#god I miss this show already

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[honeyedclementine]

what happened?

sevika x f!reader, established relationship fluff, s2 act1 spoilers ( drabble ) ageless blogs, minors, and men dni

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the last thing you expect sevika to come home with one day is a child. jinx you had grown used to—she had been around more and more often ever since silco's death. sevika claimed not to like it, but you could see how soft she had grown towards the young woman, taking her under her wing the same way silco did all those years ago.

you had known they were going on some sort of mission—something to do with jinx's sister, but sevika never offered much more information than that and you didn't want to pry. even so, you stayed up to make sure sevika got home safely anyway. she always told you not to, but you never listened. you had a sneaking suspicion she liked coming home after a tough day to you sitting on the couch, waiting to hold her.

what you hadn't expected tonight, though, was for sevika to come home with a passed out jinx in her arms and a small child clinging to her shoulders. if not for the distressed look on your girlfriend's face, you would have chuckled at the young girl clinging to her like a jungle gym.

"her finger needs bandaged, bad," sevika says in lieu of a greeting, laying jinx down on the couch. she's so pale and sullen she looks nearly dead. you would almost believe it if not for the steady rise and fall of her chest. "this is isha."

"hi, isha," you speak softly as sevika places the girl gently on the ground. you reach for the medkit, lifting jinx's bloody hand only to find the absence of a finger. you don't ask.

the young girl—isha, you now know, watches with rapt attention as you clean jinx's wound and apply pressure in an attempt to staunch the bleeding before you bandage it. you've spent many nights patching up sevika, it was only natural the courtesy would extend to jinx as well.

sevika paces around the living room, occasionally shooting worried glances over to jinx. she'd never admit out loud that she cared for the girl, sevika was stubborn like that—it had taken months of you two sleeping together and staying the night at each others' places for her to finally admit she felt something about you, but since then, you had slotted into each other's lives so naturally. you can see the same reluctance with jinx, but you know the woman has viewed jinx as more and more of a daughter over the years, whether she likes it or not.

"what happened?" you finally dare to ask as you wrap what's left of jinx's finger with careful hands. you can see bruises forming on sevika's torso and face, along with what looks like a bite mark on her hand that you don't ask about. you're just grateful her arm is in tact—sevika had been in a sour mood a few weeks ago when she had come home with half an arm following an attack from jinx's sister.

"siblings," sevika grunts in response, settling down on the couch and pulling jinx's head softly into her lap while you work. isha immediately clings to sevika's leg, not saying anything, but casting nervous glances over towards jinx. you wonder if the little girl speaks at all.

with jinx's finger now bandaged, you rise to your feet and lean over sevika, saying, "let me take a look at you."

she shies away from your touch as you reach for her cheek, "i'm fine, don't worry about me."

"you should know by now that telling me not to worry about you is like telling me not to breathe," you retort, running your fingers along the scars on her cheek. "what about the little one? she doing okay? she isn't talking."

"doesn't talk," sevika grunts, tugging the girl up and onto her lap. isha smiles, a light giggle falling from her lips. you've never been one for children, but something about seeing sevika—a paragon of strength and brutality, be so gentle with someone so little, really does it for you. "jinx knows how to communicate with her, but she's... well..."

"she'll be fine," you reassure her, finding the silent question in sevika's words. "i'll keep an eye on the bleeding overnight, you just rest. you all seem to need it."

sevika sighs, looking down at isha before rustling her hair. you watch with a gentle smile. she rises from the couch, letting jinx's head fall gently against the pillow as isha climbs up and clings to her shoulder with sevika's metal arm supporting her.

she leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. "thank you."

"it's what you keep me around for," you muse, a hand clinging softly to her forearm.

"i keep you around because i love you," she reminds you, pressing a kiss to your lips as if to drive the point home.

"i love you, too. now go get some rest." you shoo the two of them off to the bedroom, resigning yourself to a night of looking after jinx.

after maybe half an hour, you decide to take a peek into the bedroom out of pure curiosity. lingering in the doorway, you see sevika splayed out on the bed as she so often does, isha tucked soundly into the crux of her arm. the sight warms you heart more than you thought possible. with jinx still snoring softly on the couch, you marvel at the small family that seems to have crafted itself around you.

knowing sevika sleeps like the dead, you take a moment to sneak a kiss to her forehead while she sleeps, running a gentle finger over her scars. you swear, in the dark of your shared bedroom, you see her smile.

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[crookedfivefingers]

3.13 | ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅꜱ

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[solaestial]

The Unknowing - Jfarrari

[musclesandhammering]

Still waiting on someone to explain why Wanda is “The Harbinger of Chaos”, the “Chaos Queen”, and her magic is called “Chaos Magic” when she literally has nothing to do with chaos. Like.. nothing. No symbolism, no philosophical connection, no plotline. Literally nothing lmao. Could’ve just called her the queen of sunsets or some shit, it would’ve made as much sense 😒.

[bisexualnamjoonie]

“if you take two steps away from me, i’ll take three steps towards you. if you take one step, two steps forward, i will be here waiting.” — kim jihyun, the eight sense

[proteusolm]

I never realized just how isolating being out of work because of disability is as a young adult. I don't want to be around other adults because they'll ask me about work and I'll have to be a huge fucking bummer by ashamedly explaining that I currently feel too awful all the time to function. It's sad and humiliating and makes me scared that everyone just thinks I'm lazy and a failure. Especially because the issues I'm dealing with now aren't visible ones.

[team5ds]

the worst part is i can't even say he's wrong. they certainly did figure out how to contribute the city by joining the wrgp. but like. this is one of those things where it literally does not make sense. this is insane levels of logic. "we're not sure how to contribute to the city. we think entering a magic the gathering tournament will help." like. imagine saying that fr when your parents ask what you're going to do after you graduate college. "idk. thought i'd play card games and figure it out, man"

[mustardyellowsunshine]

Does it seem to anyone else like a lot of contemporary writers just don't trust the intelligence of their readers?? Because like. I've recently read three popular novels ("had to wait four months for my library hold to be fulfilled" kind of popular) by three different writers in three different genres, and every single one of them bread-crumbed conflict which they then instantly resolved. No space for the conflict to build and breathe, no space for it to accomplish anything in the story, no space for character growth or relationship development to occur in response to it.... just, hey, here's a conflict I laid some groundwork for, annnnnnd solved!!! In only three pages, baby!! Whoo! No need to fret! No need to sit with any discomfort!! It's already over!!!

Like. I'm sorry. I thought we were all here to watch a story unfold?? Not to be spoon fed mashed bananas like an itty bitty wittle baby? I don't understand the point of even introducing conflict that gets resolved within three pages. And that is not an exaggeration. In one of these novels, a potentially relationship-breaking interpersonal conflict happened between two main characters, and then literally three pages later it was all fixed. As if it hadn't happened at all. And it was never discussed again. WHAT IS THE POINT OF THAT???

To me this feels like writers not trusting me to stick with the story through discomfort, y'know? Like they think the second anything hard or worrying happens in the story, I'll bail immediately. Like they think I need to be constantly reassured that everything is going to be fine, like they're calming a fussing baby. As if I'm not here to enjoy a story unfolding.

I do not need to have food regurgitated into my mouth, actually. I am fully capable of chewing on the meat of the story. Just let the conflict actually matter. Let the characters feel and struggle with and respond to it. Stop treating me like I'm too stupid and fragile to engage with a real story.

[the-lunacy-system]

Elanor Shellstrop would know what to do right now

[lettertoanoldpoet]

boygenius in copenhagen. by olof grind

[movedtodykedvonte]

My personal feelings in the Fionna and Cake ending is that it was perfect.

The story showed about how we can only control what is in our very personal and small world and not worry about or take on the responsibilities of that outside ourself.

We will make mistakes and wish we could rewrite them over and over and over until it’s perfect but we can’t. We will hate aspects of our lives and adore aspects of lives we don’t know the intricacies or hardships of but we can not insert ourselves. We have our own lives to live and rather than define it by a given purpose let us define the purpose as we go along. Not everything is revealed when it’s over, you may not get the answers but it’s okay to go somewhere and not know.

Some endings are happy, some are sad and some are just that, endings. They don’t have neat little bows or a “The End” on the last page but they allow us to put the past down and move on to whatever else lies ahead.

[james-stark-the-writer]

feel like pure shit, just want her back

[carlos-tk]

sometimes i can’t believe i was posting wips every single wednesday and sunday for literal months like who even was that person

[izzymalec]

LOVE how interview with the vampire is just men competing about who's the biggest bitch

[vanmarkus]

Buck, Wade, Logan, Johnny, and so many others... this is truly the year of pan/bi men