#the vulnerability

[itsdeelove]

touching each other’s wounds/scars

[threadcountart]

Imogen and Laudna admitting their temptations with Delilah and Ruidus to each other was more romantic than either of the kisses to me

[captaindamianos]

When people reuse the 'Am I such a poorer prospect than a Patran princess, or a daughter of the Empire?' quote in fanfics

[beeg-bark]

Sword fighting to the death with someone and they knock your blade out of your hand, placing their blade beneath your chin as they tilt your head up so you’re forced to look them in the eyes. They hold your life in their hands, and they watch your body react to that information, your quick shallow breaths, your eyes full of fear, they hold so much power over you and they know it, uhhhh umghhhh

[bechloesupercorp]

after this post, all I can think abt is another scenario, eerily similar, but avatrice survives.

for most of the time at least.

ava, crawling to a severely injured bea after a long fight, begging for her to stick around, just a little longer. they'll fix it bea, they'll fix it, jillian's on her way, just hang on.

but it's over.

ava clutching bea's hand with all her might, trying to rub it warm. it's cold. and limp. no, beatrice was always solid and steady. is.

begging, and begging, and begging, until ava can't hear anything but the mantra in her ears.

god, it's so cold. beatrice had always run cold, under layer after layer, sweatshirts and button downs.

but this was a different type of cold. it was empty. like it had never been warm and would never be warm again. but bea was anything but that, soft and gooey under a chilled exterior, built after years and years of pain and suffering. beatrice had never been empty, but an enigma, a labyrinth within labyrinths and ava had finally gotten through.

please bea.

then rough hands pushing ava aside as they scrambled to save bea. ava, still slumped on the ground, watching as they take her away, limp hand dangling over the stretcher. ava can still feel the ice running through her bones.

--- --- ---

she's alive, ava reminds herself. that's all that matters as she sits beside bea's hospital bed, cradling her hand. it's warm. ava holds it tighter, with a semblance of peace. she closes her eyes, pressing a kiss to the back of bea's hand -- a promise, a prayer, a wish -- when it turns to cradle her face.

[mountain-in-springtime]

ik i just posted this song but like. do y’all even get it

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

something about the causal intimacy of non sexual nudity/physical contact is very special to me

[party-hearses]

are you KIDDING the HAIR the THROAT jesus christ. it is not an exaggeration when I say I stared at this for a full 10 minutes. 😵‍💫

[ringhoarder]

Kanej linking pinkie fingers is something that can be so personal

[beechovenwhump]

Who here thinks doing an episode where they make a character dumb for the day counts as whump

[givingmeyourweekends]

I know as a swiftie we dreamt about Taylor doing things like atw 10, or collabs with our faves, but I think I speak for all of us when I say we didn't imagine it would actually happen. I think this has sorta exceeded any kinda daydream...

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[glitter-stained]

Random goon: Hey boss, were you the one to pick that name as an alias? And why this one?

Red Hood : I used to have another name, before... A long time ago. But that person is dead now. I get to choose for myself now, they can't take that from me. I won't let them.

Goon: Huh.

***

Random Goon: Say boss, why do you never take off your shirt in front of us?

Red Hood: Well uh, I actually have that really fucked scar on my chest and I'm not comfortable with...

Random Goon: Don't worry boss, we get it, you don't have to explain yourself to us.

***

Red Hood, high on some toxin: God, I wish my family...

Random Goon (on boss-sitting duty): why not try reaching out to them?

Red Hood: They would never accept me as I am now... They wouldn't agree with my so-called "life choices". Besides, they don't miss me, they miss the person they think I used to be... I wasn't even a man when I last saw them.

Random Goon: Damn boss, that sucks.

***

And then the goons throw the Red Hood a party on trans visibility day and Jason is so confused he straight up cries.

[lordandladywhistledown]

You can tell by the reaction people have to Penelope asking Colin to kiss her whether they ever experienced being a wallflower/insecure fat girl at a party or not.

Because you say it's pathetic, I say it's relatable, no matter how desperate it may sound. If you've never had your insecurity eat you up from the inside (but also the outside, as Portia literally told Penelope that she was delusional for thinking she was gonna find a husband in her third season out) to the point you genuinely, wholeheartedly believe no one will ever love you unless you physically change, then obviously the scene is off to you.

But Pen literally told Colin she felt stupid for thinking she's gonna find a husband (she just started believing what the ton and her mother said) and that she knows no one would want to kiss her. And for a romance girl like her, do you think the thought of never having a kiss, never experiencing that passion, would be easy to bear? I can so relate to being the most romantic of the bunch but also being the loneliest and aching for physical and emotional romantic love.

She is so vulnerable and so real in that moment but y'all gotta bitch about it because it doesn't make sense to you. It doesn't make sense to me either because she's gorgeous, but that's the thing - no one ever told her she's gorgeous and actually meant it. And even if they did, there must be 10 more people who didn't that keep that insecurity in her, specifically her sisters and her mother.

Nicola said this one was for the wallflowers, and it truly is, so if you find scenes like this cringe, you just don't relate to the character enough to feel it and recall moments when you had the same thoughts as her.

[leonardospoetry]

Feeling too much can hurt sometimes, but one day you grow and realize that your heart was never really broken. It was just wide open.

[buttdumplin]

yeah simon is the one to scare people away when they get too close you, using his size and movement to intimidate, simultaneously shielding you behind him

yeah soap is the one barking loud, creating a spectacle and calling people out, and warning them away

yeah kyle is the one humiliating people, mocking offenders until either their own actions dawn on them or they finally recognize the venom in his eyes

but price is the one that launches into swinging. there is no warning, no hesitation. taking a step, even a single word against you, warrants immediate action in his mind. it's no laughing fucking matter. you are a top fucking prize, his prize, the best the world has to offer. john is rabid in his protection, bearing tooth and boot and claw and fist. there’s no point in talking to him or trying to negotiate, an offense is an offense and he won’t meet it halfway. someone looks at you the wrong way? they won't be able to see out of swollen eyes after headbutts them, crushing their nose. someone whispers something nasty about you? good luck even eating with that jaw wired shut. god forbid someone touches you, the other three boys can barely hold him back. john will break countless bones in every way he knows and beat his knuckles bloody if your smile starts to drop.