#eva pov

[shayberri789]

Imagine you are a 13 year old over achieving shit head student and one day your favourite science teacher doesn't show up to class for a few days, and when next you see him he looks like he's aged 5 years and hasn't slept that entire time.

And then half way though class he looks sick and leaves and the next time you hear about him (a few years later), he's been sent to fucking SPACE to try and save the world

And you don't hear shit about him until you're in like. Your late 20s. You've long since forgotten about the whole thing except as a vague idea that exists in everyone's minds now as the world steadily gets worse. Everyone has resigned themselves to the fact that they probably won't live past 50.

And then one day, the beetles return and its all over the news that your dorky science teacher from Middle school has:

A) found something to eat the sun-eating algae ge that's been causing the apocalypse for about 17 years now

B) engineered it to survive on venus

C) discovered intelligent alien life

D) sent a TON of information including some of the language back

E) and could have made it home but decided to go BACK and sacrifice his life to save a WHOLE ALIEN PLANET WE DIDNT KNOW HAD LIFE ON UNTIL THIS WEEK

and you just have to go about your life with this knowledge. Your dorky middle school teacher is a world hero. He chose alien life over returning to earth and his own life. Aliens are real. What the fuck

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I’m going to give you ideas for creative projects beyond your skill level

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Based off this particular bit from Search (chapter 12) that always gives me a really funny mental image.

Don't have the book on me right now so I had to do my best to transcribe from the audio book lmao. I apologize for any incorrect paragraph breaks in my transcription.

reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art

[bearsinpotatosacks]

I'm writing the third (and last, kind of) chapter to Six Days and have had an idea. Anyone who's read my fic Six Days might have noticed that it's only in Richie's perspective, but when I was first writing it, I had other people's sprinkled in. I'm thinking of putting these, and adding some more, POVs into a bonus chapter. The question is...

Edit: Chapter 3 breaks the rule and introduces other people's perspectives

[synthettes]

ive forever loved swordsmachine since i first got ultrakill a little less than a year ago they are just so Strange and Peculiar!!!!

[omg-hellgirl]

Mick’s mother was quite simply a domestic slave, devoted to looking after the males of the household. She was one of those garrulous women, and Mick was often very irritated by her and very dismissive of her. And his father was very formal and — to me — charmless and rather alarming.

— Chrissie Shrimpton, Mick Jagger's ex-girlfriend.

[troublebrew666]

please make more eva x ikuko fanfics

waaah thank you for thinking of them 😭❤️ i really want to!! there's been one in progress for months that i was hoping to finally finish for umitober, it's just that this year just hasn't been too kind to my free time for creativity ;_; but don't worry, you definitely will see them again one day

[gcholdtrops]

     𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐮𝐤  𝐏𝐎𝐕  :  𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦  you  should  𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚖𝚢  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜  more.

@fadinglights

[quintanamateo]

𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢 — 𝑒𝓋𝒶 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒶

Mateo adentrou seu quarto na mansão de verão dos Quintana com a expressão mal humorada, como sempre ficava após discutir com os pais. Era raro que aquilo ocorresse simplesmente porque ele sempre se esforçava muito para agradá-los... mas naquele almoço em específico, não conseguiu conter a curiosidade e a língua. Pouco tempo após o jantar na casa dos Borbón, ao navegar pela internet, Mateo se deparou com uma manchete que o intrigou.

Ele não fazia ideia de quem era Eva Luna, mas o fato dela ter morrido em circunstâncias muitíssimo semelhantes às de Linnet fez nascer um pequeno calafrio em sua espinha. Não que ele atribuísse o acontecido a qualquer fenômeno sobrenatural, mas... Eva Luna, depois Linnet, e Angelina ter enfrentado uma situação potencialmente fatal há algumas noites naquela mesma mansão... Mateo começava a acreditar que esses fatos não eram apenas tristes coincidências.

Naquele almoço, então, decidiu perguntar sobre Eva para seus pais... apenas para encontrar decepção. As respostas do casal foram evasivas, claramente evitando falar do assunto sob o pretexto de "não mexer com a memória dos mortos." E ele até poderia acreditar que a relação entre os Quintana e Eva Luna não passasse da casualidade, se não soubesse do nível de proximidade do casal com os Borbón. Era óbvio que eles sabiam mais do que queriam revelar, mas quando Mateo os pressionou, o pai perdeu a paciência, rapidamente direcionando a conversa aos afazeres que ele esperava do filho na empresa... e o rapaz, para não se alterar, pediu licença para se retirar e se recolheu ao seu quarto.

Uma vez sozinho, começou a repassar a conversa com os pais em sua mente, na esperança de extrair qualquer fragmento de informação das frases evasivas dele. Estava convicto de que as mortes de Eva e Linnet estavam conectadas de alguma forma... quantas pessoas morriam no mesmo local, pela exata mesma causa? De repente, lembrou-se das câmeras de segurança instaladas pela propriedade dos Borbón... será que eles também desconfiavam de que havia algo errado? Acreditavam que mais alguém morreria ali? A coisa toda fazia nascer pergunta atrás de pergunta na cabeça de Mateo, e ele se frustrava por não obter todas as respostas. Por ora, deixaria o assunto para lá, mas tinha certeza absoluta de que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, ele voltaria à tona novamente.

[anawkwardlady]

If a character has an ED I never really do the « please eat for me 🥺 » thing because for me its always been « you’re so annoying don’t complain if you get something after oh my god you’re so complicated » or awkward talks so as far as I know the first scenario straight up doesn’t exists lol

[minomadamu]

Ah shit pls don’t let the lovers this cycle be Rudolph and Kyrie I want to hear more of what she has to say

[queenboimler]

its crazy that i keep seeing all this promo about the great gatsby musical on broadway and nick is NOWHERE TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE PROMOS

[st4rry-fruitz]

listening to it rn kom susser tod is such a qsmp song omg. like. especially right Now

[sadistpet]

@cybrvce:

"You're an idiot," Eva says, her words slurred a bit, but she's joking. She wouldn't say something like this normally, she knows how deadly, vicious, Raikov can be, and she isn't in the habit of putting her life at more risk than it already is. Not that she can't handle herself, but that isn't the point. He knows her as Tanya, or Tatyana, but he doesn't know her well enough to know that she isn't actually drunk. She can hold her liquor very well, but sometimes it's easier to pretend to be drunk, if only to get some people to lower their guards, even a bit. "Of course Volgin cares about you. More than he cares about anyone else."

upturned nose wrinkles in anticipation of the stench of alcohol. who let HER at the liquor ? it doesn’t come, and yet his expression doesn’t change from its disgusted sneer. instead, it deepens with her words, dark brows pulling together as she labels him an idiot. he’s used to the insult. just not from tatyana.

what he should do is wrench her arm behind her back and pin her to the ground for disrespecting him ; maybe drive his fist into that dainty face - so like his own - until his knuckles split and cracked and bled almost as much as she would and make her spit her teeth out onto the cold floor. and yet, he doesn’t. he watches, face still contorted into a snarl but made far less intimidating by the drying streaks of tears on his cheeks, and waits, and listens. truly listens.

tense muscles release, and raikov’s expression falters and falls. of course volgin cares about you. he swallows, hard, snaps his head to look away from her. hands afire with the barest trembles occupy themselves quickly with fixing his cap, haphazardly shoving silk hair beneath. it’s what he wants — no, needs to hear. he’d fallen into another of his cycles, a brutal toss and tumble of feeling worthless and boring and uninteresting and losing his novelty and oh, zhenya was going to leave him, abandon him, throw him to the wolves and let him be ripped apart, because he had someone new, someone more interesting, someone better, fucking TATYANA —

more than he cares about anyone else.

“ more than you, anyway. ” ivan bites with an indignant snort. he allows himself to face her again — she’s pissed, wouldn’t remember any of this. what was the harm ? — with a smug look beginning to curve his lips. “ he cares about me. he trusts me. he loves me. ME. not you. ” one leg swings over the other, his arms folded tight to his chest.

“ that’s why i know where the legacy is and you don’t. jealous, tanka ? ”

[thefatedbonechameleon]

Just wanted to share my EvaJacks laptop wallpaper while waiting (and dying) for ACFTL

What is your favourite quote that you think I should add?

Also, excuse that dotted line at the bottom, it is where my taskbar is.

[ladamedusoif]

What @lunapascal said ^^^^

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