#IM GONNA BE SICK

[dreadfuldevotee]

relapsed. relapsed. relapsed. the loumand/claudeleine bar scene is so fucking diabolical because what do you mean they're all sitting around smiling and laughing, talking about their blossoming lives together. What do you mean Cladeleine are growing flowers out of their victims remains. That Claudia has finally found the peace she deserves to go and let life and love carry her without fear. What do you mean Madeleine puts in plain words that Louis is in love with Armand, that she can feel it through him and subsequently, Armand's wondering if he does. Armand turning to smile at him, giving a gorgeous little laugh before kissing Louis cheek and standing from the table. "Why don't you want him to know how much you love him?" "he knows" as the joy slides off Armand's face and he steps out of the warmth he has forsaken.

[nicholasnelsons]

we should move this to the COUCH. the COUCH

[clowndookie]

VIKTOR GAVE THE GEMSTONE TO BABY JAYCE AND SAVED HIS LIFE

and after jayce left it next to his note when he was about to jump viktor gave it back to him AGAIN

AND AT THE END JAYCE GAVE THE GEMSTONE BACK TO VIKTOR!!!

[pearlusha]

BOOM STAARSS EVERYWHERE!!

@goodomensonprime @neil-gaiman

[itssofuckingover]

Remember how, when 12 was dying, his entire life flashed before his eyes? Rose, Martha, Jack, Donna, Sarah Jane, Amy, Clara, River, all saying his name…and then… Missy! and Thats who he wakes up for? Yeah? Yeah…

[eddiediazismyhusband]

no one speak to me

[sunflowernovak]

they found each other

[fiendishartist2]

theres smth so romantic about the lackey. let me wait on you hand and foot because i want to see you succeed, because i believe in your cause and your ability to reach your goals, even if we fail every single time. you dont have to give me anything, being around you is reward enough. it doesnt matter if youre a good person or if you have good intentions, in my eyes youre everything the world needs. let me beat that guy up for you sir

[cora-illus]

gideon nav the butch you are <3

[heliosinwater]

i know its a scientific fact, but this is absolutely criminal.

i should not be taking astronomy what am i doing

(book: Guideposts to the Stars by Leslie C Peltier)

[chdarling]

if kamala wins i'll post a TLE spoiler

[pillowenvelopchair]

stop. stop. stop. stop. stop. stop.

[mipexch]

theyre feeding the animators actual crack

[heronpoxed]

Say what you wanna say about Kelsier but that man knew how to love and he loved with a raw fucking passion.

For years he was led to believe that Mare had mercilessly betrayed him before she died and yet he still insanely loved and missed her — something that he stated as a simple fact and not as a guilty confession.

Kelsier and Mare had 0 page-time together, but they still managed to snatch my fucking heart and push my expectations through the roof precisely because of how Kelsier talked about her! Is there anyone who does it like him? Hell nah!

[soaqrudyz]

i am of the firm belief that neither ghost or gaz cared very much for soap when he first joined the 141

gaz had never met him before, all he knew was the guy was just a little bit of a prick. he was incredibly talented, gaz would give him that, and he’d never been outwardly rude to anyone that gaz had heard of, but oftentimes his confidence bled into something just short of arrogance, soap always seemed to be the one ranting and raving about his achievements when everyone else spoke of their mistakes. in layman’s terms: he was full of himself in a way that would surely get him killed.

ghost; however, had met him before. they’d worked together some three times before price recruited soap. ghost knew of his skill, knew that sunny disposition got quieter at night when soap thought he was alone, knew soap would thrive with them; but god, if ghost could shove his thumbs into those all-seeing, all-knowing crystal eyes he’d do so in a heartbeat. he hated the way they seemed to burn straight through the heavy material of his mask, how they could look into his own eyes and hold infinite knowledge of his broken psyche by the time they flick to some other uninteresting member of his former squadron. it was horror, to be understood so wholly.

but then gaz got hurt, four days of medically induced coma hurt, and when he jerked awake at, if the clock on the shitty hospital tv was to be believed, 2 in the morning there was soap. he looked disheveled: hair a tangled mess, dark circles only worsened by the shadows of the mostly unlit room, and covered in scattered butterfly sutures. his head was leaned on his bicep, slumped over the lowered tray connected to gaz’s bed.

under his head were the blood and tear stained pages of his open journal, a gorgeous portrait of gaz sketched onto the yellowed sheets with sleep deprived rantings in the margins on how soap could have saved him if he’d just been quicker. gaz slips it out from under him, only feeling a tiny bit like an ass for flipping through the leather bound soul of his comrade, but soap had stolen his favorite shirt so it stood to reason he should take something back. the entire 141 is scribbled on in the pages, buried between bomb schematics and scenic landscapes and soap’s scrawled insecurities. something shifts as he soaks in the words, months of feeling like an outsider and desperate tries to be as good as his teammates.

it’s different, gaz thinks as he flips back to his own face, being in the mind of john mactavish.

but then ghost is walking past price’s office and soap bursts out, pushing past him with flushed cheeks and hurried apologies, practically sprinting in the direction of his shared room. ghost, loathe to admit it, was worried, afraid that the first real human connection aside from garrick he’d had in years was going to ripped from him before he’d even started putting time into it. he didn’t want to lose something good, not again, so he follows him, rushes to catch him before he slams the door in ghost’s face.

soap’s shoving clothes into his duffle when ghost slips inside his room, noticeably holding back tears as he rambles to himself. for a minute ghost is stuck, unused to such blatantly shown emotion, but then he takes a step, sets a gentle hand on soap’s shoulder and asks what’s going on, heart thudding against his ribcage.

“my ma..” soap croakes, and heavy sobs break up whatever else he was going to say. he doesn’t have to, ghost knows, probably better than anyone else.he does the first thing that comes to mind: he drags soap into his chest, wraps his whole body around him like he can protect soap from the hurt. the sergeant doesn’t deserve to feel that hollowness in his chest. soap crashes into him like a wave to the shore, balling his hands into ghost’s hoodie and hiding his face in ghost’s collarbones. ghost had never been one for physical closeness, but there was something different about being in johnny’s arms.

there was an obvious difference in their demeanor toward him in the weeks to come, but neither really cared about how it happened, just that it did, and now they can seek each other’s warm, pink tinted gaze when soap makes a fool of himself.

[yunogf]

discharge date 05/03/2026