#szn4

[projectblaque]

day 31

[ghostiewriter]

i feel like some ppl r getting overly worried abt jiara for szn4 like it’s okay itll be fine.. i think.

anyways have u seen the bts content? like rafe with the pogues. i can’t wait to see the dynamic, i think they’re going to give rafe some character development but not make him a good guy, he’ll help the pogues a bit i think. also cannot wait to see what happens between rafe and jj - also he threatened kiara after she left him stranded. overprotective jj??👀

i would KILL for some protective jj with the rafe drama!! it feels like the perfect opportunity to do the callback to the midsummer episode when jj is all fine to back away from a fight he knows he is going to lose until kiara is brought up🫠

[identityflawed]

dawg am i missing something or does supernatural have a nasty pattern of making aggressive and intentionally dislikeable characters black 😭

like bro… gordon uriel jake talley that one guy from s3e1… i’m only halfway thru szn4 n maybe i’m looking too deep into it ☹️

[peterthepark]

i can’t stand that Caleb and Eduardo (idk if spelt his name right) get so much hate like Caleb is so amazing at doing lucas and i feel like the fandom overlooks it so much like the sence where he was calling for erica had me on the floor in tears like i can’t even he deserves everything in the word and argyle is funny and we needed him in szn4 like??? and on top of that people say that there the least good looking like WHAT IF I SAW THEM ID BE CRYING ON THE FLOOR DEAD but every in the cast is good looking (some ppl it’s preference others it’s not) idk maybe i’m reading to much into this but they deserve better.

-🦭

caleb has always delivered in the show, but s4 really showed a lot of how great of an actor he truly is!!!!!! it breaks my heart that he isn’t receiving (or at least publicly, in terms of awards and media and whatever) the same traction as his co-stars. like no offense to any of the other actors, everyone did great this season but if you ask me who had the most emotional, memorable performance it would be CALEB!!!! no hesitation. i think the lucas scenes with max and eddie’s yk what scene are the only two parts of that finale that really had me turning in my grave.

eduardo is also very much underrated. love him. i wish they could do more with his character than use him as comedic relief but alas… back to the token funny poc character trope 🤷‍♀️

[ghoulsonline]

What is going ON?!

[weatherwithyou]

do u guys have emotional support tv episodes or are u normal

[dwaekkiiracha]

I l o v e that B99 referenced The Baby-Sitter’s Club! It made 4th grade Erica so happy!

[1-800-iluvhockey]

the highly anticipated part two to the actress x luke hughes insta edit which skyrocketed my insta edit making career on my blog!! these have came so far since I started (on part one!)

part one

(all photos are not mine & the storyline is fiction)

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yourusername - every ending has a beginning

vol 1 may 27

vol 2 july 1

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↳ lhughes_06 - I better be, because you’re stuck with me star 💛

umichhockey - 🤩🤩

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[londonrih]

I’ll take that as a yes, chenford endgame szn4

[nails-teeth-neck]

bro just turned to me like "do you wanna watch 4x01 again" bro.... we're not even halfway through szn4 you WILL see castiel again

[projectblaque]

day 30

[ghostiewriter]

like the previous anon i have a bunch of theories id like to share before szn3 🤗🤗

-john b will find his dad but he won’t be like he remembered (he will have changed, become ruthless for the gold)

-big john wants the gold just for himself and john b

-big john made a deal with limbrey because only he knows where the shroud is but in order for limbrey to get the shroud she needs to help john b

-there will be some sort of deal where kiara is first taken by rafe and ward and then exchanged later on for something else

-or kiara is accidentally taken, like ward hires someone to go get his daughter but he didn’t specify so he ends up taking kiara

-the plane that kiara is taken in crashes down (in the trailer) but she doesn’t get away and rafe sort of saves her but not with the right intention (he saves her to have leverage for later on)

-sofia will be kind of apart of the pogues but then later on betray them and tell all their plans to rafe

-i feel like sofia might try to get w or kind of flirt with jj at first (it would create some interesting plot lines aka jealous kie!!) but jj isn’t interested OBVIOUSLY

-at the end of szn3 john b will have to pick between the pogues or his dad leaving us with another cliffhanger

-in szn4 john b will ultimately choose his friends and big john or ward will die for real this time

I AGREE WITH MOST OF THESE BUT HERE IS THE REAL QUESTION FOR SEASON THREE

which parental figure will die this season and actually stay dead?🤡

also i wont say no to the jealous!kie prompt as long as it doesnt like take over the whole season, like if it was for a scene in one episode and he kinda teases her about it👀👀👀👀GIMME GIMME GIMME

[squicksquak]

soooo is that chp306 foreshadowing or am i a fool

("there are those called heros from days of the vigilantes to the present")

(szn4 ep 19)

[unicornlovedust]

Can we talk about Finan always leaning down to meet Eadith's eyeline??

*bonus: falling all the way down from the tree to make eye-contact lol

5 stars to mark rowely for making this character choice he's such a great actor

[avocaguk]

—Where does your love lie?

PAIRING HISTORIA REISS X GN READER

GENRE fluff <3, hint of angst (just a lil sprinkle i promise), me trying to cope from szn4 if you squint

WARNING very slight s4 mentions!

requested by: anon!

↦ You show Historia your love through the (attempted) task of braiding your daughter's hair.

Early mornings, much like this one, have always conflicted Historia Reiss' full head of molten-blonde hair with whispering thoughts. It starts with a bittersweet feeling that freezes her fingertips, and just like an itch she can’t get rid of, it melts into a river of uneasiness that spreads with a deadly warmth; the kind that fills your ribs with pressure, every intake of air crushing her chest with the same pulsing aches the heart is desperately trying to conceal.

The roseate sun kisses the horizon, waiting patiently for the world to wake up as it's gentle rays cover everything in gold, including Historia's doll-like porcelain complexion. She finds the intense warmth quite pleasant. Every once in a while, the dawn that accompanies the changing skies gifts the sunrise with a cool breeze, tickling the tip of her nose when strands of her hair flow by.

However, the beauty of the faun and flora awakening from slumber isn't enough to keep her thundering thoughts at bay.

Historia props both of her legs up towards her chest. She lazily rests her chin atop her knees and heaves a heavy sigh.

"Come home," she mumbles, unenthusiastically blowing the daffodil in front of her. "Please, let them come home."

Her eyes glaze over the array of colours buzzing alive in the scene before her: Rolling green hills covered in beautiful flowers that seem to never end, sturdy mountains in the distance casting a slight frost into the summer air and the line of green trees reaching out into the horizon to meet the dazzling water. For a place full of pain and betrayal, the land they live upon seemed to be a sight holding nothing but freedom.

With a gentle hand placed over her heart, Historia thinks about her friends— her family, that travel days away from the other side of the ocean. She thinks about their training days, each of the cadets holding young hopeful eyes yearning to learn the wonders of the world.

Of the world outside the walls, that is.

She thinks about how the flower-ridden field she lays in used to be the dream Eren and Armin would constantly babble over, a forgiving love filling their hearts before the pain of growing up extinguished the light in their eyes.

Historia figures that Armin, whether it be the grown man now or the lost boy back then, would be delighted to see a sight like this. To bask in fields of green with the sun caressing sweet kisses on your skin, much like the comfort a mother would bring to a child. He never got the chance, however. Instead, they spent a handful of years conditioning their hearts into steel, and while they fought day after day, Historia spent each waking morning bearing the burden of wearing the crown.

It's been a long four years. The scouts have made remarkable advancements for Paradis' technology, and now the ones she suffered with throughout her adolescence fight another battle in a faraway land, Marley. She wonders if they'll come home with smaller numbers than they left with, or if they'll even come home at all.

The idea brings a bitter taste in her mouth.

Historia pushes the thought away.

She gently stands up to dust off her light brown skirt, pressing her lips together into a struggling grin, deciding that endlessly worrying would not change anything. Instead, she sighs deeply and puts a soft smile on her face.

The birds chirp charmingly, and that's when Historia knows it's time for breakfast.

Merchants and nobles alike endlessly fawn over the luxury of living inside the castle, the marvellous pillars of marble casting an envy on the mundane as the building is tucked away within the walls of the capital. 

The Queen herself finds it quite beautiful, but there’s a certain sense of familial simplicity that the stone cottage just outside Wall Maria enchants upon Historia.

She’s always preferred places like this-- a home like this, rather than the massive hallways that fill the castle. They squirm with servants and guards in every corner, but they feel as lonely as the winter that cools the iron framing. 

The worn-out pebbles that weave a path towards your shared cottage is a sight that Historia knows all the well. A gentle chuckle bubbles in her chest while a small grin pulls the corners of her mouth, the basket filled with flowers bobbing left to right on her arm once she walks a bit faster. She feels the freedom of wearing ordinary clothes, grass tickling her ankles instead of the royal shoes that also happen to be a royal pain in the ass, and the sweetness of wind running through her hair rather than the constricted feeling of having it slicked back. 

Here, Historia feels free of any weight on her shoulders. 

Here, she feels the same as she did when she finally introduced herself as Historia Reiss to the scouts she learned to call family. 

She didn’t need to be the Queen in the meadows outside the walls. She only needed to be another person living here, existing here, breathing here. Just another person bearing the title of a mother, a friend and a lover.

Historia reaches to turn the doorknob, however she finds that it’s already opened as it creaks slowly. The smell of freshly baked bread basks in the air, and the crackle of the firewood tickles her ears. Her mug of coffee remains untouched on the wooden table, and all the chairs haven’t seemed to be moved. The floorboards croak lowly as she shuts the door behind her, a gentle hum accompanying the thud that sounds once Historia sets the flower basket down. 

“I’m home!” She calls out, opening the curtains to let the sunlight stream in. Historia skillfully takes the bread out of the furnace and places it next to the eggs. “Breakfast is ready, my loves.” 

She expects to hear the usual footsteps tapping across the floor, small giggles of excitement breaking the silence of early mornings once you and your daughter prepare to wreak havoc on the day. However, it doesn’t come today. 

You should have been awake by now, Historia thinks. Ymir, Historia’s daughter, has never been much of an early bird either, but the both of you have always been awake to greet the bubbly blonde returning from her morning trips. Now that it comes to mind, Historia comes to notice that she hasn’t seen the pairing around these days. She figures you’ve been off to your daily shenanigans, but even then you’d make a grand appearance just to bug her for the fun of it. 

“The eggs are going to get cold!” Historia sings teasingly, attempting to lure you two out from wherever you and Ymir were scheming from. A pout is Historia’s response to the silence she gets as an answer. Sighing curiously, she heads off to the hallway. 

Historia sneakily peeks her head into the two main rooms, expecting a certain four-year-old to pop up and scare her, but to no avail, they’re just as empty as they sounded to be. Historia nearly decides to check the flower fields just outside the cottage, though her steps are hastily redirected once she sees the familiar candle light shining through the crack of the last door down the hallway. 

She grins and quickens her cautious steps. You always forget to blow the candle out in the morning, so the room Historia skips towards is her best bet at finding the person--and toddler-- that warm her heart.

The young woman is ready to burst through the door, a playful shout waiting at the tip of her tongue, though she abruptly stops in her tracks at the sound of hushed whispers. With light feet, Historia places her hand on the door as she stares in from the slight opening. 

“Can you please go any faster? I think my hair is going to fall out!” Ymir whines as she sits with her legs criss-crossed on the wooden floor. “I promise it’ll look nice, I just know it!” 

Historia slightly pushes the door wider to get a better peak, and she finds you sitting at the edge of the bed with Ymir snuggled in the space between your lap. 

“Stay still, Ymir,” You sigh hopelessly, “you know your mother does it better.”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, you know. I’m sure mama would like it, cause she likes you so that means she has to like it, right?” Ymir groans sassily, dramatically swaying her body as your hands tag along, clumsily gripping the three strands of hair slipping between your fingers. 

“Mama always tells me to ask for help when I need to, so why don’t ya ask her? I think your braids are turning my hair into knots.” Ymir pouts. 

A slight frown appears on your face after your daughter’s snarky comment, but you can’t deny the light laugh that follows afterwards. “I just thought it’d be nice to do your hair, sweetheart.” Your fingers take turns intertwining the strands of hair into a pattern, “Besides, I think I’m getting better.”

Ymir grumbles lowly and throws her small hands in the air, “You’ve been saying that for three days now!” 

Historia bites her lip to prevent a laugh slipping out, warmth shining in her eyes as she thinks about the two of you sneaking off to practice doing a simple braid. 

The progress you had with Ymir’s requested hair-do quickly disappears (along with your hopes) once her hair slips out of your fingers, the poor excuse of a braid you’ve made effortlessly spiralling back to where you started. “Alright, Ymir, you win,” you shake your head and giggle, “I think it’s time to ask your mother for some help.” 

Ymir smirks triumphantly, rising up to kiss you on the cheek. “I still think it’s nice of you to try. Maybe I can practice on you one day!” 

Historia thinks that’s her cue to join in. She enters the room with an innocent giggle. “Now, what have you two been up to?” She crosses her arms across her chest as you quickly shoot up from the bed.

“Y-Ymir was just telling me a story, Historia,” You stutter, a hand snaking up to rub your nape. A light blush flushes the apples of your cheeks, “--and good morning, love.”

“No I wasn’t, you liar!” Ymir interjects, wiggling her eyebrows while pointing to her ruffled scalp, “Mama, don’t you see this braid! It’s nice, isn’t it?” 

You and Historia blankly stare at the lump of twisted hair sitting atop Ymir’s head, her shining eyes waiting to get a reaction out of the shorter blonde. 

Historia looks back at you, pride filling her chest despite the embarrassment that splatters across your cringing face. She smiles brightly at Ymir. “It’s lovely, dear. How about I finish the other side?”

Ymir nods excitedly and plops herself down in the same spot. Historia stands over the both of you, her arms sneaking over your shoulders as her strands of her golden hair brush against you. A familiar tune fills the air, Historia humming sweetly as her hands get to work. You watch her fingers skillfully pull your daughter’s hair into a beautiful braid, smiling softly at the manner in which your morning started. 

You never fail to notice the flowery, fresh scent that wafts in the air because of Historia, or the warmth her small frame emits. As Historia finishes up the braid, you think of all the ways Historia looks after family and friends alike.

Where does your love lie? You wonder as you tilt your head back to look at her ocean blue eyes. 

Ymir and Historia’s giggles fade into the background once you find your answer. 

In her fingertips, you figure, her love lies in her fingertips.

Historia’s love lies in her fingertips, from the way her warmth and care flows out from her hands to twist Ymir’s hair into a stunning pattern, to the way it feels when her fingers brush your cheek. You figure her love pulses from the palm of her hands, a silent affection engraved in the flowers she picks or the food she cooks. 

You think of how the scouts felt, knowing it was Historia’s hand who reached out to help whenever trouble awaited. The amount of wounds that have been tended to, or the simple act of holding another in her arms to show all the love that couldn’t be said. You realize the way in which her love doesn’t stop there, knowing that it flows from her fingertips all the way to the core of her being. 

Historia loves entirely, freely, without shame. You’ve come to learn that the first place it comes to show is in her hands. 

“Are you alright, love?” She asks, petting your head softly once you realize you spaced out. 

“Better than I could ever be.” You smile.

The sight of the sunlight shining upon her is something you’ll engrave into your memory. Historia giggles as she pulls both of you in for a warm hug.

She decides that she has no problem waiting for the scouts to return as long as you two are here. 

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ahhh so sorry this took longer than expected! anyway, thank u for checking this piece out and i hope it brough sum sunshine especially after the latest episodes recently <3

[amir-ig]

i just fucking stoped crying about aot szn4 manga, and now i see all this shit about chapter 139. i really cant be happy huh

-eren kinnie

i just need them all to smile again