daniel sousa looks at daisy johnson like he can’t quite believe his eyes. like what’s in front of him is too good to be true. like she’s the only person on planet earth. like he’s staring at an eclipse, unable to look away. like he’s fighting some cognitive dissonance, knowing who she is, trying to understand her, and seeing every part of her at the same time.
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The new webtoon cover is making me go feral in a way I cannot easily explain but the difference between the old cover and the new cover is so so apparent!
In the old cover, you could see how they still seemed.. strangers towards each other. Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk's backs used to face each other and Yoo Joonghyuk's face was mostly hidden meanwhile kim dokja had a wondering expression on his face. Yoo Joonghyuk didn't trust kim dokja at that point and to Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk was someone who was the protagonist. He saved his life and he doesn't know about it. Yoo Joonghyuk, still deeply buried in his regression depression at the beginning of the scenario and Kim Dokja, an anomaly in yoo joonghyuk's 'third' regression.
But now!!! In the new cover!!! They are standing side by side your honor!!! Kim Dokja seems more mature as after spending time with his companions, his thinking has drastically changed from the beginning!!! Yoo Joonghyuk is now showing his face and to some extent, it feels as though a circle of trust has definitely surrounded them. They aren't standing against each other's backs but rather standing side by side in a manner where both of them can be seen trying to protect each other in this stance! They are more relaxed around each other and while the bond between them is not as strong as it gets later in the novel, you can still see that they are comfortable around each other! Yoo Joonghyuk isn't just a 'novel' character or a protagonist anymore, he's kim dokja's life and death companion.
IN CONCLUSION, THEY ARE LIFE AND DEATH COMPANIONS *screeches incoherently* MY BABYGIRLS
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❝Ah... dear Ser Desmond...? Are you sure that you're faring well?❞ Helaena's voice pipes up softly and quietly as she struggles to stand on her two feet after not having eaten for a day and borderline staggering as she does so, her long moonglow tresses cascading down her shoulderblades in a disheveled tangled mess. Her throat hurts just from speaking with how much she'd been screaming in the last two days and the funeral pyre for Prince Jaehaerys hadn't made it any easier, either. Dreamfyre had finally brought him peace and she'd sewn Jaehaerys' funeral shroud herself to keep her son warm and comforted in the coldness of death to accompany him. That was the only thing she could do for him now. The coolness of her moon earrings against the flesh of her neck, the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes once more and the way @sevynhells falls to his knees brought her back from her reverie. This castle reeked of death and dripping blood still even days afterward to her horror. The Red Keep had always thirsted for blood and tears from its creation.
With a clank of armor, Ser Desmond Jordayne was on his knees, and it dawned on her that he was crying. Her heart sank into her chest and into the depths of her guts. Oh, my sweet, bold knight, my rock, my sworn shield, please do not blame yourself, she wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come, no matter how much she willed them to. He'd left his homeland in the Tor, crossed the deserts of Dorne to serve her. Placed himself at great risk and facing prejudice in the eyes of the rest of the Seven Kingdoms because he was Dornish. Like Criston Cole who served her mother Queen Alicent Hightower, he served her well, and more than that, she was fond of him, too. He devoted himself to her in a way she'd never seen with her father and mother, always making sure she never felt unwanted or unappreciated around him, always laughing at her jokes, even if she missed the punchline or got it wrong, never making her feel like a madwoman when she spoke of dreams and prophecies and tried his best to understand her when most didn't, always seeking her out like a moth to the flame, for there was not a single place in all of the seven kingdoms or perhaps even beyond that he would not follow her and track her down like a bloodhound nor a place where she could hide where he would not find, something like a gentle dog always at the ready to snap at any given moment at her order if her life was in danger. Helaena prayed for someone like him to come around and the gods gave her him. Honestly, it genuinely felt like that was one of his great reasons for living and he'd told her so himself once to the point where her sworn sword had gained Aegon's jealousy. What happened that night had gained Vaenna's ire, as well, but Hel didn't blame him. Her lower lip trembles, tears streaking down her soft cheeks as she watched him cry and beg for her forgiveness, before leaning forward to place her hands on his face.
❝「Wait.」❞ Helaena signs shakily with her free hand, her thumb brushing her sworn shield's cheek affectionately in the hopes of bringing some comfort, before dragging herself with the minimal strength she had after not eating and grasping the intricate vase with flowers she's arranged for her sworn sword, each flower with a different meaning, and placing it near him: acacia blossom, adonis, allspice, aloe, ambrosia, astilbe, garden anemone, arbor vitae, asphodel, azalea, baby's breath, small white bellflowers, birdsfoot trefoil, black rose, white catchfly, pink camellia, striped carnation, chestnut tree, chickweed, dead leaves, double yitish aster, meadow saffron, coltsfoot, red colombine, currant, cypress, dragonwort, reach honeysuckle, helenium, heliotrope, dornish jasmine, jonquil, lady's seal, milkvetch, monkshead, morning glory, pine, purple hyacinth, spearmint, moss rosebud, viscaria, creeping willow, weeping willow, winter daphne, wormwood, and yew.
Tearing away paper from her desk, Helaena takes a quill, dips in ink, and begins to write, her hand movements swift and angry as hot tears spilled down her cheeks. None of this was ever your fault, ser. Those evil men still slaughtered my guards, there was nothing you could've possibly done differently. Helaena's handwriting under such pretenses was in large cursive and hastily written as she reveals her piece of parchment to her sworn sword and places it in his hands. After all, how could anyone know that those beasts would infiltrate the castle? The Queen may have received visions and dreams, but it was difficult to discern someone's movements, let alone more than one person based solely on her dreams alone. Right then, Helaena found the will to speak despite her pain, whispering, ❝There is only one man to blame and that is Daemon Targaryen.❞
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josh and donna’s first meeting is CRAZY like he was literally in love with her from that very first meeting oh my god oh my god
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