#GOD I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS

[tseecka]

I am having painful late night thoughts about the desperation with which Jayce works to find a solution to Viktor's pain. The scrabbling madness, sleepless nights, insomnia and nightmares, racing thoughts as he desperately seeks into every dark corner for some solution not yet explored, discovered, considered.

The patient, exhausted way Viktor has to keep telling him to leave it; to not spend his time on this, to dedicate his attention to less selfish pursuits. The way he hates how Jayce takes his pain and makes it about himself. The way he has to make a choice every day, whether to force himself to hide the pain so he doesn't have to bear the brunt of Jayce's guilt, or be honest about it and suffer the way his partner acts like every sigh is a sign that he isn't doting enough, every gasp is an admonishment against Jayce's ability to find a solution that has so far escaped every medical professional he has seen.

The way Jayce learns to hide his own pain--biting into his hand, into the fleshy part between his thumb and forefinger--as he huddles, crouched, in the bathroom with his back to the door, breathing through his panic and grief at the way Viktor's entire body seized one day he moved just a little too wrong. The way he fights to unburden Viktor from his guilt and his desperation to Make It Better, shoves it all down into a box--his reaction to every hiss and groan, every moment he noticed how stiffly or slowly Viktor moves--so that it can erupts into hiccuping, choking sobs when he is finally alone in his apartment and can let himself drown under his helplessness and fear.

Viktor's anger when he finds out how much Jayce has been hiding from him. Jayce's fear of Viktor's anger if he can't keep his own feelings out of the picture and under control. The loneliness Jayce feels when everyone else abandons Viktor to his fate and he is left alone to keep trying to find a solution. The exhaustion taking its toll as he tries to support Viktor, alone, with no one supporting him, because he is so fearful of taking up any oxygen when it should all be going to Viktor, "your own mask first" be damned.

Jayce and Viktor, each slowly eroding, two stars in decaying orbits, tugging at one another with their gravity but ultimately unable to pull the other from the depths of their individual black holes.

[infinityinakiss]

there's too many things to say about the loki series finale, and i still need to cry on the floor for a bit, but i thought i would start with this: it was glorious. it truly was.

[hopeful-hellion]

Getting emotional for a second here but the relationship between Alastor and Jackie if fully realizes makes me feel SO MANY THINGS LIKE

~You have the big, scary demon overlord that needs to be seen as that and only that at all times forever to keep himself safe from others and his own ego death. Someone that is super picky about people he'll get close to and even then refuses to let his emotional walls down with 3/4ths of the time! He needs to be powerful, he needs to perform that way at all times. He needs people to take him like that and will socially and emotionally starve himself to do so

~And then you have the small, often perceived as naive and helpless little rabbit with total emotionally vulnerability, a bleeding heart to others with steadfast loyalty who is more than happy to cast themselves under the tracks if it means helping others. And like, they are so different and they view things so differently but he cares about him SO much. He's always worried over him because they used to be in a place where they cut off all connections, kept people at arm's lengths, broke down silently by themselves like, looking at Alastor they see a person they have been

~And because of that they will never truly stop worrying or caring about him? They just can't? They can't stop themselves from helping anyone that has hurt the way he has. The idea of going nothing is genuinely unbearable to him? So he's trying to show how trustworthy he is at every opportunity! Being super aware of the other boundaries, trying not to set him off or contribute to whatever dam he's holding back in there

~And it's just SO funny cause all of that care and heart is probably a thing that Alastor hates about them? Something that pushes him away from them, even?

~But it's their nature. They can't stand watching people hurt without doing something. Do even if Alastor were to hurt them super deeply. Like, can't take it back kind of way, they would STILL offer to be that emotional support for him. They won't let him explode all alone. Even if it hurts. Even if it burns them to be close they just...

[somewhereincairparavel]

"jason is a knockoff watered down percy" NO hear me out, jason actually parallels annabeth immensely, sharing SO many similarities with her personality, not percy, in this essay I will-

edit: my full analysis is out now! here

[rookanisstuff]

The Dellamortes

[gallusgalluss]

Take a good look at yourself!

[cthulhum]

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

[shouyuus]

the first time college roommate!vi sees you in one of her shirts, she loses her mind just a little bit, bc it's a sunday morning, and she walks into the living room to find you there, one of her big graphic shirts hanging off your shoulders, a book perched against an empty bottle of peach svedka from god knows when, munching through a bowl of overnight oats.

"is... that mine?"

you jump to your feet, blushing something fierce as you tug at the hem of the shirt, pursing your lips; vi's stomach flips; there's a flake of oatmeal at the corner of your lip that she wants so badly to reach out and wipe for you --

"sorry! it's just -- i forgot to do laundry yesterday, and i think one of your shirts got mixed up with my clothes in the last batch so i just --" you fidget with your own fingers, cheeks blazing as you stare down at her shirt hanging off your frame.

"no, no!" vi says, clearing her throat as she tries to focus on anything other than the way your thighs peak out from beneath the hem of the shirt. how she can catch a glimpse of your collarbone when the wide necklines shifts this way and that. "it's fine! you -- it looks good on you, cupcake."

you chew on your lips, tugging at the hem. "t-thanks but -- i'll wash it again before giving it back --"

"you don't have to --" vi says, a bit too quickly, and you look up, your eyes wide. she swears inwardly, clenching her fists. "i mean -- i've got a million shirts like it so you -- you keep that one."

she makes a brave attempt at her usual, easy smirk, shrugging up a shoulder as she looks you over one more time.

"it looks good on you."

and she thinks she's got it -- thinks she's finally gotten back to ground zero, maybe even gotten a bit of the upper hand here. it used to be so easy to make you blush, back when you both first moved in, just a few carefully aimed words here or there, a teasing smirk, and you'd be turning pink enough to match her hair. but it's been harder lately, and vi doesn't really know why (or rather, she doesn't want to think about it too hard, lest she really drive herself crazy with the thought of you), but she's glad that she's still got it in her.

even if it does take everything inside her not to be blushing herself.

"thanks..." you swallow, rubbing your fingers into the soft, worn in material, "i like it cause... it kinda smells like you."

vi thanks every single deity she can think of the name for that she's leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom because if she hadn't, she's sure you would've just taken her out.

and later, after she's made up some ass excuse and said that she's gotta go to the gym for a mid-morning workout (she doesn't actually, but the thought of spending more time with you in that apartment with you prancing around in one of her shirts had her nearly catatonic), she buries her face in her hands, sitting in the gym lockers, her heart thumping a mile a minute, your voice caught like a record on loop in her head as she feels her entire body flush a deep, prickling crimson --

i like it cause... it kinda smells like you.

sweet lord she is so, so fucked.

[yaolmao]

☆ I am a star, you lose ☆

[catgirljaneway]

I deeply dislike the voyager fandom trope where Kathryn is everyone's mom and Chakotay is the dad. (I love found family, I hate "nuclearized" found family) That woman is NOT everyone's mother. She is however Harry's mother. Which is even funnier because from what we know, Harry seems to have a perfectly healthy and good relationship with his actual mom. He did NOT need to be adopted by an insane middle-aged woman but BOOM now he's got mommy issues and it's literally his boss.

[hildryn]

'Calliope, my daughter... You have a brother now...'

[slavhew]

She's like a daughter to me.

A very dangerous daughter trained in multiple combat techniques you try not to piss off.

[chiliger]

No, no, don’t look away. This is you now. You did this.

[herzspalter]

The two flavours of DriftPercy, combined into one <3

The first charm design for TFN 2024 is ready! I've been dreaming of making a DriftPercy charm for years and finally got around it!! I hope you like it!

[petricorah]

scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]

[theshamblewithsybles]

YOU think they have a beautiful bromance I think they are approximately .5 seconds away from fucking raw on national television. We are not the same.