shawn's deep trust of lassiter keeps catching me so off-guard like when he's held captive and lassie and henry both turn up he tries to yell "carlton" not "dad" and when he sees a guy with a gun come into the restaurant he goes straight for lassie and keeps trying to get his attention instead of literally any of the other dozens of cops in the room with them and when he's telling someone to call the police he tells them to ask for lassiter, not jules, not vick, lassiter. like he spends all his time provoking lassie but the second there's danger there's literally no one else he trusts more
so true we do. a match was cancelled and rescheduled due to inclement weather, which is fine, it happens occasionally. except, the reschedule interferes with your work trip, which is how yuuta ends up with your baby boy in his lap at his pre-match press conference. yuuta was worried at first, your son definitely wouldn’t be used to the cameras and reporters, and it was also seven in the morning, so he really hoped the baby wouldn’t become too irritated, but all his worrying was for nothing.
your baby boy didn’t seem to the mind the cameras, or the large crowd of people, his father was right there to hold him through the entire thing. with them side by side like this, their similarities really show; their droopy eyelids and tired expression, the occasional slow blinking when they’re confused or in thought, the same nose scrunch that makes everybody coo when it happens. one reporter mentions you by name, and that makes the otherwise sleepy baby perk and babble “mama” into the microphone instinctively, which melts everybody’s hearts, yuuta’s included, “that’s right, baby, that’s mama,” he coos, pinching his kid’s cheek before returning his attention to the reporter, “but, yeah, my wife—she’s great. she’s away on work right now, and we miss her a lot, but i’m so proud of her. i got to speak to her right before this conference actually, and she said she’d tune in when she could, so i hope she’s watching—wait, sorry, um… what was the question again?” (his rambling off about my wife my wife my wife is not new. it happens in every conference and interview, he’s just a loverboy through and through).
during the match, it’s dead silent when yuuta’s about to serve and then there’s the tiniest cry of “dada,” just as he’s about the throw the ball up, which makes him smile and stop and turn to his son, and the entire crowd coos. yuuta is not too proud to blow a kiss before going to serve again.
And who says scientists aren't passionate! 😉💖 here's a little comic based off an ACTUAL moment I shared with my irl partner @cherry-bomb-ships last night 😂
hey, so guess who just spent the last year+ of their life cosplaying every single character in the life series? yeah that was me. please enjoy the fruits of my labor.
not to be insane and massively self indulgent more than factual but
I was just listening to cure for the 1000th time, and after replaying Till’s part for the 4th time I was like “wow, these lyrics sync pretty well with the kiss scene?” Now of course it’s bound to be because even the beat is the kinda the same. And it could be total coincidence nothing to link here but—what if.... Yk?
I put the two together and tried to see how well they’d sync and I say hey, it’s pretty good (or it could be better if I was a better editor idk)
The rain is matched with the 'fallen stars" lyrics that I'd like to think are either linked to tears or, rain.
when the “On your icy lips” lyric comes up it is synced with the scene where Ivan gives Till one more kiss.
and the “Read my soul” lyric? That’s when Till and Ivan are looking at each other. Ivan is wordlessly asking Till to read him, understand why he is doing this and keep trying to survive, or is it Ivan who is trying to read what till is thinking? Does Till hate the kiss? Will he do anything about it now that Ivan has broken into his space, and pushed past boundaries? will the Till he knows come back?
and the "ooh" at the end matches with the exact moment Ivan is shot because it's "Oh. I can't read you. your book doesn't have the same writing from when we were kids" or just "oh I'm dead lmao"
Nathan and Ruben share a bond more powerful than most; mutual understanding through past experiences no one should ever have to go through, and through past actions so horrible they cannot be spoken of. Their grief and the blood on their hands binds them to the STEM technology they created, which has alienated them from the rest of the world— but they give each other the comfort they have both longed for so desperately for years, and that is all they need.
They are each other's counterpart; you cannot imagine one without the other, like two sides of the same coin. Through their pain, their grief, their desire, and their regret, they have become one.
anna akhmatova, the guest // bones; equinox // 'i won't become' by kim jakobsson // agustín gómez-arcos, the carnivorous lamb // by oxy // achilles come down; gang of youths // czeslaw milosz, from 'new and collected poems: 1931-2001' // 'extended ambience portrait from a resonant biostructure' and 'migraine tenfold times ten' by daniel vega // a little death; the neighbourhood // marina tsvetaeva, from 'poem of the end' // by drummnist // katie maria, winter // 'nocturne in black and gold the falling rocket' by james abbott mcneill whistler // micah nemerever, these violent delights // body language; we are fury // 'the penitent' by emil melmoth // chelsea dingman, from 'of those who can't afford to be gentle'
!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]
REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.
This scene is such a fun example of the kind of telepathic communication we see Hawk and Trap have. They came in here to barter for an incubator but with no knowledge of the exact complications that might await them. But with every turn back to them, every time that we see them cut their eyes across the table to the other, there's so much unspoken and yet so much understood. They fall into such a perfect rhythm together even in the midst of their joint frustration.
Do you have any funny ideas on what would happen in a drama brothers concert because I can perfectly picture at least one of them falling face first on the stage.
Harold does this midway through a beatboxing solo.