the scales.

d.a.m.n. crew

freelancer: 5’9 • a nice respectable average.

caelum: 4’3 • just a little guy idk what to say.

gavin: 6’1 • but if you ask him he’s 6’5 at least. despite how he’s shorter than huxley who is actually that tall. he’ll just say that huxley must be at least 6’8 obviously

huxley: 6’5 • gavin doesn’t know what he’s talking about

damien: 5’10 • he pretends to not care about height and insists that hes ‘happy with 5’10 that’s taller than average’ but sometimes he wishes he had a those extra inches. that becomes less so after he starts dating huxley and realises he’s the perfect height to fit comfortably in his arms.

lasko: 6’1 • maybe a controversial take having him and gavin the same height but i really do think he’s on the taller side. maybe im just also so against the notion that anyone on the submissive side has to be short so i went the opposite way

dear: 6’2 • just a little bit taller than lasko to the point where it’s barely noticeable and lasko loves it. he found it a lot less intimidating to talk to them at first because they didn’t tower over him or vice versa. it felt like a nice even playing field between the two

non empowered + elliott (lmao)

elliott: 5’11 • growing up he was always taller than aaron despite being younger and never let aaron forget it. until they got older and aaron hit puberty first and shot up, gaining the upper hand.

sunshine: 5’5 • i always think about that audio were they and elliot share a deck chair and think there’s no way they could be tall if they’re doing that.

aaron: 6’2 • as soon as he got taller than elliot he immediately turned all of the jokes he had to grow up hearing as a kid right back onto elliot.

smartass: 6’0 • they used to hate the fact they’re taller than were shorter than aaron, who of which would take that and run with it during their workplace arguments. but not they’re dating they actually love being a little bit shorter. not that they’d admit it.

ollie: 5’6 • the shortest of the spoken adult characters and he has no issues with being on the shorter side for guys his age. it’s never been something that bothers him

baby: 5’3 • and folks we have our shortest redacted character (excluding caelum). they exude short energy in the sense they could comfortably curl up on an armchair in the sun and fall asleep.

guy: 5’8 • i refuse to give this fuck (affectionately) anything more than 5’8. i will not explain further.

honey: 5’11 • i just know guy loves the fact they’re taller than him because that means their hoodies will always be just the right amount of oversized to be comfy.

[magnuficentwo]

featherless ✅ biped ✅ These are Men

[onesidedradiostatic]

hell's courtroom vs heaven's courtroom

[arcanegifs]

Here are some Season 2 Arcane GIF comparisons before and after I color and sharpen them! | Season 1 Comparison GIFs

[residentwordsofaffirmationdealer]

batman & robin - "trust your partner to catch you when you fall"

"just close your eyes, remember your training... and trust your partner to be there for you." batman/nightwing: bloodborne (2002)

"what know what the key is to a good trapeze act? letting go... trusting that there's someone on the other side to catch you." detective comics (1937) #1074

"i always know the hands that will catch me." nightwing (2016) #100

"...because i've always had someone to catch me if i fell." nightwing (2016) #79

batman: legends of the dark knights (1989) #100

"i got you, kid. i won't let you fall--" nightwing (1996) #105

"when we were up on those ropes, there was no mom, no dad, and no son. we were partners... we were equal. each one of us made sure the others didn't fall. i didn't get to keep my promise. and i know i swore an oath to you... i know that this is dangerous. but just like my parents, we're more than partners... we're family. and i'm never going to let my family fall again." batman: urban legends (2021) #23

"and yet, watching them... their trust... he saw something for the first time." the boy wonder (2024) #1

"i've got you." nightwing (1996) #25

"you okay, robin?" the boy wonder (2024) #1

"we aren't just there to catch batman before he falls. he catches us." robins (2021) #5

"you caught me?" "always." batman: shadow war omega (2022) #1

"my job isn't to train you to make the same decisions i'd make. my job is to catch you, until you decide for yourself." batman and robin eternal (2015) #22

"robin! hang on!" "come on, girlie! reach! farther! or get ready to do the gotham splat! i got it! now hang on, and pray he can hold us both. but he's batman, so of course he'll hold us. it's official! i love this man!" robin (1993) #128

"out on the precipice. about to leap. knowing someone would catch you. not your mother. not your father. someone with a foot in the dark. just like me. someone who used fear as a weapon. batman." nightwing (2016) #2

"robin!" nightwing (1996) #? (written by devin grayson)

gotham knights (2000) #1

"dick. i didn't fall. i jumped. i jumped because i knew you'd catch me." nightwing (2016) #8

"and i try to pay bruce wayne back by doing for others what he did for me. by being their net. by catching them before they hit the ground." nightwing (2016) #1

batman and robin (2009) #9

red robin (2009) #12

"how'd you know? how did you know i'd be there to save you?" "you're my brother, dick. you'll always be there for me." red robin (2009) #12

"it's all right. everything's all right." "i just... wanted to... help." gotham knights (2000) #58

batman/superman worlds' finest (2022) #6

"but the trapeze is not a solo act" detective comics (1937) #1074

"it's always been about catching people when they fall." nightwing (2016) #29

we are robin (2015) #7

[katabay]

“And you never asked about the—place with the door?” said Mr. Utterson. “No, sir; I had a delicacy,” was the reply. “I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment. You start a question, and it’s like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back garden and the family have to change their name. No sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.” “A very good rule, too,” said the lawyer. “But I have studied the place for myself,” continued Mr. Enfield. “It seems scarcely a house. There is no other door, and nobody goes in or out of that one but, once in a great while, the gentleman of my adventure. There are three windows looking on the court on the first floor; none below; the windows are always shut but they’re clean. And then there is a chimney which is generally smoking; so somebody must live there. And yet it’s not so sure; for the buildings are so packed together about the court, that it’s hard to say where one ends and another begins.” The pair walked on again for a while in silence; and then “Enfield,” said Mr. Utterson, “that’s a good rule of yours.” “Yes, I think it is,” returned Enfield. “But for all that,” continued the lawyer, “there’s one point I want to ask. I want to ask the name of that man who walked over the child.”

so! a page! this was a revisiting (for me) of an old old old. OLD. page I drew over ten years ago immediately after seeing a local production of the musical. usually when I revisit and edit ancient drafts, I gut a lot of it in the process of re arranging the insides, but this was one where I was like: AH. I see your vision, past self, now I can articulate it and draw shoes.

someday I'm going to find the time to get the whole thing on paper (this was also a color palette test page! I still want a noir-ish influence, but I'm debating sticking to a classic black and white only or leaning into something like this. much to think about........) until then though! a confrontation inside a house goes wrong! takes place moments after this scene.

[zukosbangtan]

girl zuko as the blue spirit was seriously such a FORCE man...like no bending no honor just a mask his two swords and a dream like i don't think some of yall get just how crazy he was omggg.. like while he has always been a good firebender i feel like if he would've tried to capture the avatar as the blue spirit right from the beginning the series would've ended after like 3 episodes already with them on their way back to the fire nation together omg thank God he wasn't really thinking things through yet back then 💔💔

[ofswordsandpens]

thinking about how the (greek) big three swore to never sire any more demigod children because those children are just too powerful (dangerous) and also thinking about how the characters that, arguably, seem to have the greatest proclivity for cruelty in the name of justice or vengeance are also the (greek) big three children... there's something there, a connection to be made I'm sure of it

[skulandcrossbones]

SEVERANCE 2x10 (2022 — ) THELMA & LOUISE (1991)

[ducktracy]

i hate how my particular investment in LT/these characters/history in general will have me sounding like some sort of "retvrn" bozo. or, maybe i just hate that saying "i wish things were more sincere again and that sometimes things that were older were in fact better" has been................... idek how to finish this thought Guys i'm getting overly emotional about LT kiddie records from the '50s. i'm getting emotional about how merchandising for these characters has sucked for the last 45+ years. i do not mean to sound like some sort of obnoxious "old stuff had SOUL to it new stuff is BAD we must RETURN" bozo. but guys. look at this

the appeal.. the whimsy

WHERE DID WE GO WRONG!!!!!!!!!

i legitimately get upset if i think about this for too long. what are we doing man

[lyxchen]

Got bored today and drew this. Y'all, I think Gi-hun has a type...

Bonus Jibyeok because my girlsss <33

[applestorms]

on another note. it genuinely kinda surprises me how many people interpret ivan to be the type of person to Repress and Deny his feelings when, from all the evidence we actually have, he actually seems to be quite open about it?

he does do the dumb stare and watch from afar thing that till does with mizi, yeah, but even there i don’t know if i would necessarily interpret that as ivan like. pushing his feelings away. compare the difference between how till and ivan are framed in these two shots:

in till's, we are pushed way farther back, seeing his full face and a good deal of his body as he slouches back. the colors are bright, fitting in with most of the happier mizisua angst memories, and you can read till's expression pretty clearly, even with his face beaten up. it's cute and mostly innocent, the kind of thing that makes you want to gently push him out from behind the wall to watch him stutter and get all embarrassed but reach out and play with his friends.

in ivan's... jesus. i mean, he looks like a freak (affectionate). you can't read his expression, despite the fact that we are zoomed in much more closely, only really seeing his eye as the placement of his hand covers his mouth. there is very little body language to convey the same type of sweet, childhood Yearning that till has in his staring shot. instead, for ivan, it all comes down to the Eye, how intently he stares as he watches till and mizi. it almost doesn't even feel like he wants to join in at that moment, or not yet, like watching alone is enough to feed the starvation.

don't get me wrong, there's still plenty of Yearning and Angst in that boy-- round 3 alone is enough to demonstrate that. but what i think people sometimes forget to account for is the fact that ivan acts like that specifically because he has already been rejected.

up until [whenever this moment happens in the timeline] ivan seemingly has absolutely no qualms about getting all up close and personal with till. we see this in plenty of the round 6 flashbacks:

he is plenty comfortable getting all up in till's personal space, whether it be to beat him up or just exist near him.

i also like how in this shot (below) we can see him specifically stand up and move seats, just so that he can bother till during lunch and have his little vampire weirdo moment (aww).

ivan's behavior only really shifts after till has already rejected him-- which, i'd also like to note, seems to genuinely catch ivan off guard. perhaps he genuinely didn't even consider the possibility that till would ever push him away?? i guess it's hard to know the specifics of what he was feeling or thinking in that exact moment, but at the very least this speaks to the ease with which they existed around each other previously.

thus: ivan doesn't begin with the belief that till could never love him. he only starts to doubt whether or not his feelings are requited after he has already been rejected, after he pushed too hard and too quick.

after the failed meteor shower date, his affections become a lot more subtle-- sneaking around to take care of till when he needs it, but only when his eyes are closed. the love and obsession and watchfulness is all still there, but he takes more care to hide it better now. until... well, y'know.

he lets the selfishness win. :]

[ace-ogato]

Bait teams, how I love you so (ignore how fuckass the sketch is I did in like 20 minutes for the funnies)

[iwannarunawayandbeapirate]

zolf smith is so relatable actually

today a friend of mine was really rude when i mentioned having read a romance book over the weekend, implying that it wasn't "intellectual" enough and judging both me and the book despite not even having read it

and now i completely understand zolf's decision to leave the london rangers after hamid critiqued harrison cambell's novels