#To the Night We Met

[greentealemongrasshopper]

Taking a flight back home from TX and I wonder if you felt me?

[chaoticstudentpizzahero]

How did we go from this to strangers?

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby went into the pit and made a FNAF friend..

[se-qo]

oh, take me back to the night we met

[title]

“Ring out the old year, ring in the new. Ring-a-ding-ding.”

An Affair to Remember (1957), After the Thin Man (1936), Carol (2015), Remember the Night (1940), When Harry Met Sally... (1989), Sunset Boulevard (1950), The Holdovers (2023), Penny Serenade (1941), Phantom Thread (2017)

[nope-nora]

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes | Lord Huron, “The Night We Met” | Lev St. Valentine, There’s This Game I Play Every Morning | @notbigthief | Coldplay, “The Scientist” | @ruhlare | @mobydyke | John Green, Paper Towns

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis' last question when interrogating zara's corpse -- whether illario also asked her to kill caterina -- is so telling. because if illario had done that, I actually do think lucanis would have killed him. (his standards are predictably wild and hilarious in a dark sort of way. listen I can forgive you for killing me that's fine understandable even but there's a limit to everything illario.) which is why he saves that question for last: it's the one thing he really does not want to know the answer to. because if the answer is yes, it's going to need action from him that would be so psychologically catastrophic that nothing the ossuary could do to him would compare, that would have been the end of him too, I feel, even with rook and the team there to try to catch him or pick up the pieces. I love how if you pay attention you can trace out the underlying hurt/logic already here, before it gets spelled out in inner demons. the logic lucanis' brain operates on is very sad and very consistent the whole way throughout the game.

[beargyufairy]

I had all

And then most of you

Some

And now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

[ladykissingfish]

Izuna: Tobi … do you remember when we met?

Tobirama: Of course I do. We were on the battlefield, both of our brothers were going at it —

Izuna: I remember being really annoyed and wanting to go home, and wishing that Madara would either kill your brother or kiss him already.

Tobirama: But then I look over, past our brothers, and see the most handsome creature I’ve ever seen in my life. Big beautiful eyes, long, dark hair, ivory skin …

Izuna: I remember looking at you and thinking, I didn’t know the Senju had been hiding an Albino in their midst.

Tobirama: Really? Tsk; that’s incredibly rude.

Izuna: Not as rude as you trying to put a sword through my chest when I came over to introduce myself.

Tobirama: By “introducing” yourself, do you mean running at me full-speed with your sword drawn, screaming that you were going to kill me? Mm?

Izuna: Tsk; you act like nobody’s ever flirted with you before, asshole.

Tobirama: *pulls Izuna close into his arms* You’re the very worst person in the universe, and I wish I had beheaded you the day I met you.

Izuna: You’re a dangerous radical that should have been extinguished in his mothers’ womb.

Tobirama: *kissing along Izuna’s neck* I despise you and curse the day you were born.

Izuna: Oh, yeah? Well I —

Madara: If I knew this shit was going to happen, I would have killed you both way before this.

Hashirama: Same.

Tobirama and Izuna:

[raineyraven]

the experience of listening to 'the night we met' differs vastly depending on if you only heard it because it went viral or if you're a hardcore lord huron fan and that fact never ceases to amuse me

most people: oh yeah i like the night we met, i heard it the first time through 13 reasons why, its a really sad breakup song.

lord huron fandom: yeah so the night we met is sung by a cambodian lounge singer who was murdered with her lover and as a ghost haunts the stage she performed on but also the song is about this guy called buck who has a thing for girls with names starting with l and is searching for his fiancee who left him to pursue stardom and he continually hallucinates her and can see ghosts for some reason and also almost dies a lot because he pissed off a bunch of murderous drug dealers. yeah i wish people knew lord huron for more than just the night we met but also i start chewing drywall every time it comes on it's so hauntingly beautiful.

[valkugo]

"Our Hextech dream." // "We finish this together."

Our fate was carved in starlit streams, Bound by more than earthly dreams.

[wyntxrr]

i had all and then most of you some and now none of you

[unshallow-feelings]

You're as beautiful as the day I lost you

[musingsofmajesty]

𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

or, you and joel have a slow and reflective start to a special day [wc 800]

"Joel’s lips upturn at the feeling of your nose against his collarbone, but the silence between you does all the talking—the good mornings and I love yous."

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Before seven months ago, it would’ve been too early in the morning to have his wits about him. But he’s sleeping much better these days. Hardly any light streams into the room, but it’s enough to tell that the sun has begun to peak above the horizon. It’s quiet too. No voices carry from outside to suggest that people have widely started their days or begun filing to the dining hall. 

Joel catalogues what he can see of the room with a bleary gaze that grows sharper by the second. Hung landscape pictures immortalize photographers' visions of times past; chipped portions of the sage wallpaper expose the off-white beneath; his overnight backpack rests near the closet door. The pillow smells like you. 

A low groan of relief escapes him as he rolls onto his back to stretch his arms above his head, arching with the movement. Your eyes flutter open in time to catch him, and you extend a hand to rub over his broad chest in slow, soothing passes. Joel’s gotten used to how you touch him so easily and without a second thought. 

There was a time when all he did was brace for impact. It’d grown easier to roll with the blows and expect them; the world was so cruel that it didn’t even have the heart to spare the most innocent. There was no choice but to harden with it to an extent. People knew not to mess with Joel in any way, shape, or form. 

But knowing you is to know how to receive. To let his guard down and accept gentleness even though it’d been far from him for so long. He never flinched or found himself on edge around you, save for the playful times when you tap your fingers along his sensitive waistline—a sure way to make laughter catch in his throat.   

Neither of you says anything as you tuck your body closer to his, relishing the warmth. The faint scent of lavender and honey salve mingle between you. Joel’s lips upturn at the feeling of your nose against his collarbone, but the silence between you does all the talking, the good morning’s and I love you’s. Those would come soon enough, but for now, you hold onto the stillness of the new day. 

It’s eventually you who speaks up. “We should watch the sunrise. Bet the sky’s pretty.” 

You mumble those words against Joel’s chest, but he hears you just fine. 

It's cool outside, but the blanket draped around your shoulders fights the slight chill as you sit nestled on the back porch bench with Joel. He claimed it felt mighty fine out, and your intentions to prove him a liar fell flat when his skin showed no signs of any goosebumps. His arm is steady as it rests over your shoulders. 

The mountains in the distance loom against a lilac sky that’s orange near the horizon. It’s a timeless view that’s better whenever he’s by your side. While you often gushed, his appreciation was always more understated, tucked away in his impressed whistles and the way he hummed at your commentary. 

“Joel?” you hum as your head rests on his shoulder. 

“Sweetheart.” 

“Do you remember when we met?” 

He’s quiet as it plays in his head like an eternally loaded reel of film ready to roll at a moment’s notice. The two of you had been volunteering at a movie night, but Joel had only signed up for Ellie's sake. It was her first time going, and she didn’t want to be alone in case making a friend proved to be hard. With her bright smile and bubbly personality, she never really had anything to worry about.  

There was a special seating designated for volunteers in the back, and Joel found himself by your side. You’d introduced yourselves initially, but it was the sweet way you kept laughing at the corny jokes in the film that made it hard for him to resist poking a little fun at you for being so amused. In reality, Joel was all for it, especially when you started leaning into him and swatting his thigh whenever he’d correctly anticipate your next bout of laughter by peeking over at you. 

He didn’t know what it was, but his guard had disappeared the moment you said hello. 

“Don’t remember a thing,” he claims gruffly. 

“Keep lying, and that big nose of yours is gonna grow longer,” you warn lightly. 

A chuckle takes him by surprise. “I see how it is.” He nods as if he’s plotting something in his head. “I got somethin’ for ya.” 

“Whatcha got, Pinocchio?” you challenge. 

“You’ll find out soon enough.” 

His threat becomes empty when he presses a lingering kiss to your temple before releasing a content sigh. 

“Happy seven months,” you murmur after a while. 

“Happy seven months, sweet thing.”

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First Joel drabble on the side blog!

Thanks for reading. All likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I promise I see them all! 

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[andaniellight]

"I had a brother who was my savior, made my childhood bearable."

[v-bleam]