#once again i am a CATCH

[napping-sapphic]

Hey so i hear you like challenges well heh i’m not only a challenge to love but i also come with a secondary secret challenge where you have to try and get me to actually believe you love me as my brain desperately devotes all of my free time to convincing me otherwise

[peoplesprincessgeorge]

f1 + txt posts = true 2.0

[bberry005]

gymnast trinity santos is the characterization of all time i fear. isa briones your mind for coming up with this and then sharing it in an interview. no sport fits her better except maybe martial arts which she canonically also does. amazing

[d-does-art]

HE. IS. A. DAD.

[daisynik7]

[echoes-of-the-unknown]

This is 100% what Usagi wanted to do while meeting his ancestor

[alackofghosts]

wolbert week day 1: a new life

a miracle is the sound of reality buckling

[stuck-in-jelly]

Cant stop thinking about how apparently Season 7 is going to be Ezran’s season and the slow and steady build up to a breaking point for him.

Ezran is in a weird delicate balance, walking across the tightrope of being a child and being a king. We see both sides equally, we see Ezran’s barely clinging childlike mannerisms and we also see him command and lead both with love and with force.

And he is equally regarded in this manner by the people around him, some addressing him more as a child then king and others more king then child.

“Who is this child?” “Such childish dreams.” “You deserve time to do kid things” “the whining child king.” vs “He is a King!” “Because you know-you’re the King.” “That is what King Ezran decided.” “I serve the true King.”

That is already a lot to try and balance, his wants versus his duty as a king but now that balance is being tested.

The weight of everything is starting to crash down. His stressful rule as a king in a time of insurrection and war, his own people pushing back against his ideals and attempts at progress, his citizens and home decimated by a dragon, his father’s murderer being freed by his own brother, and now the releasing of an ancient evil.

No one told him his father was dead, too worried to tell a child horrible news, and no one had told him the plan to bring Runaan back, hardly giving him a second thought.

The more I think about it the more my brain drifts to this section from the season 2 novelization:

“No. No, no no!!” Ezran shouted. He didn’t care if he sounded like a two-year old.

“Ezran. It’s going to be okay,” Rayla started to say.

That was about the dumbest thing anyone could possibly say, Ezran thought. Nothing was ever going to be okay again.

Just the moment Ezran fully reverts to being a small kid again, when he stops caring that he is acting like a child because he is a child because he is mad because its all hitting him at once and it isn’t fair.

I want to see how he takes it all

[keepswingin]

“Are you happy now?”

"Are you?" he snaps, voice echoing far too clearly across the tiny apartment. You wince at his volume. He doesn't notice - or doesn't currently care, beginning to pace a line between the couch and coffee table.

His jaw trembles.

The worse part of it all is that you don't have an answer ready to fire back, because you simply don't know. You don't know how to feel, now that your head is clearer, now that he's in front of you and listening. It's easy to do something when you're emboldened by the darkness around you, easier still to throw the words out there when you think they might mean something.

After all this time, after all this thought, after watching his face slip away from the smile he had when he first came home, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your head, to the frown that's etched there now, you wonder just what you've done.

You shift. He continues to pace.

"I thought..." you nearly trail off as you attempt to put the words together, wringing your hands. "I thought it was what you wanted, Seungmin - "

"To lose you?" he nearly shouts, turning back toward you. He looks vulnerable all too suddenly, and it sits like a stone in your stomach. "I never wanted to lose you," he says, closing the distance between you. He goes to reach for you and then seems to think better of it, hand hovering in the air between you.

Your eyes wander from his face down to his chest. You remember lying against him, listening to him whisper his grievances about work. You remember him saying that things would be easier if it was just him against the world. You remember him kissing your knuckles and asking if you would forgive him if he ran.

There's a lump in your throat. There's a cavern in your chest. It's hard to swallow. It's hard to breathe.

"You said you were sick of everything," you whisper, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking, to keep yourself together even if it's starting to crack apart your heart. "You said you wanted to run."

You remember him squeezing your hand and asking if it was okay to break the law or if you'd hate him. You had said that you could never hate him.

Seungmin stares at you. You think there might be tears in his eyes, that his lip trembles, that his hand shakes as he lowers it back down to his side and allows it to clench into a tight fist.

He seems to deflate then, shoulders pinching inwards. His eyes flicker down to the ground. "With you," he whispers, so quietly that you nearly miss the words. "I wanted to run away with you."

And oh, how the floor drops out from under you.

Your mouth opens and closes. You struggle to get the words out and succeed in only saying his name, a breathless whisper from inside of you.

Seungmin lifts his head. He looks through you.

There's a knock on the door behind you. The shuffle of boots and bodies on creaking stairs. The stranger's voice that resounds throughout the apartment is deep and impatient.

"It's too late now," Seungmin says, making his way to the door. You reach out and grab his wrist, stopping him from touching it.

"I can fix this," you whisper, determined to fix the broken parts, to stop this mess you've made from becoming any worse. "Let me fix this."

Seungmin doesn't lift his head this time.

He pulls away from your grip. "No," he says. "You can't."

He goes for the door again, and you don't bother trying to stop him. You try to catch his eyes one last time, because you think you'll miss that the most, the way in which he looks at you, smiling or sad or angry.

The door opens.

You don't get a second chance.

inspired by DAYBREAK

[yudidoodles]

The audio drama really went for the heartstrings with the Wen remnants like holy shit really just had to show this mans forming connections with these people even more huh

This is one of the other lines that has killed me each time I am a SUCKER for repeated phrases gaining new meaning

[thelaststarfalling]

It doesn’t really hit home how much I’ve screwed up at life until I realize I have literally no one I can call without hesitation about [problem]

[brucie-baby]

While the dynamics of Bruce being the hopelessly smitten party in a unrequited love situation is interesting, I personally prefer it when it's the other way around except Bruce actually does love them but he's repressed his feelings so hard that he's kinda forced himself to forget about them and unless something forces them awake, they're cooked.

soo understandable

something i find so intriguing about bruce is that yes, he's a master at forcing his feelings down but as soon as he accepts them, he tends to go all in. straight into the deep end. he doesn't know how to not be so fucking intense.

so i think this situation would be kinda wild kinda fun in the sense that like. you have the whole initial angst of clark ((using him because he was in the original post)) truly believing that bruce does not, can not, will not love him back, and he's so sure of this because bruce is so sure of this. bruce shows no sign of loving him back because of just how deep down he's repressed it all. and generally clark is like "he's still my best friend and i'd love him even if he hated me," but also it still fucking sucks that the love is unrequited, right??

and then something happens and for the sake of this we'll say it's something like,, clark gets severely hurt in the field and someone kind of confronts bruce with his feelings and he finally has this moment of "okay shit yeah this is real" and that's when the repression goes away. that's the moment he accepts it.

now here's the thing. clark didn't know about bruce's feelings because bruce had pretty much forced himself to forget them. bruce does not have this issue with clark. he knows exactly how clark feels (world's greatest detective, obviously). so he does it. he dives straight in. pulls out all the stops.

and that's where the additional angst kicks in. because like. bruce has shown absolutely no sign of being interested in clark in any way. literally none. and now clark gets hurt and suddenly bruce is asking him on dates and saying he's in love with him and what the fuck?? clearly bruce is just confused because of the whole near-death thing. he doesn't actually love clark. clark would've known (he can hear the man's heartbeat, his breathing, can see every microscopic detail of the expressions he wears when talking to clark, and nobody can fake that, not even bruce). and now clark's all extra hurt on the inside because holy shit bruce finally loves him back and it's not even real??

obviously there's a happy ending somewhere in there of clark realising that okay shit yeah this is real. however in my head this is also a comedy so most of it is just bruce trying so desperately to convince clark that he genuinely does love him that he binges as many romcoms as possible and starts copying them. his kids start feeding him fake romcom moments or being like "this worked for a friend of mine" just to make him do the most ridiculous shit possible.

[elliotthedumb]

oh.

[dandelionjack]

cyberwoman by DAVID CRONENBERG

[illholy]

everytime i answer an ask, one old ask re-appears and my inbox count stays the same. one must imagine sisyphus happy

[ocdhuacheng]

Actually no I will be a cop about it if you joke about bad driving you are genuinely a danger to society drivers licenses are just handed out to anyone these days and people are killed all the time because of it