#and Not Interrupting People When They're Talking.

[lsunstreakerl]

Cat!Max and dark!Charles when someone tries to take Max away and he goes absolutely feral.

Charles just holding up Max by his armpits as Max is covered in blood like “oh who’s my special boy!!! Who’s the prettiest and best boy!!!”

Pierre looking on in horror as Esteban gently tugs on his arm.

feral max. love that for him. 670 words, charles POV.

don't ask me what verse this is in, we're at like, an AU of an AU of an AU. I'm not keeping track anymore.

violence! catboy violence, but still violence.

"Charles!"

Charles looks up from from his interview, and he's already pissed- their qualifying was not great, and he's having to play nice for cameras, so to be interrupted on top of all of that- he's not thrilled.

It's an FIA worker, frantic at the side of the press pen. They're going to cause a commotion- although they've already made one, so Charles murmurs his apologies to Sky Sports with a smile he doesn't mean, and quickly makes his way over.

"What?"

He hisses it out quietly, but the worker is already backing away.

"It's- you need to be back at the garage, sorry, it's your cat-"

Charles is already moving. Max is perfectly well behaved out in public- Charles would know, he trained him- so for there to be a problem...

Something has happened.

He breaks into a jog as he gets closer to the garage, and he can hear shouting- English and Italian. Security is there, trying to break up some kind of scuffle on the floor.

There's red smeared across the concrete.

Fred turns as Charles gets closer.

"Charles! Tell him to let go!"

Charles frowns, because he can't see, but he raises his voice.

"Max! Lascialo!"

There must be some change in the middle of the pile, because security lunges forward, pulling it apart.

Charles sees a man being dragged out- unfamiliar to him- with blood dripping from his throat, eyes wide and panicking.

That's not what Charles is concerned about.

There's a loud hiss a few feet away, and Charles is moving, shoving people aside.

"Move! Max, come here."

Immediately there's a blonde and red blur, and then a heavy weight slamming into Charles' chest, Max shoving his head under Charles' jaw. He's shaking, but he's rattling out a weak purr.

Charles sees red.

"What the fuck happened? Someone needs to start talking, now."

One of his mechanics steps forward- a man Charles trusts.

"We didn't realize- he came up in the high-vis vest, we thought he was with the FIA- and then he was trying to grab Max, and, uh..."

One of the other mechanics pipes up.

"He tried to scruff Max."

Oh.

Charles gets a grip in Max's hair, pulling his head away from the crook of his neck. Max makes a plaintive noise, but he listens.

There's blood smeared on his lips and teeth, down his chin and neck, splattered droplets on his sweater.

Charles knew he should've gotten him in a collar. The regular one had been delayed in transit, and he'd figured it was probably fine for the one time- what were the odds that someone would try and kidnap Max?

Higher than he thought, apparently.

"Oh, baby."

Max blinks at him. His tail is still moving in agitated flicks, and Charles can see that his fingertips are smeared red as well.

"You did a good job, yes? Didn't let that terrible man take you anywhere, such a good boy."

He drops a kiss onto Max's nose, avoiding the blood. Barely.

Max starts purring, snuggling back into Charles. He's going to have a velcro catboy for the rest of the weekend.

Charles glares at the rest of the garage over the top of Max's head.

"Never let this happen again. Understand? When I leave Max here, it is because I trust him to be looked after. You are lucky he is so fierce, or this would be much worse."

He looks over at Fred.

"I want that man's name and address in my inbox before the end of the day."

Fred nods, and Charles can see the garage dispersing out of the corner of his eye.

Max is still trying to become one with Charles, so he's running his hand down his spine, brings the other to pet gently between his ears.

"I'm done with media for the day- let them speculate."

He kisses the top of Max's hair. His boy smells like coppery blood, but there's the faint scent of the conditioner Charles likes to use- keeps his ears soft.

"And you are getting a bath."

[angelltheninth]

Public Affection with Homelander

Pairing: John "Homelander" Gillman x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, public display of affection, kissing, possessiveness, bragging, public pressure, media pressure, flirting, praise

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A/N: He is deeply unhinged. But he is also very handsome. So... I'll give him a pass here.

Many things he does are for the crowd, a speciticle, a show for the cameras, including his over exaggerated affection for you

He does love you, truly there's no one he cares about more but he's not the best at showing it in the right way

The affection is always so aggressive, so possessive

Every kiss is intended to make you breathless, make you gasp so loud that you're heard by everyone around you, always intended to be seen

He wants people to see he loves you, and that you're his girl, no one else can look at you the way he does

John visits you at work a lot and has no problem dragging you out of work to spend time with you

Who would ever tell him that he can't do that, no one would

You don't have any reason to be scared of him hurting you, but other people are a whole other story

If he so much as hears someone talking bad about you they're never seen again, no one even asks about them, not even you

Keeps you safe, your safety comes first no matter what the crisis but he also makes sure that when people take pictures and videos of him saving the day he's holding your hand, he has you by his side, his biggest reason to doing what he does

Fame, money power, influence are all good, but at the end of the day what he wants most is your undying love and affection

When he sees a camera pointed at the two of you he grins at it and pulls you into a kiss, even going so far as to smack or squeeze your ass

Doesn't see his behavior as inappropriate, the world should know he loves you

After all someone would have to have a death wish to hurt you

Complains endlessly if his date with you is interrupted by an emergency and all he will talk about is wanting to get it over with so he could go back to you

Likes to say that he's your number one fan, as he is sure you are his, you love each other the most

When he does interviews he finds a way to talk abou you because he sees dating you as an important part of his life and of who he is

His eyes always flash red when someone leans into your space a bit too much

Only he can invade your personal space

[rjalker]

Feel free to reblog this by the way. All my posts are rebloggable unless stated otherwise (usually because I haven't written the image description yet or need to fix a typo)

Conservatives will be like, "I am a master debater! No one can win against my perfect logic and reason!"

And then what's actually happening is they constantly interrupt you and are consistently raising their voice louder and louder with every moment that passes until they are literally trying to shout you down and drown out every word you are saying while pretending that really, they're just being so perfectly logical that you can make no response, rather than the fact that they are literally fucking shouting you down and not letting you say a single thing without being interrupted.

Anyways my mom's husband has absolutely no fucking clue what he is talking about, ever, but no one else will tell him this because he turns even the most normal not at all controversial conversation (like...the duration of a year's pass to a fucking museum) into a "debate" where he is just pulling out the most random fucking shit you've ever heard for no reason ("Well if it's a year's pass, if we went this day (when we got the year's pass) next year, that'd be a year and a day! So we can't go this day next year!" (Literally no one was suggesting we did, and also, that's literally not how calendar's work!)) and raising his voice like it's a life or death situation and this is the hill he's going to die on.

The hill called "we bought a life's pass for the museum because it's cheaper than paying for a single visit as a group and now we can come back later with everyone". That's the hill he's gonna die on now, for no fucking reason other than he has no fucking clue how to have normal conversations with people.

Arguing with no one for no reason that a year's pass to a museam won't actually last 365 days because that would actually mean it's lasting a year and a day because he doesn't actually give a shit about logic at all, and just wants to turn every conversation into a debate that he will "win" by literally shouting down the "competition" (our mom, usually) and being so fucking hostile about shit that literally does not matter and is not up for debate (That's literally fucking now how calendars work!!!!) that his "opponent" finally just has to stop to put their hands over their ears and ignore him.

This man is so fucking poisoned by far right bullshit online that he has become a fucking troll in real life and literally no one besides us is actually willing to tell him he has no fucking clue what he's talking about, because 90% of the time he is just doing this shit about things that do not matter in any way, were not up for debate, and are things no one who is not on an eternal quest for Something to be Outraged By™ would want to argue about.

Like whether or not buying a year's pass for the museam would mean you can go there in exactly a year on the same day you bought the pass. Which everyone who uses actual logic knows you would be able to. Because we don't fucking celebrate birthdays the day before you were born.

So then when he starts trying to use these tactics to shit on trans people, he is fully fucking unprepared to have actual facts thrown in his face that he has to actually counter with other actual facts because we literally will not let him keep raising his voice and interrupting us.

He starts raising his voice? We tell him, the way you'd tell a five year old, to lower his voice and use his inside voice, and keep repeating this instruction until he does, shocked either by our audacity, or the fact that he'd raised his voice so high in the first place.

He interrupts us? We say, again, the way you'd tell a five year old who doesn't know what manners are, "It is my turn to talk, stop interrupting me. When other people are talking, we don't interrupt them. I am talking, it is my turn to talk, do not interrupt me" until he shuts his fucking mouth, looking absolutely fucking bewildered. Probably because no one besides us has ever demanded he use the kind of manners a five year olds are taught.

And now, when he is forced to keep his voice at a normal conversational level, when he is not allowed to interrupt every word you say, when he is forced to provide actual, factual evidence for the claims he's making, he is left to flounder, with no way of reacting to what we are saying, because he doesn't actually know how to have a conversation or a real debate.

Because he doesn't have any facts on his side, nor any logic. He doesn't actually know how to argue with reality on his side, and the constraint of not behaving like a five year old having a tantrum, because he spends 90% of his time "arguing" with his wife about random shit that has nothing to do with anything that she's not even pretending to entertain.

(But, it's important to note, she also can't be assed to tell him he needs to stop picking random fucking hills to die on, because that would require more than the bare minimum of effort of communication and commitment. And she's incredibly fucking lazy and doesn't care about fixing bad behaviors as long as she can ignore the behavior in relative peace. This is also why both her dogs are insuffurably untrained and bite and jump up and destroy shoes for fun. Because letting them do these destructive and dangerous things is less effort in her mind than simply training them to be well behaved would have been in the first place. She still gives them her old shoes as chew toys on purpose. I'm not joking.)

We've had these sort of "debates" with our mom's husband before. Last time he was spouting off about genderfluid people who change their pronouns every day and will blow up at you if you use the wrong ones. He was very blatantly just repeating the same shit the people on his shitty podcasts say.

We pointed out the most basic logic of this hypothetical situation -

If someone changes their pronouns every day, they'll tell you what pronouns they're using that day. They want people to use their pronouns, so they'll tell people which ones to use. No trans people expect you to be able to read their minds.

His mouth fell open and you could almost literally see his outraged thought processes screeching to a halt now that the wrench of logic had been thrown in.

If this fucking jackass weren't constantly listening to shitty podcats by people whose names I can't remember to constantly be radicalized and getting spoonfed Outraged Rants about trans people, it'd be really fucking easy to show him how absurd the shit he's being told is.

The ability to use actual logic is there, as is the ability to stop being a raging bigot.

Unfortunately, listening to podcasts by far-right bigots who want trans people dead is a lot more accessible for him than listening to trans people. Because if you're not the sort of fake trans person that exists in the Outraged Rants on his podcasts, then you're not really trans, so you're not actually an expert on the topic and you don't know what you're talking about.

Because in the little bubble of conspiracy that exists in far-right people's minds, if you're not a pedophile who grooms kids, you're not trans, because you aren't convenient to their arguments for why trans people should get the death penalty, and any normal, non-pedophile trans people who exist online are actually all just AI generated and not real. Because you can't trust anything to see online, but you can trust the bigots on his podcasts who are claiming that a school is being sued for not letting a catgender kid use a litter box instead of the bathroom.

Anyways. We're turning one of the sticks I found into the woods into a Talking Stick and whoever is holding it will get to talk. So that we can continue forcing him to behave like an adult who is forced to use actual logic and facts instead of just repeating the same Outraged ideas he keeps hearing on his podcasts.

Anyways did I mention that he was the one willing to use my name and pronouns until our mom got to him and persuaded him to stop? Lofl. Well now my doctor is going to be using my correct pronouns, so she can deal with it.

[fluentisonus]

working in a factory has you thinking so much about the insane chain of labor & transport that goes into making literally anything

[remyfire]

I work with somebody about once a week who is so fascinating to me, especially when they are at our first desk. When someone walks in, they do not so much as smile or look at them, much less greet them. When someone leaves, they don't do anything either. If someone says, "Thank you," they say, "Sure," and if someone says, "Have a good one," they say, "Sure."

Listen. I don't know if it's because I was born and raised in the South for over three decades or because I was the front-facing customer-service-driven person at my previous jobs for a grand total of eight years. But I wince and get a little flappy anxious every time. What do you mean, you're not greeting people warmly so they're smiling as soon as they come through the door? What do you mean, you don't thank them for coming, wish them a good day, and bid them farewell? What do you mean, you just don't interact with the public unless forced, even in our front-facing job?

I think the amiable Southern politeness is just too engrained in me. There is no getting rid of it. And I'm kind of hoping that eventually I can work my way up to having more shifts at our first desk instead of our second because it's a lot weirder to gently greet someone from a distance when the employee closest to them is not paying them a single bit of mind.

[culminada]

I sat here scrolling Tumblr and then I heard my dad snoring on the other side of the wall.

And I've been making it a habit to consciously pay attention to the people I love, because I love them.

And so - I wasn't trying but this just came to me because of observations, and knowing, and perhaps the habit of it - I thought oh, that means he's sleeping.

Its the middle of the day. He does this sometimes. He's a very busy person, between two jobs, and 2-4 disabled kids. He takes power naps after lunch. He has a whole strategy. He's told it to me and I listened and I remembered because I love him.

He's also in burnout. My dad is burnt out and I understand because I am also burnt out. I wish I could help him but I am burnt out, and so all I can do is know him, is listen to him snoring and know that he is tired.

I get to listen to him snoring. He is tired. He is sleeping on the middle of the day because he is tired, from taking care of me, who am autistic, and my brother, with Prader-Willi Syndrome (shoutout to ppl with PWS), and his job 1 to pay the bills and job 2 to pay for the future and his wife and his other children and making sure we all get our enrichment.

And so he is snoring on the other side of the wall, and I can picture him tangled up in his blankets and sleeping because he is tired.

And so I get to listen to him snoring and think about all the things he does and how much he deserves rest, and how glad I am that he CAN rest, that he's worried and busy and anxious, but not too worried to sleep. Because he needs to sleep. And it's a blessing that he can do that.

And I'll sit here and appreciate him and all he does because I can hear him snoring (and it keeps everyone else up at night unless he uses his mouth guard, which we all call his snore-teeth, and I know this because I listen and I pay attention and I love him).

And he might never know that I sit here and think of him and love him and all he does, how grateful I am that he takes care of me when I'm his oldest and I'm autistic, and I don't feel overwhelmingly bad about that but I do wish I could help more than I do. Not be so big of a burden as I am. But all I can do is let him sleep.

He might never know that I take the time to listen to him snore. Maybe one of those days when he's feeling horrible I'll show it to him and say "you are loved and I see you and I am grateful for everything you do, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you." Maybe I'll make bits of this post into my Father's Day letter. I've been wondering what to do for that because I've been more vocal lately about how much I love him and sometimes it feels like there's nothing left to put in a Father's Day letter that wouldn't just be the same.

There's something special in just the same, though. Like listening to snoring. There's time. And when you're sitting in the middle of time, in the quiet and the dark and listening to snoring, and wondering when the next snore is gonna come, and contemplating life and love and time - well, I'm not doing anything else. And I'm not getting any younger. And maybe right now I can't mentally DO anything else. But I can do this.

I can contemplate my father, who is wise and loving and who pours himself out constantly, fill my mind with MY DAD instead of something else, because I love him.

I lied. My first thought wasn't "oh, that means he's sleeping." Well, it was subconscious. But right after, I thought, "I wish I had someone to love this way," meaning that I want to get married and have someone to love.

But I do have someone to love. I have my father. I can love him. I DO love him. And why am I pining for something I can't have, or worse, for someONE I can't have, when my lovely beautiful Dad is right there loving me in his sleep, in his waking, in his working, in his eating, in his thoughts, in his research, in his everything. I have him? Why do I need anyone else?

[street-corner-felines]

Zero Day (2002)

[galacticlamps]

very minor thing I still definitely deserve a medal for:

being raised catholic, and now as an adult repeatedly falling in love with characters that fandoms like to declare catholic, but still managing to reject those headcanons because at heart I'm too much of a stickler for accurate analysis to get behind them when i know the person in question is really meant to be anglican/episcopalian/whatever other flavor of christian

i am being, as the poets say, so brave about it

[smartzelda]

Person: This is my FAVORITE platonic relationship of all time

Me: Oh cool so you're really into their friendship or the idea of it? I can respect that

Person: Haha yeah they're so siblings. Literally the best siblings of all time. I love strong platonic relationships.

Me: .....Okay just say you see these characters as having a strong familial bond and go I beg

[ghost-of-you]

5sos: puts HBG on the dice

5sos: has to play HBG

5sos: surprised pikachu face

No because those men took a glorified beach ball the size of Luke, slapped a song they actively hate and they think we like because of the chanting (hbg), 2 songs a lot of people talk about in social media and we do actively like (wayf and iydk), a song they never played before that is somewhat popular on 5sostok for conspiracy theories about who it is about (ela) and 2 songs I have no idea how even ended up on the mix (voodoo doll and heartache) and decided that literally throwing that in the audience would be a great idea. A tour doesn't need a surprise song, they made a conscious decision of making the dice, then they pick the songs on said dice and go all when it lands on half of them.

Like dudes what the hell did you think was gonna happen? That you could cheat your way into not playing it the whole tour? If you don't want to play the song don't make it an option, is not like y'all are not pretending half your discography doesn't exist, put hbg in that box and tell the people chanting for it to get over themselves. It's your show, you make the rules. If you hate a song don't fucking make it an option.

[nordic-language-love]

Heard one of the kids actually use 'kimi' the other day and I was like ????? I thought that was rude???

[alyrch99]

Oh easy that's called "I'm obsessed with appropriating transfem culture and will always follow it up by minimizing their presence in the trans community"

[s-soulwriter]

Things Real People Do in Dialogue (For Your Next Story)

Okay, let’s be real—dialogue can make or break a scene. You want your characters to sound natural, like actual humans talking, not robots reading a script. So, how do you write dialogue that feels real without it turning into a mess of awkward pauses and “ums”? Here’s a little cheat sheet of what real people actually do when they talk (and you can totally steal these for your next story):

1. People Interrupt Each Other All the Time In real conversations, nobody waits for the perfect moment to speak. We interrupt, cut each other off, and finish each other's sentences. Throw in some overlaps or interruptions in your dialogue to make it feel more dynamic and less like a rehearsed play.

2. They Don’t Always Say What They Mean Real people are masters of dodging. They’ll say one thing but mean something totally different (hello, passive-aggressive banter). Or they’ll just avoid the question entirely. Let your characters be vague, sarcastic, or just plain evasive sometimes—it makes their conversations feel more layered.

3. People Trail Off... We don’t always finish our sentences. Sometimes we just... stop talking because we assume the other person gets what we’re trying to say. Use that in your dialogue! Let a sentence trail off into nothing. It adds realism and shows the comfort (or awkwardness) between characters.

4. Repeating Words Is Normal In real life, people repeat words when they’re excited, nervous, or trying to make a point. It’s not a sign of bad writing—it’s how we talk. Let your characters get a little repetitive now and then. It adds a rhythm to their speech that feels more genuine.

5. Fillers Are Your Friends People say "um," "uh," "like," "you know," all the time. Not every character needs to sound polished or poetic. Sprinkle in some filler words where it makes sense, especially if the character is nervous or thinking on their feet.

6. Not Everyone Speaks in Complete Sentences Sometimes, people just throw out fragments instead of complete sentences, especially when emotions are high. Short, choppy dialogue can convey tension or excitement. Instead of saying “I really think we need to talk about this,” try “We need to talk. Now.”

7. Body Language Is Part of the Conversation Real people don’t just communicate with words; they use facial expressions, gestures, and body language. When your characters are talking, think about what they’re doing—are they fidgeting? Smiling? Crossing their arms? Those little actions can add a lot of subtext to the dialogue without needing extra words.

8. Awkward Silences Are Golden People don’t talk non-stop. Sometimes, they stop mid-conversation to think, or because things just got weird. Don’t be afraid to add a beat of awkward silence, a long pause, or a meaningful look between characters. It can say more than words.

9. People Talk Over Themselves When They're Nervous When we’re anxious, we tend to talk too fast, go back to rephrase what we just said, or add unnecessary details. If your character’s nervous, let them ramble a bit or correct themselves. It’s a great way to show their internal state through dialogue.

10. Inside Jokes and Shared History Real people have history. Sometimes they reference something that happened off-page, or they share an inside joke only they get. This makes your dialogue feel lived-in and shows that your characters have a life beyond the scene. Throw in a callback to something earlier, or a joke only two characters understand.

11. No One Explains Everything People leave stuff out. We assume the person we’re talking to knows what we’re talking about, so we skip over background details. Instead of having your character explain everything for the reader’s benefit, let some things go unsaid. It’ll feel more natural—and trust your reader to keep up!

12. Characters Have Different Voices Real people don’t all talk the same way. Your characters shouldn’t either! Pay attention to their unique quirks—does one character use slang? Does another speak more formally? Maybe someone’s always cutting people off while another is super polite. Give them different voices and patterns of speech so their dialogue feels authentic to them.

13. People Change the Subject In real life, conversations don’t always stay on track. People get sidetracked, jump to random topics, or avoid certain subjects altogether. If your characters are uncomfortable or trying to dodge a question, let them awkwardly change the subject or ramble to fill the space.

14. Reactions Aren’t Always Immediate People don’t always respond right away. They pause, they think, they hesitate. Sometimes they don’t know what to say, and that delay can speak volumes. Give your characters a moment to process before they respond—it’ll make the conversation feel more natural.

Important note: Please don’t use all of these tips in one dialogue at once.

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji who leaves hickeys all over you so often that you have to push him away when you start looking like you fought an octopus.

"Toji, you know these aren't always gonna be so small. They're gonna end up looking like bruises. Just look at the ones you already left."

"Mhm," he hums, already leaving another one on your shoulder blade, releasing your skin with a wet smack of his lips. He rubs his spit into the mark like it's some sort of salve that'll make it last longer.

"I'm fine with these," you say, looking at all the one's he left on your chest and below. "but my neck... i'm running out of makeup, baby. I won't be able to cover them if you keep this up."

"Then don't." He would just love that. Despite how nonchalant he sounds about it, it's a highly recommended suggestion. He would genuinely love it if you walked around with his marks all over your neck. People will automatically know that you already have someone you get freaky with.

"I have to go to work sometime. I wouldn't be able to take having my neck stared at by everyone I talk to. No more neck hickeys."

He nears your neck, again. The second you say he can't put another mark on it, he spots a clear area and leans in, lightly pressing his lips against it.

"Tojiii," you whine, leaning forward, away from him. "Leave it alone."

"But, it's clear. It's lonely without being marked like the rest of your neck." He scoots forward again, putting his enormous hands on your waist to pull you close. "I'll be quick. Just-"

"Mm-mm. No," you interrupt, brushing his hands off of you.

"I might just die if you don't let me do this, ma."

"Really?" You raise your brows in disbelief.

"Really," he responds, so confidently.

You scoff. "You're so dramatic. You won't die if you don't get to suck on my neck."

"Who knows? I might spontaneously collapse because of it. Weirder, more unexplainable things have happened."

He's so dumb sometimes. Your hunk is absolutely ridiculous, and yet you find yourself weighing towards his point in this.

"Would marking up that blank space actually cure you?" You feel as silly as him for asking the question.

"Who's to say?"

You tilt your head and deadpan. "Right. I guess i'll take my chances and just keep the random patch of unmarked skin on my neck."

"Hey, that doesn't mean we can't try. Come on, now."

You groan and roll your eyes before making your way back to him. He cups your cheeks, smirking as he looks into your eyes, before turning your head to expose the blank area on your neck.

"It's a reaaally good spot, doll. I think i'm gonna make it."

You huff, unable to look at him because of the way your head is turned. You feel his tongue slide over your neck, the gesture transitioning to his lips kissing the area and then it feels sharp. His lips leave a stinging sensation with every second that they stay on you.

"Ow, fuck, you vampire. It feels like you're actually trying to suck the blood out of me." You wince. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm done." He admires his masterpiece and smirks with pride. You have an entire collar of hickeys that he put on you, and the newest one looks mean.

"You look pretty. Could eat you up, mama." He swipes at the new mark with his thumb, looking at the color that will remain on your skin for the next few days.

"I can tell. You already devoured me. You're insane. Just look at all of this," you say, running your hand over your kiss stained neck.

"I was just nibbling on you," he speaks, into your jaw, before smoothly laying you down, onto the bed. "Just wanted a little taste," he says, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. "Am I really insane for that?"

"Um..." you laugh, making your flustered state obvious. "Yes?"

"Damn." He gives you a long, deep kiss, that makes you forget what you were talking about. "You think i'm crazy?" You hum, and he does it again.

"Haven't you played with me enough? I feel like i'm some chew toy for you." You giggle, feeling his lips on your cheek, trailing towards your jaw.

He hums, dismissively. "Found more blank space."

[torchwood-99]

Eomer and Eowyn only talk to each other once in the films

but they communicate so much.

When Eomer first returns with a wounded Theodred, an entire dialogue is shared between Eomer and Eowyn without a single word passing between them.

This mutual look of concern, they're both on the same page.

Eowyn then goes on to look at Theodred's wound. It's interesting that Eomer now looks curious above all things, he's waiting on Eowyn's judgement.

Eowyn looks at the wound and grimaces. It's bad. Theodred isn't going to survive this.

She looks to Eomer, who looks back at her in grim resignation.

They go to Theoden to inform him of the situation. As Eomer walks by Eowyn, he doesn't speak to her or interrupt her, but he puts his hand on her back as he passes. Even when the focus is on other things, he is giving her that gesture of support and fondness. That it is done without fanfare shows that this sort of affection is commonplace.

They both stand before the throne, both of them united in their attempt to reach through to their uncle. They're a team, a unit.

Eomer throws down proof that Saruman, who Grima is trying to portray as a friend to Rohan, is sending his soldiers to terrorise their people.

Eowyn gives Grima a death glare, challenging him to refute her brother's accusations. She's on Eomer's side, Eomer's team.

Eomer sees Grima looking at Eowyn, and knows what he wants. It fills him with fury.

Eowyn sees her brother choking Grima against the wall. She looks on in cold silence, then walks away.

When Aragorn reveals that the beacons have been lit, Eowyn rushes into the throne room, drawing to a stop at Eomer's shoulder. They wait together for Theoden's judgement.

When it comes, and Theoden sends Eomer to muster the troops, Eomer bows, but even before he has fully straightened up, his eyes go to his sister.

Again, no words exchanged, simply a look of common understanding. They both know what the risks are, they both know what is at stake, for the world, for their country, for their family.

Before Eomer leaves, he touches Eowyn's arm, before walking away.

With Eomer gone, we see a steely determination come into Eowyn's eyes. Now there's something Eomer's missing, now Eomer's back is turn and there's something about his sister that she's keeping from him. She's riding to battle.

The one time they speak to each other, they're in opposition. About Merry, about Eowyn, about war.

The words are harsh. Eomer is stern, Eowyn is defensive.

But Eomer puts his hand on Eowyn's shoulder. He doesn't say "I don't want you to get hurt, I don't want you in battle", but that hand on her shoulder, tells the audience that's exactly what he's saying.

Those small moments of physical affection culminate in one great moment, when stern, stoic Eomer discovers Eowyn on the battle field, and breaks down in tears, cradling her and rocking her like she's a child.

And his devotion to her is ultimately shown in him sitting small and hunched, tucked in on himself, crouching down in armour for what seems to have been a lengthy space of time, as he sits by her side, waiting for her to be healed.

This is such an effective way of showing to an audience that two characters love each other, when there is a limited time window. The movie needed to crack on to cover the ground it needed to cover, and with so many important dynamics to reveal to the audience, the creators needed to be time effective. Eomer and Eowyn don't share much screen time, but the looks exchanged, the passing moments of intimacy, tells us clearly that these are two people greatly fond of each other, and have been fond of each other a long time.

The lack of spoken dialogue almost enhances it. Little is said between them because little needs to be said. They already know. The one time they do speak, it's when they're quarrelling, because that's the only moment when they need to use words. The rest of the time, a gesture, a look, is enough.

[zannolin]

one aspect of the narnia films i feel like we don't talk about enough is they're funny too. they're so well written because they're incredibly earnest and heartfelt and brutally sad at times, but they also know just when to drop a funny line to catch you off guard and make you laugh. some of my fav moments:

edmund "perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled" pevensie

"we could all use the fresh air :)" "it's not like there isn't air inside."

[while preparing to run for their lives] "do you think we'll need jam?" "only if the witch serves toast!"

followed by "you should have brought a map" "there wasn't room next to the jam!"

"everyone's staring at us." [the most little sister voice ever] "maybe they think YOU look funny."

peter, full angst mode: "don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?" edmund: "...we ARE kids."

they're literally being pulled into another world and edmund's like shut up i'm NOT holding your hand peter

caspian saying he thought peter would be older and peter immediately being like WELL if you like we can just come back in a few years—

"you are a mouse." "*sigh* i was hoping for something a bit more original." -> "you're a mouse." "you people have no imagination."

reepicheep preparing to kill caspian and asking trufflehunter if he has a good reason for interrupting vs nikabrik immediately saying "he doesn't. go ahead."