#and I feed crows

[saewokhrisz]

final victor...?

[harbours-lighthouse]

“Hey, so…” you clear your throat, “I’m gonna die someday and—” 

Jason visibly recoils at that. The painful reminder of both of your fragile morality is not one he wants to think about, or for his case, remember. 

You keep going, though your words come out slow, hesitant and soft.

“I want…I want to let you know that I love you. A lot. More than what I know what to do with.” 

“Baby—” Jason’s voice falters, and he drops his head, shaking it.

What is he supposed to say to that? It feels as if you’ve taken a sledgehammer to his chest and cleaved it in two. You’re not breaking up with him. You’re not screaming that you hate him. But why does this feel worse than those two combined? 

Jason swallows thickly, feeling the burn of the rope chafing against his wrists, and the blood leaking down his temple is hot and thick.

“And,” your voice begins to shake, “I don’t wanna die without telling you—” 

“I know,” Jason cuts in, a sense of helplessness clawing inside his chest. Bringing his gaze back up to you, he says in a softer tone.

“I know, sweetheart.” 

You purse your lips together, willing the burn in the back of your eyes to fade away. The desolate cell around you both feels like a cage. Mildew clings to the stale air. The coppery scent of blood lingers in your nose. How many people have died here?

Jason’s heart is rampaging against his ribcage, like a frightened bird violently beating its wings and desperate to be freed. 

He says your name firmly, and you lift your head from where you’d been staring at the floor; the tiles are cracked, dried blood stains the grout lines black-red.

Your eyes are bright, watery in the dim light. It sends Jason’s stomach churning with dread. 

“We’re gonna get out of here, okay?” there’s a weight to the words, and you can almost imagine them burning themselves into your skin, marking you with a severe promise. 

Keys being jingled unharmoniously against someone’s hip—coming closer to you—sends your skin crawling, erupting into goosebumps and fear. 

Jason’s eyes harden. His shoulders tense. The clinking metal becomes louder.

“You just need to listen to me. Listen to what I say, yeah?" his eyes bore into you, sapphire and jade burning. It urges you to nod your head.

The clanking sound echoes, loud and shrill and horrible. Jason's eyes don't leave yours, and you can see the plan formulating behind them; a sequence of actions you can't envision for yourself, but you know you won't have to.

He'll tell you, but you'll also have to listen to the unsaid things, too. 

(wc: 441) // and then i lost the plot...literally. there is absolutely no context here and i don't know what this is or where it's going, or if i should burn it or expand it into a fic.

© harbours-lighthouse

[maidenofcrows]

Having thoughts about Kaz Brekker being a farmer’s son. They call him Dirtyhands, but his hands were supposed to be dirtied from tending the earth, not from the blood of the people he’s killed. Or something.

[friend-crow]

It's still hard to believe that this hummingbird very clearly lets me know when I have been negligent in refilling its feeder. Its tiny brain knows who I am and that I am the replenisher of sugar water, and apparently it has also figured out that I am forgetful.

And it trusts me enough to land on the feeder while I'm still holding it.

[besiriusiamwild]

showed my boyfriend les mis for the first time last night…

here are some of my fav moments:

*valjean meeting cosette*

him: she’s just gone with some fucking rando who sings and was nice to her in the woods but alright fair, i would too

*èponine’s death*

him: if i ever get shot, i’m gonna sing to see whether it makes me last longer because why tf is she not dead yet

him: she’s tryna lips him and he’s just like damn that’s crazy anyways

*valjean setting javert free*

him: not one of them checked for his body? this is the shittiest revolution ever

*post gavroche’s death*

him: how do people watch this film and go yeah this guy’s shagging this guy when CHILDREN are literally being SHOT

(part two)

[sheliesshattered]

when the murder follows you home

[mothiir]

Captain Sevatar’s 100% Legitimate Advice on Handling a Human Female

this is so dumb why am i writing this instead of something useful. anyway, here is sevatar’s response — comes after fulgrim’s first letter. i love sevatar so very much, and the only background bit of lore you need to know for this is that back on his home planet sev fed the crows because the sound of their wing beats calmed his psyker headaches.

—

Father,

Delivered the crows as per your request. Have her feed them to a schedule — they will quickly bond with her.

Will defer to Uncle Fulgrim’s advice re: names though unsure what the issue with my suggestions was. Names should be practical and indicate the purpose of the thing. War Sage. Terminator. Cocksleeve. All clear and easy to understand. Still. Your choice.

-S

—

Father,

Glad to hear crows settling in. Apologies, did not think to warn you of territorial nature, assumed you would have one of your visions and therefore know.

If they are used to her giving them food they will defend her. I am sure the wounds will heal swiftly, and it seems they did not get you in the eyes. Suggest goggles until they acclimatise to your presence. Would advise against culling the flock. Crows are not humans. They have personalities and are not easily replaceable.

-S

—

Father,

Why can’t you just ask one of the household staff to do this it is not remotely my job

I am the First Captain I am tasked with flaying our enemies not babysitting my own father

Have sought out tailor and provided appropriate measurements. Are you sure you want it in linen, not in a nice tanned skin? She’d suit the Chapter’s aesthetic far better if she was wearing the freshly harvested hide of a foe.

-S

—

Father,

Two weeks is more than enough time for her to become accustomed to her new station. If she is still crying at night try removing her tongue. We do this with the whinier serfs and it doesn’t seem to affect their job performance.

-S

—

Father,

Quick note to follow up the last one — given the duties you want her to fulfil best she keep her tongue. Suggest removing something less useful, like a toe or a finger.

-S

—

Father,

Fulgrim knows best, I am sure, though it does sound like he is suggesting you spoil her rotten. A lost digit or two is not going to kill a human.

Regarding the other point. See no reason why you should wait. Just take care. Humans are breakable. Have you ever tried to put a chain sword into a sheath too small for it? Same principle. Happy to provide demonstration on how to do it correctly if you would like - best way to learn is through observation. Promise to leave her in one piece for you more or less.

Your adoring and faithful son,

Sevatar

[adarkermiserablecrow]

I am absolutely LIVING for the small cosmere references in Tress of the Emerald Sea. Hoid still taking digs at Kaladin. The kandra. The personification of death being described like Marsh. I love it.

[dirty-bosmer]

Been in the dumps all morning and was gonna post a bit of a whinge, then a crow came by and asked me for nuts, which has since healed my spirit, so actually life is beautiful and worth living again

[starmocha]

I literally just wanted to listen to the song.

It sounds like it should be the end credit after you finish the main story and made it through an arduous journey, and now everyone is going to live happily ever after. This would be playing during an epilogue as it shows scenes of every single character going about their normal daily life. As the song ends, it will pan to the main characters, implying that this is just the beginning of the next stage of their lives.

[screebyy]

babygirl (affectionate) vs babygirl (derogatory)

[russell-crowe]

the exorcism (2024)

[chicxibalba]

daily ciaran

[besiriusiamwild]

my boyfriend’s reaction to les mis (part two)

read part one here.

*when javert looks down at valjean covered in sewage*

him: pov: me looking down at the toilet bowl after i’m done…oh my poo has gained sentience, it’s talking—it’s singing???—back to me.

*during javert’s suicide*

(context: i live where it was filmed)

him: russel my brother do not go around the corner, they will charge you £7.50 for a pint

him: fancy a scuba dive tomorrow? let’s go find russel’s fake body in the river and sell him on ebay

*during empty chairs*

him: why is bro right as rain? he should be GREEN rn after those cholera induced sewers.

me: this isn’t wicked

him: well, he should be jumping on a broom and flying rn. why is my green bro eddie redmayne not defying gravity????

*during the wedding*

him: hey, his friends may all be dead but at least he got a shag out of it

*during valjean’s final scene*

him: oh my man is looking rough as HELL…must be all that sewage water he’s been drinking

[bird-btch-rambles]

Fellas and crows! Look at my Bday cake!!!

[kintsugiris]

guys. what if. what if kaz and mizu met.

that would be the end to the world as we know it and??? i need to see this.