We all talk about how Penelope is strong in the 3x01 "Mr Bridgerton" scene because she doesn't fold after his shameless flirting but do you know what is true strenght? This moment right here. Because that boy is TOUCHING HER BARE ARM and TAKING HER HAND and he says "you really are very good, you know?" in the SOFTEST VOICE KNOWN TO MAN. And like... i'm sorry. I'm sorry but WHAT THE FUCK. HOW DID SHE NOT IMMEDIATELY FALL TO HER KNEES? Penelope Featherington is truly the strongest out of everyone because sure, she is desperately pining for him - but at least she keeps it under wraps. I would not have been able. If Colin Bridgerton said something like that to me I would have had no choice but to hit my knees and ask him if he would be kind enough as to compromise me immediately.
korn really set the bar for bad parents in BL b/c he’s not a bad parent b/c he’s homophobic, oh no, in fact he’s the opposite he supports all his gay sons and even his gay nephews he’s a bad parent b/c he made his semi-foster nephew believe for a whole 60 secs that him and his bio son were cousins fucking nasty while hiding his foster sister in the attic for like 20 years, killing his nephews father, all after faking his own death and then sent his gay sons on a boat party to celebrate their engagement
ART's so devoted to its crew. Its little squishy human family. So sweet, genuinely. ART, it's so sweet how much you love your people and how much they love you. Can you leave? Could you leave if you wanted? Are you given a meaningful choice to stay or go? Do you love them so much because they give you that choice, or because you don't have a choice? Did you choose this? Can you change your mind? Can you go? Do you know? Do you not want to know?
"The old world (breath of the wild) is dying, and the new world (tears of the kingdom) struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters (utterly unhinged headcanons and fan speculation)"
Have you been watching CW Nancy Drew wondering, "What is this timeline? When is this even happening?"
Well then I have the document for you! Over the past two years I've been meticulously watching and re-watching Nancy Drew in order to compile this unnecessarily thorough timeline documenting any and all dates we can glean from the show.
I'm still working through adding the events of season 4, but seasons 1-3 are all there! Please take a look if you have any interest :)
Listen I absolutely adore Elena, but it's absolutely insane to me how she was okay with murdering Kol, knowing that would kill hundreds of vampires who did absolutely nothing to her, for a cure that sounded straight out of a fairytale.
told my mom my goal was to watch all extant doctor who (classic and new) and her first question was “is this an achievable goal?” bc according to her “successful ppl set achievable goals” and when I said I thought so (I have roughly calculated that I have watched 2/3s of dw) she suggested that I start a spreadsheet bc how else will I keep track??? I feel so supported
He kissed both her cheeks, bending even lower to raise Nesta’s right hand, pressing her cold knuckles to his brow in solemn salute.
“Nesta Archeron,” Jurian said, like her name was twice its length, a foreign weighted history, “You ready to know whose blood runs in your veins?”
Nesta, who had lived this particular conversation thrice over now, only shook her head. Touched between his brows in curious, only half-understood benediction, allowing him to step away. “Jurian. You survived the fires.”
His smile was only in his eyes, rainwater grey searingly bright. “You wouldn’t waste time sending messages to corpses.”
Nadia, from where she’d stopped three swaggering paces into the room, shedding her coat and swords with utterly false carelessness, huffed out a rough laugh. It was a bizarre comfort to see her, unchanged- strong brown hands dense with tattoos that bloomed into looser patterns up her arms, those knives and that hideous leather vest, remnants of a life that seemed nearly simple, now. So very far away.
She cast a scathing look at Nesta’s guard, the Illyrian busy visibly wishing murder upon Jurian, his entire focus held on the distance between their bodies.
“Protection has gotten more interesting,” she said, tone blithe, “Where’s your Vanserra?”
“Honeymoon.” Nesta let herself lean back onto the desk, hand behind her body biting into its ash lip. Dawn, Winter, reconnaissance. Elain walking underhill in mortal wedding pearls, Lucien at her back.
A heaved sigh, Jurian’s head oh so briefly dipped. “Wars and weddings, my lady. Blessings.”
“When you were our age, humans couldn’t marry.”
“Nor does he believe in any damned gods,” Nadia crossed the room fae quick, expression wicked as the guard flinched, stopping right alongside Nesta. A test, twofold- Nesta didn’t pull a knife as Nadia had once taught her, the legionnaire didn’t start in on violence without orders. “Don’t believe the prayers, unless they’re bloody.”