#god it makes me cry every time

[secondstar-acorn]

the saddest fuckin scene in all of hatchetfield is the one in yellow jacket when ethan and hannah come home from pizza pete’s and lex is waiting with that single balloon and the hostess cupcake. when she talks about failing the test and trying desperately to make a good birthday for her sister but feels like she’s always letting her down. and she doesn’t get to celebrate with her because she has to open tomorrow. and THAT makes ethan agree to let hannah fight

[hauntedwoman]

im not even fucking kidding this is the best music video ever made

[ivystitches]

michael and holly were just so perfect

[hinamie]

close again and closer still

[kelin-is-writing]

The butterflies in my stomach going CRRRAZZY over him…

[nabexis]

So like. Did anyone else notice that Jayce doesn't immediately shoot Viktor? He only powers his hammer on AFTER Viktor has opened his eyes. Below is Jayce's reaction to seeing Viktor (his Viktor, from his universe, not the future version of him) for the first time after walking into the dome. For the first time in months. That's like. A look of wonder. Almost reverence.

Assuming the Jinx/Rictus/Vander fight is cut to real-time after Jayce has gone into the dome, he's staring at Viktor for like. 5 minutes.

My interpretation here, of Jayce's expression just before Viktor finally opens his eyes to see Jayce in the room with him, he's committing Viktor to memory, before he has to kill him.

Edit: I almost missed it but like. HE IS SMILING For like 2 frames it's an outright smile. He leans in towards him, too. I cannot handle this.

[noxiousgrace]

Cale is a man on a mission to make me cry as much as possible

"The records he had buried in his mind "

B R O

THIS MAN- *unintelligible sobbing and gibberish*

Idc if I'm reading this novel for the 3rd time, it still plays with my heart like it's a GODDAMN BASKETBALL

I'm so happy that he can finally let go of some of his grief 😭 he needs a break

(chap 424 when he cries after talking to lsh for the first time since his death)

[vaguely-concerned]

emotional security is stored in the undramatic calm utterly certain and unbearably soft way alistair says 'my love?' when you switch to him once he's reached 'love' status

[kevinsdsy]

“jean will help you if you help him.”

also need to dissect this and think of all the ways kevin helped jean and jean helped kevin in return

[maeofthedead]

Eldermourne may in fact be my favorite of the Naddpod campaigns so far and I feel like it's so underrated overall.

The idea of a 'haunted house' of a world, completely abandoned by the gods who made it, left to fester and rot. Both the people and the place they inhabit becoming darker, scarier, and meaner.

And then here come 'The Third Mates', each with their own versions of guilt and loneliness, finding each other, becoming better, and holding on so tightly that it ends up making the world a better place.

[applecranberryjuice]

Something something it's a metaphor. Hair as a form of communication but also as passage of time and also as a way for letting people in and also as a detail etc etc you get it

Actual explanation in the tags btw

I'm really nervous about this comic actually, is not the best. It doesn't make sense, and the art is mid, but I put love in it and I think that's enough

[veriitasu]

Guess who finished LB6!!!

[theonewithval]

"My heart saw him as if for the first time, and I knew I could not live without him"

The instant relief in finding out she was alive after months, the fact both of them were thinking they could not live without the other, not putting a name to that feeling

When she says "I did not ask for anyone to put themselves in harm's way for me. I do not deserve it" it just breaks my heart. She was feeling worthless, but Tony would risk his life for her (even believing he was dead) over and over again, to prove her how important she was.

And out of everyone in the world who could have found her, it had to be him because he would literally go to the ends of the earth when it came to her. He had to do whatever he could, even not being sure if she was alive or not. Soulmates always find their way back to each other

[javierduffy]

sometimes i make myself emotional by thinking about how special it must be to javier that the gang at the very least somewhat learned cielito lindo for him so that they could sing along but now im doubling it by thinking about how kieran may gingerly wander up when javier is quietly plucking at the strings of his guitar, tuning them by ear and relishing in the comfort of the body vibrating hums through the meat of his thighs. kieran will politely sit on a nearby unused bedroll, knees tucked close to his body as though taking up less space is the respectful thing to do, and he’ll point to the instrument in javier’s lap.

“where’d you learn that, mister ?”

javier finds the spindly finger in his peripheral vision, follows it up to the brunette’s nervous face. he offers green eyes an extra glance, and he can see them soften like he’d given himself away already. damn.

“i learned it at home. in mexico, music is a very special thing. we use it to tell stories, history, to communicate with one another. mexico speaks music first, and spanish second. nearly every mexican can play at least a handful of instruments- i couldn’t tell you which one i played first and who it was that taught it to me. by now, it’s like a part of my body, just like it is a part of my soul.”

kieran nods along as javier continues to mindlessly poke and prod at the strings of his guitar, and he finds himself relaxing in a way that he’d never been able to around the man. maybe because javier himself seemed to be so content with his guitar in his lap. like a chef in a kitchen or a mariner at sea, javier brought home to him when the sounds he played echoed through wood and sang loud to his typical audience of outlaws. the crease around his eyes tells kieran that he asked about the right subject- though it seems that escuella is just as good at playing heartstrings as he is guitar strings, with the way that he can feel his blood loudly thrumming in his chest.

“could you maybe… teach me sometime too ?”

the way javier rears his head at the question makes kieran jolt- prey spooked wild in the dark eyes of a predator- though the recognition of excitement (as much as javier attempts to conceal it with apprehension) smooths his bristles back down again.

javier teaches kieran every song he knows, from the ones with all the lyrics he soothes or excites the camp with, to the lulls of wordless melodies that sailed the boat north with him. kieran is good with his hands, and attentive to his every action, so he learns quick and easy, though he’ll never sing a word, even if he could memorize the spanish (and even though he already has a lot of them simply by having dutifully listened to javier sing every night that he could). considers himself a flat dud when it comes to singing. javier is curious, but he’ll never press. often he’s too busy reveling in the sound of home emanating from kieran’s fingers plucking desert lullabies, songs javier thought he’d only ever get to hear from himself.

it hits different, to simply get to listen. to put your boots up on a log and enjoy the ride. he’d been the driver for so long that javier forgot how beautiful the scenery was. he’s grateful that kieran asked him to teach him how to play guitar- he finds himself nearly indulging the idea that when kieran practices or plays, he’s playing javier’s music for javier, and not because it’s the only music he knows. he finds it all too romantic, but the warmth that the idea brings to his skin is just as familiar as the mexican sun, and it aches in his heart how comforting those moments are.

kieran, on the other hand, in his soft, sunken heart, is absolutely playing javier’s music for javier. he can see how the notes have always danced along his smile lines as he sings or hums along to the sound. he’s always seen how protective of his guitar he is. he watches closely as javier plays even when no one is listening, and kieran more than anyone understands just how special something has to be for it to never grace the stage of another’s perception. and kieran, so knee-deep in his affection, wants to give javier the gift of comfort- a form of it so free he may feel he just robbed it from a corpse.

kieran becomes quite good, and javier becomes quite comfortable. often, in the direction of a billow of campfire smoke, you will hear the wordless song of guitar strings, accompanied by the howling gritos of love and grief.

[sealoneill]

nialladam Save me.❤️

[spacedlexi]

the way the ericson group were at the outbreak just a bunch of troubled kids who made various mistakes or committed crimes and were judged by a system that punished and abandoned them instead of giving them the support and love they needed, are then nearly a decade later put into a situation where now they must judge a troubled child for the mistakes and crimes hes committed against them. and 5 to 3 vote them out 😭