#THEM FOREVERR

[leporinedivine]

raver over yonder ☆ — closeups under the cut

AKA ‘oonts oonts’ vs ‘yipdiidiitit’

[tunastime]

if you’re still doing the comfort prompts, maybe knowing each other’s tells with boat boys or ranchers? :]

knowing each others' tells (681 words) (x)

Etho isn't used to the Relation being silent. It's the kind of quiet that holds tension in the hollows of it, one he's always been afraid to step too loudly into. He's used to sound, Joel rustling and pacing, talking to the air as they weaved plans, speaking to Etho from across the deck of the ship like he could hear him from below. But as Etho climbs the ladder and swings himself onto the deck, the ship is quiet, save for the steady thud of his pulse in one ear, and the quickening beat of Joel's behind his other ear. He runs his tongue over his teeth as he makes his way down into the belly of the ship. 

Joel is pacing where he usually does, making his track across the wooden floors like he might wear a dent into it. Etho watches the tight line of his shoulders for a beat, eyes tracking the huff of his breathing as he folds his arms over his chest. It takes a moment of surveying for Etho to make his conclusions, and by the time he's stepped forward, Joel has stopped to track him with his eyes. If they knew each other any less, if Etho were any less, strangely, fond of him, it might be scary, the way Joel freezes, dark eyes tracking his movements with a precision only known by predators hunting prey. Something could be said about persistence and hunger and teeth that could bite, but Etho isn't worried about Joel. He knows trapped animals well enough. So he picks his way around the room and starts to piece the problem together. 

"It was Scar, wasn't it?" Etho asks. He's not looking at Joel—he's busy digging through a chest, looking for the other axe he'd made. Joel makes some kind of choppy noise. "You had a good trap idea for later, said it too loud around Grian, and now you're worried Scar might try it just for fun and get them killed?"

"I'm not worried about Grian," Joel says. Joel lies. His voice squeaks. Etho stifles a laugh.

"Okay," he says. Joel makes another noise, and Etho ignores him. "Why don't we make the plan before they get to?"

"I thought you said traps were a waste of time,” Joel says pointedly, dragging his tongue over his teeth. He tries to contort his face into one of disbelief before Etho can catch the fact that Joel is into his plan whole-heartedly.

Etho holds up his hands, still not looking at him.

"I think you're misinterpreting."

“No,” Joel argues. “I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.”

When Etho looks over, there’s a light in Joel’s eye that Etho takes as his hint that he’s been successful in convincing him, despite attempting an argument. A tiny spark of excitement. That slight flicker of recognition, of understanding. Seeing a little of himself in Etho. A tell.

They sit together in the bright afternoon sun, mostly quiet, partially humming and nodding and pointing. Joel follows Etho’s rough sketches with his eyes, mouth curled down. It’s not in disregard, but quiet contemplation. Etho pauses halfway, listening to the double beating of hearts in his ears, waiting for any dissent from his partner. Joel doesn’t say anything, though. He shifts closer, folding his legs. The little shimmer of recognition and pride has grown flame-bright in Joel’s eyes as excitement and anticipation takes over. He feels the phantom tug of unclaimed emotions in his chest—Joel’s, not his—as Joel nods. Their hearts thump away excitedly in Etho’s ears, now in sync.

The only other time Etho sees that flicker of something in Joel's eyes is when he follows him through that nether portal. He feels Joel's grip on his hand grow to a fierce, painful thing as he turns, breath caught in his throat as he tries to shove them both back through. The words are muddled in Etho's memory, but the guilt is clear in his eyes. Guilt, fear, and that flicker.

Maybe it wasn’t just understanding.

Etho doesn’t forget that look for a long time.

[thetorturedlovergirl]

I love Trans Rory headcanons sm like they tickle smth right in my brain and each one of them makes me so happy

[magnoliamyrrh]

and im fucking sorry do ppl rly think trump will do any of the good shit he says. u rly think hes gonna cut tax on overtime. or provide tax relief for caretakers. or for seniors. or cut taxes for the lower classes. hes saying bloody anything to get in power he doesnt give a single shit dude

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Did you know than there are not one, but two songs inspired by rwrb?

[omppupiiras]

The hotband better be hot tonight after making me freeze my butt off for them tonight 😩

[oceanmoss]

Thank God I didnt tell him im travelling he wouldve ruined everything fr so glad I cut that thread forever 🙏

[yokiamine]

so start by saving me, itadori.

[napsaps-archive]

the way sapnap and george will take almost matching pictures of the same things is so special to me like george will post something and then the next day (sometimes) sapnap posts the same picture from a different angle with a different caption but it's still the same fucking Thing they're both there together they both saw it and probably laughed over it. because they're dumb

[huntersapprentice]

keep kissing their flat face (I say to myself in the mirror)

[willtolove1977]

the most overdressed person on this wooded trail... ☝️☝️☝️

[vhsdolly]

i think it’s about time for yujun to make a comeback 🤞

[wings-of-sapphire]

Warning: Wish spoilers, The Owl House S3E1 “Thanks to Them” spoilers

Chose to turn this into a pic bc I didn’t want to spoil anything for people but yes, it is reminiscent of the ToH scene

However while we got to know Flapjack, and saw him as a beautiful living being who brought Hunter out of the darkness and became his best friend, we didn’t really know a lot about Sakina

I think that’s one of the many things Wish suffered from, the short time constraint. We didn’t really get to know any of the cast personally, and Sakina saying “this is grief” when seeing her literal hopes and dreams get crushed into oblivion, no hope of getting them back or knowing that part of her ever again…

Maybe seeing Sakina visually go grey, or silent, or sob, instead of immediately comforting Asha after on the boat would’ve given the scene more impact. So while the scenes are reminiscent of each other, Flapjack’s was a lot more personal while Sakina’s was… something that didn’t seem to truly break her as it did Hunter (and the rest of the Owl audience, shsksjakjsjs I’m sobbing)

[imma-lil-sunshy]

oh oh oh!!! help!!! my heart!!!! I'm literally sobbing in my pillow