#We need a season 2

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me)

Summary: Lockwood x Fe!Reader (third person) -> She suffers with nightmares. Lockwood has a feeling he knows why she’s awake every night. So, he finally does something about it. 

Disclaimer: Not specifically mentioned but characters are aged up a little more than in the show. Nightmares, angst, fluff, love etc.

Sweat dripped down her forehead as she sat up. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was a water-shadow left on her bedsheets from where she had been lay. It was worse this time. Constant running, screaming, shouting and yet…nothing but silence. 

Across the room, Lucy lay fast asleep. It was like trying to wake the dead with Lucy, but sometimes she’d wake in the night and she’d lay completely still. Most times, Lucy would fall back asleep. Maybe the sounds came from outside. It was London, after all. 

But not tonight. 

Her screams and terrified yells hadn’t woken her roommate. 

Thank god. 

She took a moment to look around her. 

She wasn’t in the graveyard, or at her childhood home. She was home, at Portland Row. The moon was shining it’s light into her room from the window, a small breeze flowing in from where Lucy must have lifted it open. It provided a cool breeze to her skin. 

Taking a few breaths, she lifted the covers from herself and placed her feet flat on the ground, looking around her a bit more. 

No ghosts. No hunters. No spirits trying to kill her and her friends. 

She’s safe. She’s at home, at 35 Portland Row. 

She wrung her hands over themselves for a few moments. Her heart rate was slowly lowering to a pace that didn’t feel like her heart was about to burst from her chest. 

Standing after a few minutes, she was careful to avoid the creaks in the wooden floor. It didn’t take much thinking, though. This had now become second nature. 

Slowing herself down, she opened up the door and closed it behind her. She took her time to admire the pictures on the wall and the feel of her home. 

She’s safe. She’s home. 

She felt the carpet beneath her feet, leading the familiar path to another bedroom. 

This was second nature, too. Now, at least. 

Before, she would turn left instead of right. She’d sit in the large arm chair, watching the moon dance its beams across the bookshelves before the sun would do the same. Finally, she would go back up stairs, take the yet again familar path to her bed, avoiding the creaks, get dressed and head downstairs for a cup of coffee. 

No-one knew any different. 

But Lockwood did. 

He’d known for a while. Although, he didn’t know what it was exactly that kept her up. Insomnia? Too much tea? Too strong of a coffee in the day? 

Wrapping her hand around the door handle, she slowly crept inside before she reached her side of the bed. 

Lockwood woke for a moment. She lifted the covers and he helped her. Slipping inside, she lay with her back to his chest before she felt his arm lay across her before he took her hand in his, holding her with a gentle-yet-secure grip. 

I’m here. It told her. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re home. 

The pair drifted off together, their breaths syncing as her heart beat calmed in order to match his. 

If only he’d done something earlier, this could have been the solution a long time ago. 

He knew something had been keeping her up. After all, whenever he woke in the night himself, he could see the light in the library from under the door. He never did anything at first. After all, they’d had a busy day. Maybe the adrenaline was still running. 

But then he began to hear the phone ring - or, at least, he thought he did. One ring and the line would go dead. But, in the morning, there was a notepad filled with contact numbers and most of the research was done before they even sat down for breakfast. 

She’d lie and say they called whilst he was in the bathroom. Not that they had called at 2 in the morning and she’d already been downstairs in the living room watching and old tape of Casablanca in silence. 

Except, no matter how many times he’d ask if she was okay or if she had even slept, she’d simply laugh it off. Sometimes, she’d go to bed early - it was the only way she could get at least a few hours of sleep before the nightmares kicked in. 

But she always made sure no-one knew; or she’d at least try. Lie still when they woke up. Act as if she was asleep on the sofa at night when they all gathered to watch a movie when in fact she was more awake than the rest of them. 

However, when Lucy went away for the weekend to visit Norrie and George went to visit his mum and dad for a few days, thus leaving Lockwood and herself alone at Portland Row, there was no excaping his questions. 

Lockwood had been out for most of the day, gathering and paying for more stock meanwhile she was at home fixing the shelves of the library that had recently fallen down. She’d told them time and time again that they needed new shelves. The wood was old and starting to rot. 

So, with George away, it gave her enough time to reorganize and fix what needed fixing in the home without someone being in the way. As much as she loved them. 

Lockwood got back around 9 and after calling out for her a few times, he went in search for her to find her fast asleep in the library. Everything was fixed and looking like new. The books still had to be shelved, but they could do that tomorrow. 

Pulling the blanket from the back of the sofa, she lay it over her before switching out the light and placing the fire guard up. He didn’t exactly shut the door, but just enough to block the light out from the hallway. 

As the hours passed, Lockwood labeled all the stock and filled in the papers he needed to before George came back to strangle him. But, as he began to climb the stairs and switch off the hall light, he could hear mumbling. 

It was incoherant. Barely audible if someone had been speaking to him. But in the dead silence of the home, he could hear it. 

Standing in the door way, he pushed the library door open. He could hear it louder now. 

“Run…no…let…let go of me…”

She got louder as he got closer and before she knew it, she woke to find Lockwood kneeling on the ground beside her. 

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re with me. Hey, look at me. It’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe.” 

Lockwood could see the change in her eyes. From fighting to recognition. He visibly saw her shoulders drop before she put her head in her hands and swung her legs so her feet were on the ground. 

Now, she noticed the blanket. 

He must have covered her up. 

“Let me get you some water.”

Moments later, Lockwood came back in with a glass of cold water and handed it to her. 

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” She tried to deny it. 

“You were having a nightmare.” He pointed out. “That’s not nothing.”

A few moments of silence passed over both of them. Until, finally, he spoke again. 

“Is this what has been keeping you up at night?”

She looked to him, shocked, for a moment. She had been trying to be silent. 

“I’m fine, Lockwood.”

He shook his head. “No, you’re not.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Well, it’s not exactly going great if you can’t sleep,” he pointed out, again. “Is this how you get everything done, in a morning? Why you’re up at the crack of dawn?” 

He already knew the answer but the fact that she looked down at her feet, trying to look anywhere but at him was confirmation enough. 

He placed his hand in hers, “Hey,” she looked at him. “Next time it happens, wake me up.” 

The heat was slowly dying now from the fire, but it didn’t matter because she could already feel her cheeks burning. Maybe it was embarrassment? She didn’t want anyone knowing what she was dreaming about at night. She didn’t want to be a burden on any of her family. They all had a job to do. 

“You shouldn’t be going through this alone.”

It took her a moment, but eventually she nodded. She tried to look down again but she felt his hand on her cheek, making her look up. It took him a moment, before he moved closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“Let’s go to bed.”

It was a week before she had another nightmare that woke her up so early that it wasn’t even the next day. Any time she closed her eyes, the images and the noises would come flooding back to her. 

That was the first night she went to his room. 

Neither of them said anything. He just pulled the covers back and she slipped inside, leaning into him. He asked her a few questions, holding her hand against his chest whilst two of his fingers wrapped around her wrist. He could feel her pulse. It was racing. 

That same night, he placed a kiss to her temple before pulling her closer. 

It was the first night either of them had fallen into such a deep sleep, George had to knock on the door when passing to wake them up. 

Neither George or Lucy had any idea what was going on. When Lucy was in the bathroom, and George was in the kitchen, she’d rush up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaks before quickly putting on some fresh clothes, running a brush through her hair, washing her face in the sink and heading back downstairs. 

By the time she was downstairs, Lockwood was dressed and Lucy had come downstairs running a brush through her hair. 

Everything continued on as normal. 

And now, months after that night in the library…the nightmares were becoming less and less intense. Less waking up and feeling as if she was still stuck in the nightmare. 

They were getting easier to deal with. 

Sometimes, George or Lucy would see the pair come out from his bedroom but neither asked any questions about it. 

The way they both saw it, both Lockwood and herself look rested. They were better on the job - more alert and less on edge - and they seemed…happier. 

Relaxed. 

Some nights, she wouldn’t have to sneak down the stairs and into his room due to him taking her hand leading her up the stairs. They were both the only two awake anyway. 

And, as she climbed in beside him and he switched off the lamp and they both listened to the movement of distant cars outside, still bustling about. Even if it was way past cerfew, some still broke it; whether they worked for DEPRAC or not. 

She would feel his arms wrap around her, holding her as if she was his home. Maybe it was a stretch to think so but she knew he was her’s. 

In his arms, at 35 Portland Road, she’s safe. She’s home and nothing could hurt her. 

Not even her nightmares.

[midnightdemonz]

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SPREAD THE WORD

SPREAD THE WORD AS FAR AS YOU CAN

HELP SPREAD THE WORD

SORRY FOR THE @S

@unconsciousnonhuman @illegallimeseller @dustystarsketches @wreckrinho

[tinygenderfluid]

Everytime I see Walker Scobells face I just imagine this kids ass getting smoked in a vulcano

[doeboy6000]

AGH

SOBBING AND SCREAMING RN😭😭

i tried a thing

[ideologyofone]

I am 99.9% certain Caitlyn is the one who breaks things off with Vi

In the pit fighter clip, Vi is clearly spiraling

She’s heavily drinking, sleeping in a closet for an apartment, has 0 regards for her safety or wellbeing or anything really

And I’ve seen a lot of people say Vi has a ton of reasons to spiral that don’t even have to do with Cait, which is so true but

She’s not having hallucinations of those things. She’s not hallucinating Vander or Mylo or even Jinx, she’s hallucinating Caitlyn

She sees her in the crowd dancing, she sees her in the Kiramman crest flags (hanging in the undercity for some reason? 🤔)

And we also see this guy hanging out with Vi at the bar and basically taking care of her, is one of the enforcers from Caitlyn’s squad

So while Vi does have a lot of reasons to spiral that have nothing to do with Caitlyn, whatever happened between them was the last straw

Caitlyn leaving her, is what finally breaks her

[paper-lilypie]

ok but that kid Mobius couldn’t prune was Loki right. like, that was Loki right. The brothers at the dock. That was Loki and Thor right. It was Loki

Mobius couldn’t kill Loki, chose his burden, and dedicated his life to him instead.

Mobius’s story started and ended with Loki. It had to be Loki.

[idolomantises]

Man is it just me or are a lot of TV shows nowadays are written to have big emotional episodes in scenes with very little build up.

[pearls-n-opulence]

Also fuck Criston bc how are you gonna bitch and moan and get all offended at being Rhaenyra’s “whore” then turn around and be someone else’s.

Ok slut

[viktorthemachineherald]

I've seen a few takes about how Jayce has been possessed by the Arcane, hence the whiplash of his vicious actions, and how seemingly unhesitating he was in killing Salo and Viktor.

But I think Jayce is still himself, main factor being the eyes:

Jayce's eyes are still the same golden hue, unlike Viktor's and all his followers, which have taken on the iridescent tone of the Arcane. I think Jayce has certainly been touched by the Arcane, and taken on some side-effects from it (one of which being a healthy dose of PTSD), but I don't think he's necessarily been corrupted by it.

One effect we do see is Jayce "glitching" into multiples-- could there be some multiverse situation where Jayce has lived multiple failed iterations, and seen what the Arcane can do and the destruction it lays waste to?

Before Jayce kills Salo, he seems resigned that he has to do so. I don't think this is the face of a man whose actions are being corrupted, but of someone who has seen things, and knows what has to be done.

I also don’t think it’s unintentional that Jayce shot Viktor right through his Hexcore heart.

It's not a coincidence that his visions are constantly interspersed with fractaled flashes of anomalous Arcane beings when he encounters Viktor's healed followers. We see this with Salo, and as he makes his way through Viktor's village.

And when he promises “I won’t fail, I swear it”, who was he speaking to? I think this Jayce has lived multiple iterations of the same situation and knows something we don't, something he learned when he was stuck in the Hexcore Anomaly.

TL;DR: This is a Jayce Talis defence blog, and he is here to DEFEND OUR TOMORROWS I will not take any Jayce slander in this house

[rowan-on-the-moon]

i love how the kiss was awful. i love how it wasn’t a show of love but a desperate, viscerally angry gesture to try to get aziraphale to see exactly what he was losing and what crowley has, from his point of view, already lost. i love how the kiss was awful.

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x03 - “Finally Got The Name Right”

[rika-mortis]

Headcanon: Deep down they both want to be their fairy godparent/godkid again after losing them, but don't believe they deserve each other and feel like they aren't worthy to be their companion anymore

They both need counseling and therapy as a whole package

[valyrie630]

I just finished watching it and it is PERFECT, we need a season 2 so at least give it a try. Everyone knows exactly how it feels to have an incredible series’ future at stake, the more views it gets the higher chance there is that Netflix will renew it. So watch it and if you like it then rewatch it, it worked with the Sandman so let’s hope it works with this as well.

If you're a six of crows fan I cannot recommend lockwood & co enough!!! We've got:

Traumatized teens forming the most wholesome found family

COMEDY!!!! It balances the darker stuff out so nicely.

A ship that is just kanej but a different font (think kanej if Kaz smiled more and Kaz and Inej touched all the time) (I'm not exaggerating. It's all. The. Time).

Literally. Lockwood is an au!Kaz.

The clothes, the scheming, the hopelessly in love with his friend...

Lucy is also a lot like Inej. She WILL call out her man.

The plot is really good!! Feel free to ooh and ahh because there are both ghosts and mysteries.

The acting is GREAT!

Have I mentioned there's an amazing slowburn (yes, I have).

There's also every top tier trope you could imagine (fancy party, wound bandaging, general teens without real adult supervision whilst also being more competent than the adults shenanigans).

I'm just trying to spread the good word because odds are if you are a soc fan, you know the fear that those two words (Netflix + renewal) instill.

So if this show at all sounds like your thing, please DO give it a try. And tell your friends and your mailman and maybe the guy next to you in the bread aisle too.

[soliloqueeer]

When I first watched this episode, I was very confused about Lestat's motivations for being at the trial. During Claudia's execution, I kept thinking, why isn't he moving? Just do something. Help her.

I understand now that Lestat, at this point, is much weaker than usual for reasons that haven't yet been fully explored. From interviews with Sam Reid, I also learned that there was no way Lestat would miss this trial. However, Lestat isn't a planner—he arrived, memorized his lines, yet was utterly unprepared for what was about to unfold. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was going to save Louis. That was his sole plan.

When Claudia says, "It's never been about me," you can see the guilt and shame in Lestat's eyes. Yet, when she announces her plan to kill everyone in the crowd after her death, he's staring at her with pride.

I believe Lestat did a lot of reflecting while in his coffin, pondering how he ended up in this situation and what led his fledglings to turn against him. I think he was actually proud of Claudia for successfully orchestrating his murder. She outsmarted him, and he had entirely underestimated her. This final act of violence made them equals in his eyes.

However, I don't think Lestat ever truly saw himself as a 'father.' He had no example of good parenting in his human life and this had no idea how to treat a child. From the beginning, he was referred to as Uncle Les while Louis took on the paternal role. Then, when Claudia became an adult, Lestat was forced to regard her as a sister.

The idea that someone could look to him as a father wasn't even conceivable to Lestat. In Claudia's final moments, when she looks to him like a child looks to a parent for help, it is horrifying on so many levels. It shocks him to his core when he realizes that he is her father and that he's letting her die right before his eyes. And even worse, Claudia was right—it was never about her.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sublime Equine.

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[bitchimasnake-sss]

loid truly won at life

like your super-hot-ultra-deadly-assassin-wife still manages a way to bring the conversation to you even when she's actively breaking someone's bones

this is the flex of the century