#my thoughts on OTP's

[lizardkingeliot]

Do you remember the best you ever had?

[panevanbuckley]

soulmate au where your soulmate's thoughts appear on your skin except your soulmate has adhd and your body becomes a living canvas of nonsensical, never-ending, constantly entertaining trails of thought

[lover-of-mine]

The nod when Buck fixes the situation before Eddie can ask vs the head shake when he can't fix it when Eddie asks.

[bertoyana]

X-MEN APOCALYPSE (2016)

+bonus:

[theladyeowyn]

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) dir. Peter Jackson

[lavellenchanted]

The thing about being a Grey Warden . . . you don't get too attached. Any day could be your last, so you learn: keep it casual. Don't make friends with your team. Don't start thinking about a griffon like he's your kid. And whatever you do, no matter what, don't even think about falling hard for your boss. Trouble is, it's too late. I already did.

[sydney015]

‼️THE DARK ARTIFICES SPOILERS‼️

Magnus’s little freak out of Alec dying in Thule and scolding him is one of the cutest and most underrated Malec moments in my opinion. There’s so many little Malec quotes that live rent free in my head and this is one of them

[wistfulwatcher]

2.05 The Aftermath | 5.01 Nameless, Faceless

[urghblergh]

You've got fancy colour-coordinated outfits for an important event, but the only way to get there is using Post-Canon Cardassian Public Transport or something. ✨

[vakarianshepard]

Come back alive. It'd be an awfully empty galaxy without you.

Happy Valentine's Day!! 💖💖

[the-fatal-impact]

Hanush of Leipa: Ha! That was such a great idea to send Hans and Henry to hunting trip together! They become such a good friends.

Hanush of Leipa: But if that didn't work...

Hanush of Leipa: I would send them to another trip with accommodation in inn with only last room left and with only ONE BED!

Hanush of Leipa: That would teach them!

[lizardkingeliot]

Oh, love. I'm merely waiting until you're happy. So hurry up, mon cher.

[clairesbeauchamp]

7.03 | 7.15

[lover-of-mine]

The infamous kitchen scene vs some of the Abandon 'Ships dialogue

[uldren-sov]

the reality (not the expectation) of what it's like sleeping with Seven Lawless. - Camy Rose ~dated five years ago~

Comm'd the amazing and talented @aevari tysm bestie!! Of yet another meme of my OC Camy and @infamous-if 's most divisive clingy sleeper Seven Lawless

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[galedekarios]

thinking about how gale's love language is acts of service.

people have talked at length about how he cooks for everyone at camp.

"the hand that feeds is the hand that's loved. it'll never leave your side now."

but that's not all of it, and it's a red thread that weaves itself through almost all his interactions throughout the game.

"magic is... my life. i've been in touch with the weave for as long as I can remember. would you like to experience this?"

gale shows the protag his world, his life, trying to connect them to the weave as he had once been, when he was still a chosen, still an archmage. it's not quite the same, it doesn't come quite as easy. still.

"i'm so very glad you came. to share this with me. i know this is all unreal, but i created it for you. you must know that you're... that you're very special to me. if things were different, if we were home, i'd have taken time to do things properly. to say it all better. but time is short. i'm in love with you."

gale knew he was living on borrowed, he knew it would run out eventually, even well before elminster came to deliver mystra's instructions.

he can't give the protag something different and they aren't home and they're not going to go home at the end of this. he knows this. time that once seemed so infinite when he was young is now whittled down to a single last night.

a last night that he uses to turn a dark and cursed land into a beautiful forest, northern lights dancing across a starry sky. he can't go home, he can't take the protag home, but he can give them an illusion of the centre of his universe, with all the well-loved things in it. there's no pretention here. books strewn across the floor, across the desk. sculptures, paintings, music. a view of home. the smell of the sea breeze.

baring his heart as well his soul in the little time he still has left to use how he sees fit.

"let me show you more. when you wake, it will be back in our small, dirty, bloody patch of existence. but stay with me now. there are endless worlds out there. countless ways to declare love. infinite ways to express it. too much for one night... but we shall try."

let me show you waterdeep, let me show you my home, my universe. let me show you how it would have been, could have been, if i did have time. let me show you more. let me show you how much i love you in the one night we may have left together.

let me give my soul to you, in confidence.

"i'd actually been thinking of introducing the two of you anyway. over a sumptuous home-cooked meal, if that sounds at all to your taste? i make it to my mother's recipe."

he wants to give the protag a chance to get to know tara, the one constant in his life, the one who became his only friend, his safe haven in the storm, the one that bore witness to his greatest triumphs and most abject failures. he wants to cook for them. he wants to take them home so very badly—

and yet he knows he won't make the date.

"then have me, but have the best possible version of me. [...] think of what i offer: the vastness of eternity to explore, the weave at our fingertips... you would really prefer me as i am?"

he could be more for the protag, if they wish him to be. could be more, could be better.

without all the flaws, without all the things that make gale only who he is. the things that sometimes simply aren't enough. he could be everything that plain old gale dekarios, that even the wizarding prodigy gale of waterdeep, could never be.