#like. yes. they all have flaws

[offorestsongs]

i feel like sometimes people in the twst fandom get so caught up in defending their faves (or hating on the ones they don't like) that they forget that the whole game hinges on (almost) everyone being a Charming Asshole TM

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[dreamofbecoming]

listen i know we all love steve “completely ignorant of queer culture to the point that bisexuality is a surprise” harrington being roasted and educated in turns by robin and eddie, yadda yadda, good stuff. i read “they made a horror version of rocky?” in a fic recently and cackled. also a big fan of “he knew he was bi from the start and just never talked about it” as a trope, love it excellent well done

but what about steve who realizes after starcourt that the most important person in his life now has this thing that’s a major part of her life that he knows nothing about, and what if he fucks it up? what if he says something ignorant or rude by accident, and hurts her? what if he loses her because he didn’t know the right thing to say? what if he can’t keep her safe because he doesn’t know what to look out for? absolutely fucking not, this steve says

and listen she’d never say anything, because she can tell that he can tell how much she likes teasing him and teaching him things, so he plays dumb, and she thinks it’s very sweet. but she notices when the zines she keeps under her bed that she buys at that one secret bookshop in indy when she can sneak away on family trips start going missing, always one at a time, and replaced in a few days with another disappearing. and she finds the new ones he must have gone to buy the weekend she was at her aunt’s house hidden in the back of his closet when she goes to steal one of his sweaters. and she notices when he slips more of her queerer movie recommendations into his personal take home pile rather than the movie night stack when he thinks she’s not looking.

she doesn’t notice when he drives to indianapolis after she tries to explain to him why she can’t just ask out a cute girl, tries to impress on him the fear attached to every moment of attraction that he simply has never had to feel, but later she finds a crumpled receipt from a diner in one of his jacket pockets when she’s looking for his keys, and the address is across the street from the bar the gorgeous woman at the bookstore told her about, the one she memorized the address of but hasn’t worked up the guts to think about visiting, and she knows he must have gone looking for a place like that, must have been trying to understand, must have been scoping it out to make sure it was somewhere she could feel safe, after she told him she never had.

so when eddie nearly pops a blood vessel when they clock each other and she mentions that steve is the only person she’s ever come out to before, her hackles come up. because she gets it, she does, he’s only known king steve until recently, so it makes sense that he would be afraid, be concerned for her safety.

but steve is her person, and no one- no one- has ever made her feel as protected or as cared for as he does. no one has ever tried as hard to understand her, no one has ever put so much work into making her feel safe and seen and loved. and she thinks maybe even if no one else ever does, that’s ok. because she has steve, and more importantly steve has her, and that means no one gets to question his ally credentials in her presence without a dressing down to remember, no matter how well they mean or how recently they helped save the world.

(and maybe she’s not as surprised as she could be when he figures out bisexuality all on his own, because she’s been reading all the same pamphlets he has, after all. and she’s seen the way he looks at eddie, i mean come on. maybe no one else has noticed, but then, nobody knows steve harrington like she does.)

[suzukiblu]

Please, cuddling, and TimKon?

. . . I am sorry but also I am NOT sorry for what I have done with this reply, but hey, why don't we all enjoy this one being the only prompt fill from this meme that got a read-more cut??

“Please,” Kon tries, trying not to look–he doesn’t know, weird and needy and like an embarrassment, or whatever. It feels like such a stupid thing to ask for. He knows Tim’s not really a hugger or a touchy-feely guy or whatever and that he likes having his own space and basically always hops out of bed right after sex to go write down all the shit his post-nut clarity made him think of, and the idea of, like, just staying still and actually cuddling or whatever is probably basically literal torture to him, assuming it’s ever even occurred to him at all, just . . . 

Just he’d kind of like to sometimes, maybe? Like–not regularly or whatever, he’s not trying to drive Tim nuts or cut into either his worktime or downtime here, just . . .

Just he’d like to do it sometimes, that’s all. 

Tim’s not the tactile type. Tim isn’t even the eye contact type, unless he’s lying to somebody or at work or just faking it for Robin-mode or whatever. Kon gets that. He’s been, like–careful about that. Not trying to take up too much space or ask for too much attention or mind when Tim doesn’t even look up at him when he– 

He’s been careful about it. 

But he is . . . well. The tactile type. Like . . . kind of, anyway. 

Like–it’s kinda unavoidable, honestly. 

“Oh,” Tim says, blinking at him in just enough bemusement to make him feel even more self-conscious about bringing this shit up to begin with, and Kon tries to keep his expression casual and noncommittal and–and just normal about this. Because he is totally normal about this. He is so normal about this. He is.

He’s also normal about the fact that when he asked Tim if he could talk to him about something, Tim didn’t even put down his tablet. Didn’t even put it to sleep, or actually even look up from it until . . . 

Kon’s normal about that. About all of this. 

(and he definitely never feels kind of weird or a little bit abandoned because Tim can’t EVER just bring his stupid laptop back to bed or at least work on whatever he’s thinking about IN the bedroom at the untouched desk he's got set up in there or even just, like . . . stick around and hang out on the couch with him, or anything like that. he definitely totally ENTIRELY doesn’t ever just feel like a casual fuckbuddy or an easy hookup or a gala-night accessory or just the most immediately convenient option and not actually–not actually any kind of a–not actually something that– 

he doesn’t. 

definitely.)

“Uh,” Kon says, and backpedals awkwardly, because clearly this conversation is not going the way he’d wanted it to and Tim just looks so surprised by it all, like–like it never even occurred to him or something, that maybe . . . that maybe Kon would want anything like that, or like he literally just hasn’t noticed how hard Kon’s been trying to be normal about it, or . . . 

It doesn’t feel very good, the idea he’s been trying so hard to respect Tim’s space and preferences and comfort levels and Tim hasn’t even noticed that he was doing anything at all. 

Especially because Tim usually notices just about everything. 

Maybe Tim’s just never thinking about it. Maybe he gets out of bed so quick because he’s spent the whole time in it thinking about other shit and just putting up with–just– 

“Kon,” Tim says, his voice going a little tight, and Kon just tries not to wince. He didn’t mention any of the complicated stuff he’s been trying not to feel, he just asked if Tim could–if Tim would– 

He didn’t even mention any of the complicated stuff, so it’s, like–not a great sign that Tim’s looking at him like that right now, like he’s said something really serious or upsetting or . . . 

He really shouldn’t have said anything, yeah. 

“Sorry,” he tries stiffly, glancing away and wrapping his hand around his own wrist and digging his fingers into the inside of it. It’s–tactile. Just . . . something tactile. “I know you don’t–sorry. Uh. Just forget it.” 

“Fuck,” Tim mutters for some reason, and Kon feels like such an idiot for saying anything at all, and a worse one for apparently doing it in a way that’s got Tim making that face at him. That face is Robin’s “my utility belt is empty, comms are fried, and the mission just went to shit” face. 

He really fucked this up. It was fine. Everything was fine, and now he’s wrecked it and Tim’s about to say it’s not even that serious, it’s not like it’s even–not like they’re even–and that Kon’s clearly gotten the wrong idea and they should just–just– 

“How long have you felt this way?” Tim asks very, very carefully, like the question’s something fragile, and Kon thinks from literally the first fucking time you left me alone in bed all night so you could go recalibrate some stupid useless specialty sensor that wasn’t even part of your primary gear, like, a WEEK into us sleeping together and says, “I dunno. It’s not–I told you. Forget it. It’s not a big deal.” 

He’s being weird about this. He’s being an asshole about this, actually, because being prepared for literally every single possible contingency ever is the Bats’ whole thing and he got into this knowing Tim wasn’t the touchy-feely type or all that expressive and emotive about–about his feelings, or whatever, and–and it’s not like he even–not like he– 

(he just wants a fucking HUG he didn't have to FUCK him for every now and then, or for Tim to at least exist in the same space as him for longer than the time it takes for the next email from Oracle to come in or next alert from Batman to go off or next self-assigned project to finish processing or–

but that’s not something Tim does, and Kon knew that going in, so–so it’s his own stupid fault if he feels SMALL sometimes, when . . . when there’s always something else, always another problem to solve or place to be or thing to think about, always . . . always something more important than just . . . staying, just for a little bit, and just BEING with–with him. just him. not the team, or either of their families, or . . .)

He knew all this going in, Kon reminds himself. He knew it. If he were this bad at being with literally anyone else, he’d just–he’d just– 

But something about it being Tim means he just . . . can’t. 

Tim’s jaw tightens, and he finally sets down his stupid tablet. 

Only now, though, Kon thinks bitterly, and digs his fingers a little deeper into the inside of his wrist. 

“Kon,” Tim says again, says too carefully again. Like something’s fragile, again. “I–” 

“I said forget it, for fuck’s sake!” Kon snaps too hotly, and maybe hates himself for both doing it and for the stricken look that doing it puts on Tim’s face, and also maybe cheats a bit by super-speeding straight out the balcony door into the night air and not taking his cell or his communicator with him. Or–definitely does, in fact. Definitely that’s cheating. He knows it is. 

He just really can’t stand to hear Tim tell him how he’s fucked up this time right now, though. He just–he tried so fucking hard not to fuck up this time. 

He really, really tried. 

He should’ve known it wouldn’t work, but . . . but he really did try.

[recent-rose]

intrigued by the idea that jayce dooms viktor to become the herald because he loves viktor too much to let him die. but mage!viktor could also choose not to save jayce from the storm in order to save himself from that fate, and yet he too loves too much to let go of jayce. endless cycle only broken by their choice to go together.

[caeslxys]

I’ve mentioned this elsewhere but it feels relevant again in light of the most recent episode. Something that’s really fascinating to me about Orym’s grief in comparison to the rest of the hells’ grief is that his is the youngest/most fresh and because of that tends to be the most volatile when it is triggered (aside from FCG, who was two and obviously The Most volatile when triggered.)

As in: prior to the attack on Zephrah, Orym was leading a normal, happy, casual life! with family who loved him and still do! Grief was something that was inflicted upon him via Ludinus’ machinations, whereas with characters like Imogen or Ashton, grief has been the background tapestry of their entire lives. And I think that shows in how the rest of them are largely able to, if not see past completely (Imogen/Laudna/Chetney) then at least temper/direct their vitriol or grief (Ashton/Fearne/Chetney again) to where it is most effective. (There is a glaring reason, for example, that Imogen scolded Orym for the way he reacted to Liliana and not Ashton. Because Ashton’s anger was directed in a way that was ultimately protective of Imogen—most effective—and Orym’s was founded solely in his personal grief.)

He wants Imogen to have her mom and he wants Lilliana to be salvageable for Imogen because he loves Imogen. But his love for the people in his present actively and consistently tend to conflict with the love he has for the people in his past. They are in a constant battle and Orym—he cannot fathom losing either of them.

(Or, to that point, recognize that allowing empathy to take root in him for the enemy isn't losing one of them.)

It is deeply poignant, then, that Orym’s grief is symbolized by both a sword and shield. It is something he wields as a blade when he feels his philosophy being threatened by certain conversational threads (as he believes it is one of the only things he has left of Will and Derrig, and is therefore desperately clinging onto with both bloody hands even if it makes him, occasionally, a hypocrite), but also something he can use in defense of the people he presently loves—if that provocative, blade-grief side of him does not push them—or himself—away first.

(it won’t—he is as loved by the hells as he loves them. he just needs to—as laudna so beautifully said—say and hear it more often.)

[sleepyskydraws]

💛 Keep your memories close to your heart 💛

[oneluckydragon]

Thinking about how these two met. Get adopted, idiot.

More human!Echo.

[da-janela-lateral]

And You and I

[vampiric-fangirl]

^ me when i have religious trauma and self-worth issues that revolve around believing i am nothing more than a weapon to be used so i attach myself codependent style to the first person who shows me kindness/gives me attention/makes me feel like i'm worth something and devote myself to becoming perfect for them and supporting them and serving them and making them happy in every way i can for the rest of my existence (if they die, i will feel like i have not only lost everything but also myself, entirely). because that's the only purpose i can ever imagine myself having. because i have religious trauma and self-worth issues.

for better or for worse.

[mcybree]

I prepared this ask in the Notes app only for Tumblr to not let me copy and paste the text so here’s a screenshot bc I’m not typing all that again lol

there’s this funny trend i see in trafficblr art, in that, when there’s a lineup of every past winner, most players will be surrounded by symbols that were relevant to their POV, and perhaps drawn with the last emotion they’d felt just before death (or maybe just whatever emotion the artist most associates with the character). The winners might be doing something, or in a pose that reflects how they won—there are a million ways to make a life series winners’ piece. What’s funny about it is that no one ever seems to know what to do with Scott. He’s most often just standing there looking mildly disgruntled. And for the symbols he’s most depicted with, it’s typically poppies, which are only relevant to the first season; last life scott does not place any importance on poppies, poppies dont ever come up beyond a brief interaction in episode 1, and jimmy as a whole is less relevant to scott’s pov in last life than he is in every other season.

not that this is an issue with the art; the pieces are beautifully done, it’s just representative of how little fandom discussion there is about scott’s win thematically. Most discussion I see are about the watchers and how they hate scott for defying him or whatever, but watcher lore is not discussion of the series itself as much as it is a fan creation that is retroactively applied to create meaning.

Scott’s Last Life win, to me, was achieved through accomplishing what Third Life Scott could not.

Scott spent 3L waiting for his day one ally to die. He kept Jimmy at a distance, often fully gearing himself up first before backtracking to help Jimmy along. There’s a funny disparity in episode 5, where Jimmy spends the entire episode trying to get good enchants on his iron armor, while Scott sets up a villager and gets good enchants for the full diamond set that he’d already had in storage, in about half the time Jimmy took trying to accomplish his own goal, iirc. This disparity is also something scott acknowledges with the “I’ll always be more powerful than you” line, but it’s been a while since ive written a post like this so i unfortunately do not have the episode number memorized on that one anymore. But Scott goes on to explain that he’ll always have better armor and weapons, which is why Jimmy could never kill him. This is all to say that Jimmy and Scott do not stand on equal grounds in their alliance, and, more importantly, Scott does not depend on Jimmy. The progress Scott makes in Third Life is entirely his own, with Jimmy as more of an afterthought than a teammate.

This is what landed Scott his all time lowest placement. After Jimmy dies first, Scott loses sight of his priorities and dedicates his remaining time alive to avenging Jimmy, rather than focusing on his own longevity (like he’d go on to do in future seasons). And, in that way, Scott’s attitude towards Jimmy (disposable, going to die, unreliable) was an indirect contributor to Scott’s low placement.

In contrast: Scott could not have won Last Life without Pearl. Scott has to rely on Pearl from day 1, having only two lives to start with himself. Pearl gives Scott two lives total. Pearl and Scott are almost always together. They made it to the final four by each other’s side. And that forced day 1 reliance on pearl breaks down the role scott typically assumes (*he’s* supposed to be the person people rely on, he’s supposed to be the one bringing everything to the table) which curbs his tendency to see himself as above others, which then allows for the most genuine happiness i have ever seen him have in an alliance.

The comparison between the way Scott talks to Pearl and the way Scott talks to Jimmy is like night and day. Scott doesn’t compliment or otherwise say anything supportive towards Jimmy (save for the “I believe in you! MCC has trained you for this moment!” during Jimmy’s dare to flare attempt) until after Jimmy has already died. With Pearl, however, Scott is much more open about his care towards her, saying that she’s his best friend and that he loves her as early as episode 2. There’s more examples but between last life and third life, Scott’s attitude towards his primary ally is completely different, and i think it’s symptomatic of Scott allowing himself to love and be vulnerable rather than keeping himself at a distance. And i think that it’s so special that scott won the season where he was so close with his day one alliance, directly because of his day one alliance.

because, to me, one of scott’s defining characteristics is his self reliance. He will have allies, yes, but he often assumes a supportive role and acts as a supplier. He doesnt like taking things from other people. Last Life is different because Scott relies on Pearl, too. It’s also not a coincidence that last life is the only season where scott is normal about jimmy but that’s a different post

tldr yes scott won last life with the power of love but not in the way people say he did (ignoring the boogeyman curse was strategy ☝️)

I SHOULD NOTE, though, that the boogeyman curse was still a fail. Although purposeful, Scott receives the penalty and apologizes to his team. He says he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. I do think that his words here aren’t fully honest— he’d admitted earlier that this choice was fully for strategy. But I also think his apologetic attitude here is genuine. Scott is a perfectionist, he needs to succeed; failing, though purposeful, still hurts. He feels the need to apologize. It means so much to me that his win in last life directly follows the choice to fail on purpose. I’m insane though idk

third life scott embodies scotts flaws while last life scott is him overcoming them 👍 is what im trying to say 👍 last life scott is everything that third life scott could not bring himself to be, in allowing himself to love and depend on other people and overall just be a person.

[rainybraindays]

Ships that are like "do you love me" "as much as someone like me can" make me froth at the fucking mouth

[miniscule-meow]

Charlie and Felix: About as Well as Expected

Masterpost

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: Minimal Real G/t, Swears

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Felix steps into the classroom, catching Charlie’s eye. In that unspoken second, they both know that the other knows. Felix knows Charlie spoke to her brothers and he can surmise that she was probably told to stay away from him. Charlie knows that Felix figured out who her family was.

To her credit, Charlie smiles at him. Well, she tries to at least, it turns out closer to a polite grimace. Seeing that look on her face causes his heart to snag, to which he furrows his brow in response. None of this should affect him, she’s just some mundane. He really shouldn’t care about what she thinks of him. She can think he’s a monster, plenty of people do. It doesn’t matter. He brushes past her, going to sit in his normal spot towards the back of the room. If anything, he should be relieved that she won’t be pestering him anymore. He’ll just have to think of something to tell his coordinator. ‘Things didn’t really work out, but I’m making an effort to be more friendly with other mundanes here.’ Something like that should work.

It is, of course, right after he makes this decision that their professor assigns another group project. This time, as promised, they are allowed to choose their own partners.

Felix sees Charlie tense in her seat. Their other classmates are already moving around, pairing up with one another. This would be a good opportunity for him to meet someone new. This class is big enough, it’s likely that there’s someone in here that hasn’t heard the gossip about him.  Honestly, most people at this college probably don’t know who or what he is, and even if they do know, they don’t really care. It’s just that the few that do know and care seem to be obnoxiously loud about it. He’s about to go and try his luck with some random classmate, when Charlie turns around. Their eyes meet again. She looks hesitant. Before he can think about how it’s a bad idea, he rises, striding over and taking the seat next to her.

“Beauregard,” He greets her, a quiet confirmation of what they already know.

“Hey,” she says, more reserved than she’s previously been. She busies herself with getting out her computer and her notebook.

“You know, I thought that with being the social butterfly that you are, you would have a line of people wanting to partner with you,” At this, she actually does grimace, mumbling something about not really being all that social. “Well, at any rate, you fine being stuck with me again?”

“Um. Yeah. Yeah, that’s… fine.” Her words are terse, she seems to be as uncomfortable as she is relieved that he’s here, talking to her.

“We can try it out your way this time,” he offers, keeping his tone light. “Go to lunch after this, and work on the project together?”

“Are you sorry?” She asks suddenly, her voice low, her eyes flicking to meet his, then darting away.

“No,” he says, after a brief moment of consideration. “Why should I be?”

“I mean, about my brothers?” She clarifies, just in case he didn’t know what she was talking about. He knew what she meant, and his answer is the same. No. He is not sorry, and he doesn’t regret it. So what if some of the etiquette was missing? The end result was the same as it would have been if he had challenged her brother to a proper duel. That fight is what finally made people take him seriously. He looks at her for a moment, knowing that she wants him to say yes and apologize. Instead, he just shrugs.

“No. I’m not sorry.”

“You- but you almost killed Mars,” he leans in, hissing the words in a hushed whisper.

“That’s a bit dramatic for what actually happened,” he says, resisting the urge to scratch at the scar on his right hand, a souvenir from the fight.

“He was down for months,” her expression slowly turning horrified as his lack of remorse colors the picture of him that her brothers put in her head. It doesn’t matter. He reminds himself

“That’s just- supers do that, okay?” He says, keeping his voice low. He doesn’t feel like he needs to explain himself to her, but he keeps talking anyway. “You fight, and you win. Or you don’t. I respect your brother, he’s strong as hell,” he admits easily, despite it being the first time that he’s said that out loud to anyone. “It was a good fight, I’m not sorry for winning.” He continues when she just stares at him, “I almost didn’t win. I might not get so lucky if I ever had to fight him again, which I don’t want to do, by the way.” Still, Charlie doesn’t break her silence. She just looks at him. Her hazel eyes aren’t holding accusations, but she looks at him with some kind of concern and a sadness that he doesn't know her well enough to discern any real meaning from. “Alright. Can you not look at me like that?” She tears her eyes away from him, frowning down at the desk instead. “What? Did you want me to lie?” He can’t stop the bitter edge from cutting into his tone.

Charlie stays quiet, rigidly still, just staring down at the desk in front of her. When she finally speaks again, her voice is quiet, and hollow, “Are you sure you’re not just talking to me, because it’ll piss off my brothers? Because I really don’t want to be in the middle of… all that.”

“It really feels like you think that I’m thinking about your brothers way more than I actually am. I’m not scheming, Charlie. I just want to hang out, get lunch, be friends, whatever. Believe it or not, I’m surprisingly capable of doing normal people shit.”

“Irregardless. My—”

“That’s not a word,” he says, scrunching his face.

“What?” She says, her momentum jolted enough that she finally brings her eyes to his again. The renewed eye contact gives him a warm victorious feeling inside.

“‘Irregardless,�� not a word.”

“That’s- yes it is. It just means the same thing as ‘regardless.’”

“Then why not use the word that’s actually a real word?” He asks, quirking his brow, a smirk pulling across his lips.

“I—” he chuckles as she makes an incredulous noise, flamed that he would nitpick her vocabulary in the middle of what she believes to be a serious conversation. “Either way,” she says, pointedly choosing a different phrase entirely, “my brother told me to stay away from you.”

“Which one?” He asks, unsurprised.

“Does it matter?”

“I’m just curious.”

“Jeremey,” she answers with a huff, Felix hums in response.

“Do you always let your brother tell you what to do?” His tone remains light and teasing.

“When I think he’s right,” she says, looking away from him.

This stops him. Any mirth from before drains from his eyes. His gaze hardening suddenly, he huffs a short laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

“I just- I know you hate, like, my whole family. Why would I be any different? I don’t want you to use me to hurt them, okay?”

“Do you really—” he bites back whatever retort he was going to say, a muscle tensing in his cheek at he grits his teeth. He shakes his head, cooling off some of his indignation.

He doesn’t owe her anything. He doesn’t need to defend himself. If she wants to imagine that he’s horrible and simply here to hurt everyone around him, that’s up to her.

Everyone wants everything to be his fault, and he’s so tired of it. He’s not perfect, but he’s valid in this. Her brother is fine. Everything is fine. It’s ridiculous that he’s even here at this school, when he hasn’t really done anything more than being better at using his ability than other supers. It isn’t fair.

 Fucking mundanes.

Fucking Beauregards.

Fuck.

“Okay,” he says, his tone clipped and detached, despite the emotion quickly welling inside of him. “No to lunch then. I’ll take the first half of the questions this time, send me the doc whenever.” With that, he taps the desk and heads out of the classroom.

His thoughts are jumbled, his rage boiling inside of him. 'When I think he's right,' she said. He can only imagine the sort of things Jeremey would say about him, about how dangerous he is. Painting him to be some sort of terrible monstrosity. And she believed him.

Like he would ever go and hurt some defenseless mundane. He's been there, it sucked. Before he snapped into his ability, he lost every fight that came his way. And the fights never stopped coming his way. Everyone was so power hungry, hurting those weaker than them, just because they could. And if they weren't doing that, they sure as hell weren't doing anything to stop it.

But suddenly, when he's able to stand up for himself, he's the problem. He's the dangerous one.

Sure.

His emotions stoke the power inside of him, he feels it swell. The pressure builds, emanating out from what feels like the center of his bones. It tingles beneath the surface of his skin until his hands feel like they’re burning with pins and needles. It isn’t painful, but it’s not something that’s easy to ignore. His limbs ache with the desire to stretch out, and even though he steps out of the building into the bright afternoon, he begins to feel the creeping sensation of claustrophobia. Though, the only thing containing him is himself.

Replaying their conversation over in his mind, it honestly went about as well as he expected. He stomps his way to the clearing to go blow off some steam.

[charmac]

Genuine question. Do you like or dislike Rob? Your posts tend to imply both feelings hahaha

Do I like Rob?

[thebirdandhersong]

also: not only is June Hur's writing full of research on medieval Korea, shot through with Christian values, bristling with mystery and neo-Confucian philosophy of the time period, and embroidered here and there with the occasional romance....... she's also FUN. She makes Pinterest boards and playlists for her books. She regularly posts on instagram about obscure historical things she finds cool in her research. She wrote a oneshot recently, in which all the couples in her books (...which would make 2 couples, because she tends to focus more on family and friendship) are reincarnations of the same two people. This woman wrote fanfiction of her own work.

[theabyssalorange]

Hey, EarthSpark? Hey, hello, how you doing? Hey, wasn't keeping all the Decepticons imprisoned presented as a bad thing the villains did in season 1? And in season 3 the good guys kept all the Decepticons in the prison dome?? Where are you going!? You come back here right now!!