#r: we're a family. a quiver

[gretahayes]

my trans grant fic is out! featuring: arrowfam family dinner!

(also posted on superlove here)

[sparkedblaze]

Things I noticed that differed from last show that I love

Did only @emmedoesntdomath ask for this?

Yes

Will that stop me from telling everyone how fucking AMAZING this cast was?

Absolutely the FUCK NOT

*

There was a sign in Jacobi's reading "Mush and Sons Floristry". You can imagine how fucking wild I went when I read this. It was the same, but I couldn't remember what it said when I was putting my post together. So now Mush got his name from the florist near Jacobi's and now, in addition to his snowglobe collection, he knows flowers.

During the fight during Seize the Day, Romeo was standing off to the side just standing intimidatingly. Jojo goes "what are you doing Romeo?!" and pushed him toward the fight

CRUTCHIE WAS TRYING TO LIGHT THE CANDLE BEFORE LETTER TO THE REFUGE AND WHEN IT WOULD LIGHT HE LIKE THREW IT DOWN AND WENT ‘ahhhhh’ and just started

During Watch What Happens Reprise, Kath was standing with her arms crossed. Les looked up at her, looked over at Davey, and crossed his arms too.

DAVEY'S VOICE CRACKED WHEN HE SAID "It's not about pennies-"

AND THEN HIS LIP QUIVERED WHEN HE WAS READING CRUTCHIE'S LETTER

JACK WIPING AWAY TEARS WHEN HE FINDS OUT THAT KATHERINE IS PULITZER'S DAUGHTER.

I once again have to mention Jack c r a w l i n g away from the Delanceys in Pulitzer's office

HIM FIGHTING THEM ALL THE WAY TO THE CELLAR. THEN THEY THREW HIM OFF LIKE HALF THE STAIRS

Davey making sure to step on every single step on the way down the stairs.

The lyric change during Once and For All: "Then while you snooze we'll be lighting a fuse with a promise we's achin' to keep” SENT ME F E R A L

"He doesn't do happiness, does he?" Kath, Jack, Davey, and Spot all fervently shaking their heads

JACK AND CRUTCHIE HUGGED WHEN THEY REUNITED AND IT HAD ME S O B B I N G

THEY HUGGED AGAIN WHEN CRUTCHIE SAID "and we're family" 😭😭😭

SPOT WOLF WHISTLED WHEN JACK AND KATHERINE KISSED AND THEN JACK HID THEIR FACES FROM THE AUDIENCE WITH HIS HAT PLZ I LOVE THEM

[veenussposts]

Sooyoung as a demigod (and your boyfriend)

Leather jacket, black hair and brown eyes, Sooyoung had everything to be a son of Hades but the surprise of the other demigods was big when Nemesis, the goddess of revenge and retribution, claimed him as his son.

He came to the camp with a little girl. She was a daughter of Athena and his father gave her to Sooyoung so he could protect her from the monsters.

That girl was his only family.

So, when she started to sleep bad because she had nightmares his heart hurted. He hated seeing his princess crying and sobbing.

You too hated it because you could see his dreams. As a son of Hypnos, you could see every dream and nightmare in the zone. You were always in your cabin, you never went out because the other demigods made fun of you and your weak powers.

When you couldn't take it anymore, you went with her without being seen and helped her. Minutes later, you were laying on her bed with the little girl in your arms. She was asleep thanks to you.

Sooyoung was shocked the first time he saw both of you sleeping together because he didn't know who you were. But she was so calm and looked so peaceful in your arms.

"I don't know who you are but thanks for helping her. She's especial to me"

"I know. She talks about you a lot and in his dreams you appears as his hero... So you're especial to her"

From that moment, she went to your cabin and you helped her with his sleep while Sooyoung looked at her so you didn't do something rare to her. Thanks to that he had the opportunity to know you better and he realized that you were a sweetheart.

"Why don't you leave your cabin?"

"Because people treat me as bad as they're if I go out"

How people could treat you bad? You were a little teddy bear with a heart of gold. You lived in the clouds, always daydreaming and seeing the good side of everything. How could they be mean to you?

He thought he might sorta, maybe, possibly be falling in love with you when he started dreaming about you and your beautiful smile and innocent eyes.

This is the first time in a while you go out of your cabin to be with someone. The little girl wanted to present you his family and she wanted to teach you how to use a sword.

How could you say no to her? And for that you pay the price.

A son of Ares laughed at you when he saw your lack of experience in fights. After he finished humiliating you, you storm across camp, biting back angry tears. You pause, staring blankly, the day air is hot against your skin.

Suddenly, your hear footsteps in the grass behind you.

"Here you're"

You whirl around and you find yourself facing Sooyoung.

"Are you okay? She comes to me crying saying a big guy treated you bad"

You feel your lip quiver, and before you can stop yourself, you burst into tears. Sooyoung pulls you into a comforting hug.

"Let it all out"

"I can see his nightmares, I can see all the things they're afraid of. I... I have the power to hurt them but I don't want to... I don't want to be a bad person. I understand why they're like that but they hurt me..."

Sooyoung pats your back sympathetically. After a few minutes, you finally stop hiccupping and you look at him just to get shocked.

"What happened to your hand?"

Sooyoung glances up at you. You see a bruise forming across the knuckles of his right hand.

"I'm the son of the goddess of revenge, I couldn't do anything when my little princess told me you were sad because that idiot"

"I'm sorry you had to get involved"

"There's no need to apologize" Sooyoung shrugs and smiles at you. "I'm okay"

He holds up his hand for you to see.

"See? Everything is okay"

"I..." You take a deep breath and continue. "Thank you... You're the only friend I have here"

"I can be more than a friend for you" You close your eyes, your breath heavy with anticipation. "I can be your hero... I can be your bestfriend... And I can be your boyfriend"

You lean into his touch as he softly kiss your forehead, then your jawline and your nose. Finally, he hover above your lips. You reach out and close the gap, kissing him tenderly, each new kiss more passionate than the last.

You close your eyes, and kiss him over and over, until you forget any other feeling in the world, but your lips against his.

"Did you tell your friends we're dating?"

"Yes, I have no self control and told the whole camp we're dating"

"Okay Sooyoung, no need for sarcasm"

"No, seriously, I have no self control and I told everyone we're dating"

FACE PALM.

Introduces you with his squad.

O V E R P R O T E C T I V E

Sooyoung is very clingy.

"I'll take care of you"

Loves quick and soft kisses.

Sleepovers in his cabin with you and his little princess sleeping on his chest.

You love to squeeze his chubby cheeks and he loves it to but he never would admit it.

Gives you small gifts on every date.

He prefers stay at his cabin because you're more comfortable when you're alone with him.

Really bad at flirting.

He would never fight with you and he would never let anyone hurt you.

You slept 20/7 so sometimes he stares at you for hours.

"Moments with you, that's when I want to be Cronos so I could stop time"

Very honest about his feelings and opens up about his problems and fears.

"No matter how horrible my day was, talking to you for even just one minute make everything seem perfect"

[aboundlesswombofcultivations]

t h u r s d a y    n i g h t    (w h e n    d r e a m s    c o m e    t r u e)

--- L E V   R U B I N S H T E I N

--translation of Lev Rubinshtein by Philip Metres and Tanya Tulchinsky

1

All night I was dreaming of the frontier regions of existence. Waking up, I could remember only something between water and dry land, silence and speech, sleep and waking and managed to think: "Here it is, the aesthetic of uncertainty. Here it is again..."

2

I dreamt as if someone long gone and, it seemed, completely forgotten, suddenly appeared and looked at me so attentively that I woke, my heart pounding...

3

I dreamt that I had to get up and look if she were sleeping. I woke up, and could not remember for a long time who I was thinking of. Then I remembered...

4

I dreamt that I had to hide in my shell for awhile, and then, as they say, we'll see. I woke up and thought "Well, I don't know, I don't know..."

5

I dreamt that happiness truly knew no bounds. Waking up, I thought "Well, I'll be damned..."

6

I dreamt that you only have a chance four times in life. Waking, I thought that there was surely something to this...

7

I was dreaming that the most important thing was to find the most adequate form of sympathy for each other. Then I woke up...

8

I was dreaming that the idea of a clear page is a short circuit to any consistent aesthetic experience. Then I woke up...

9

I was dreaming that one could proceed from the fact that our sense of self is a sense of self of self-created personages, existing in their own time and space. And that the starting point of such sense of self, as a matter of fact, draws us together. Then I woke up...

10

I dreamt two whole arguments in my support, but of course I could not remember them...

11

I dreamt a third argument as well. But it also remained there in the dream...

12

I dreamt of the long-awaited coming of a hero. His appearance was often gloomy, but his constant readiness to be happy was indubitable. He was impressive in his open and keen relation to reality. Waking up, I thought that there was nothing to add to this.

13

I dreamt the rare flitters of fading hopes. Neither bright, nor warm, they silently smoldered down in the windless deeps of the consciousness.

I was so used to them, my tired brain almost failed to acknowledge them, my head would no longer lift at their sight, my nostrils would no longer inflate, my pulse would no longer quicken. It seemed that nothing could break my despondent calm. It seemed that nothing forbode any change...

14

I dreamt of an ancient park with trees immersed in thought. Along its shaded alley, a lonely figure moved towards me. I noticed it from far off and almost immediately guessed who it was. But you've probably guessed as well...

15

I dreamt that they were obviously not alone there. Someone prowled in the night without a sound, like a thief. "Quiet-whispered Heinrich with his lips pursed-you didn't hear anything?" Both listened. Silence ensued again. It was as if lightning sudde nly sliced through the dark...

16

I dreamt of creaking floorboards and balding rugs of a small boarding house on the shore of Lake Bodenskoe. The weather during these days was rainy and unpleasant. The mistress of the boarding house was a good-natured and flabby woman about fifty years old. The table usually sat about ten or twelve guests. They were of different nationalities, habits, and interests. There was nothing to talk about, and lunch was stale. Boredom and despair reigned at the table.

Still, one of the guests did grab my attention. He was a young, sickly-looking Italian, always silent, who would only rarely cast around an obscure glance, as if something known only to him had momentarily awakened him from his usual stupor...

17

I dreamt of a massive gray Ministry of Navigation building. It was located just a couple steps from my old apartment. And my windows looked right out onto the same despondent square. And along my windows each morning and each night strode the faceless chain of clerks. If I could have thought then...

18

I dreamt of little Kolya's face, happy for no reason, and the concentrated faces of his family, and the impatient face of the driver, and all the other faces-relatives, acquaintances, those barely known, and those not known at all. All of them diffused in the dim consciousness of Konstantin, merged into one quickly revolving spot, and he fell, as if cut down, to the wet asphalt of an empty train platform that morning.

19

I dreamt the situation was such that if a clear and quivering voice suddenly appeared amid the inarticulate din of the crowd, it, too, would be lost in the gnashing. Those who would manage to hear it would only exchange looks, nod knowingly to each other, and that would perhaps be the end, if not for the

20

I dreamt that we all had to live by touch: here a loophole, here a fence, there a solid wall. And our life passes, from decision to doubt, from a nod to an interjection, from dream to toil...

21

I dreamt a light went out somewhere in the middle. And the voice crying out in the wilderness could no longer be heard. The warmth had dispersed, never to return. Only glass glancing at glass, fleeting, inarticulate...

22

I dreamt of a caustic smoke and my own death mask. What will we give as a momento? What will we grab at the last moment? Paradise is not for us, so we don't walk in pairs. It's so basic it's not worth explaining...

23

I dreamt my heart's pulled out from its sheath each night. What do we know? What can we do? Whoever knows, be silent...

24

I dreamt of the emptiness of the sky. We both felt lost in it. You said: "The swallow over there will remember us until we die..."

25

I dreamt we were saying goodbye on the bridge. We are tired, we'll take a rest... All nature's actions happen for a reason. No one will be delighted to receive us. Neither of us knows what will happen tomorrow, or the day after. Our final meeting. We are saying goodbye to each other on the bridge...

26

I dreamt he was buried in a grave, out of his mind. With a long flame the candle burned recklessly...

27

I dreamt he lay down on the sand forever. Who could understand the earthly bustle, if not him? That nothing is what it seems... That what's said is beyond us. And here above the earth our dear comrade soars... We'll also go the way water wouldn't flow. Where brains fall off, and shrieks, and pitch dark. We'll go as well--it's time, it's time for us to leave this home. We wanted to live, and this is what it's come to...

28

I dreamt at dawn of my balcony all twined with snow, overflowing with something crimson, and my stallion's nape marked with murderous fangs, the vengeful glare of wolves-- luminous fish sparkling, then disappearing--as they head for the woods.

Over my shoulder I heard my rifle's parting cry, a crazed laugh of a fallen animal's shriek.

My dying horse, a white steam through a wide-open door, an unending blizzard, a ski trail overgrown with snow...

29

I dreamt my scarcely breathing ship was sinking, while in the storming space I was engaged in a miraculous prayer...

30

I was dreaming of nothing much-- just numbness and endurance. Let's hide our beaks in our plumage at this crossroads of winds. We know how much this is worth, and that too. But who'll be in charge of our stage, when we take up the pilgrim's staff and bag? And how do we proceed in such mist, not for an hour, not for a day, but for a thousand years-- our contempt stuck in our pocket, tet a tet with the cold wind?

31

I dreamt as if they were running--my remaining days, looming ahead, while I was left behind. The quiver of six transparent wings revealed myself to me, and I woke up...

32

I was dreaming he was right here, sitting on my bed. He was here, clear as day, and yet he wasn't here. Who knows better than him that all has changed, and there's no place for hope or an unbiased mind.

The quiver of six transparent wings revealed myself to me, and I woke up...

33

I was dreaming at dawn of a half-demon, half-corpse staring with its many eyes out of a gilded frame. He said: "Don't wait in vain--a miracle won't happen. If you have a place to run to, then get out of here." He said: "Follow me, I'll show you the way." With a heavy head I woke up...

34

I was dreaming of a balance of paper, a memory gone to sleep. Lulled by the song of dripping moisture I let slip another spring. My tongue was nursing the stingy definition of life's meaning. But then long ray fell on my blanket, and I woke up...

35

I was dreaming that dreams bring relief, yet take something from you forever. And then I woke up...

36

I dreamt of a phrase: "my Deep Throat muse."

After I woke up, I lay with my eyes open for a long time...

37

I dreamt that retelling dreams you don't remember is a kind of occupation.

Waking up, I thought, "why not?"

38

I dreamt that I didn't care who cried because of which onion. Waking up, I thought, "I don't care."

39

I dreamt that if "today's Thursday" is said on Thursday, then it means that today is Thursday. If "today's Thursday" is said on Friday, then it's either or lie or a mistake, or something else.

Waking up, I thought that, really, what is said is as important as when it is said...

40

I dreamt as if we were sitting here and doing the same thing that we're doing now. Waking up, I thought that there really was nothing unusual about this...

41

I dreamt an uncountable number of various possibilities.

Waking up, I tried for a long time to remember something, anything...

42

On the very brink between dream and waking, I dreamt what whatever exists, does indeed exist.

Waking up, I thought: "That's how it should be..."