#otp: it's a good thing i love you

[chenoweth]

Archival footage of Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel from Idina Menzel: Which Way to the Stage? (2022)

[wistfulwatcher]

13.15 Annihilator | 17.06 Message in a Bottle

[lizardkingeliot]

I posted this on twitter earlier but it occurs to me I should stop neglecting tumblr so much so do you guys wanna see the first tiny sneak peek of the upcoming sequel to my Loustat reunion fic? My happy place is Louis curling up in Lestat's lap tbh...

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Louis gave a little shake of his head. Took a long, deep drag on his cigarette, huffed out a veil of smoke. “Talkin’ in my sleep I guess,” he said, trying to think back. Finding nothing from the hours between falling asleep draped on top of Lestat in the coffin and the moment he’d blinked awake alone. “Make room.” Lestat took a final, lingering drag on his cigarette. Stubbed it out in the ashtray on the table beside him. Opened his arms with his eyes fixed and unblinking on Louis. Arms like wings, arms like doorways drawing Louis home. At once, Louis crawled into his lap, tucked his legs up, threw one arm around Lestat’s neck with his cigarette chugging like a smoke stack between his fingers. He sighed with his whole chest, pressed his face to Lestat’s neck and breathed the scent of him in. “You fed already,” he said, smelling the blood pumping hot and thick in the font of his artery. Louis’ fangs fell down just a hair before he forced them to pop back in.

[dylanconrique]

tim "i'm not trying to be romantic" → gets his girlfriend a 1st place trophy before she even takes the detectives exam because he believes in her so much, and then writing in a little '7' next to it after she notified him that she didn't do as well as she had hoped SEEMS PRETTY FUCKING ROMANTIC TO ME.

[guinevereslancelot]

babe would you still love me if we were superheroes and you were in danger and i went absolutely bonkers and crossed every moral boundary imaginable to protect you at literally any cost?

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF SHENKO 1/?

The end of the world has a way of reminding you of all the things you forgot to say do. Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (2021)

[leviiackrman]

“What if he stares at you every time you look away?”

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[romanceddawn]

tbh im really liking this duel so far, and its a shame because i've heard that ryuji and yugi's rivalry gets ironed out and the story moves on at some point but man he is such a good rival set up for yugi, they make a good parallel to yami and kaiba

[lover-of-mine]

I've been holding on to every shred of hope...

[tallqueennancy]

- Nikos Kazantzakis

[supermarine-silvally]

Could I pretty pretty please ask for 💗 for my beloved Portada, Hadley love? 💜

Here you go, my dear Dolly!! <3 tysm for the request; it got long af but I always underestimate how much I enjoy writing Ace Angst heheh

No direct spoilers, but written in such a way that anyone who Knows can read between the lines lol hope you enjoy!! <3

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

Ace hated Loguetown. 

It wasn’t the shops; those were objectively fine. Maybe a bit pricey at times, but there were enough of them around that he could easily take his business elsewhere if he felt he was getting a raw deal. Nor was it the pubs (well, save for one notable exception), nor the tourists, nor even the occasional increased presence of Marines. No, what he hated about Loguetown was that he couldn’t exactly tell anyone that he hated Loguetown. 

Because that would always lead to the follow-up question he really didn’t want to answer: Why?

And sure, he could lie, and blame it on pricey shops or low-quality pubs or loud, annoying tourists or having to outrun a determined Marine captain once in a while. But anyone who knew Ace knew that he didn’t have a problem with any of those things on any other island they ever visited. Which would lead him back to the infernal question of why. Why Loguetown? What could possibly be there that turned an otherwise cheerful, fun-loving guy into a broody, angry young man?

There were three people in the entirety of Whitebeard’s fleet who knew Ace’s secret. The first to find out was Deuce, his vice-captain from his Spade Pirates days and who now served on Whitebeard’s massive medical division. The masked man had learned of it back when the two had found themselves stranded on Sixis Island at the same time. Ace hadn’t admitted it so much as Deuce had sort of managed to guess it. His initial negative reaction had been what Ace always feared, but Deuce had fortunately come around shortly before luck would bestow them with the Mera Mera no Mi, and Ace had gained the powers he would become infamous for.

The second who knew was Whitebeard. What sort of ‘son’ would Ace be if he kept such a massive secret from the man he called Pops? Ace had feared the worst when the words left his lips, but Whitebeard had merely chuckled in response. “We are all children of the sea,” he had said, and Ace had felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, if only for a moment.

And the third, of course, was Yara. His Yara; Yara who had shared her secret in turn, removing her eyepatch to reveal the most beautiful heterochromatic eyes he had ever seen-- and boy, did he want to punch anyone who had ever made her feel otherwise. He could have kissed her that night, underneath the stars, but it would take him much, much longer before he finally surrendered to a love he had no chance of ever winning against. As far as Ace was concerned, those were the three people who would ever get to know. Even his other closest friends would have to be kept in the dark. It was better that way. 

All of those things floated around Ace’s mind as he returned to the small ship Whitebeard had ordered him to take for his mission. It was a simple enough task; all he had to do was meet with a supplier who had promised the Whitebeard Pirates a new supply line running from the East Blue into the Grand Line. Fairly standard pirate stuff, especially for an Emperor’s crew. Usually it would be something that First Division would handle, but Marco was away dealing with a distress call from an allied fleet who had encountered an unknown illness and required the support of a skilled doctor. So Ace, as Second Division Commander, gladly stepped up to the plate. 

Until he heard that the site of his mission was fucking Loguetown. And by then, it was too late to back out. 

So he had gone to Loguetown with his men, and he had hated every second of it, determinedly keeping his eyes on anything but the town square and the ghastly tourist attraction located there. He had done his best to keep up with the jokes and the good humour that he was known for, but by the end of the day, he was exhausted and absolutely determined to go somewhere he wouldn’t be reminded of that man. The navigators, however, had decided against trying to tackle Reverse Mountain in the dark, meaning that he had to wait until daybreak before he could finally be out of there. It was such a pain. 

The port they were anchored in was fortunately far enough from the main town that Ace at least wasn’t confronted with too many reminders of the answer as to why he hated Loguetown so much. He could try his best to forget about it for a few hours, at least. 

Or that’s what he hoped, anyways.

Sighing, he leaned against the edge of the anchored ship, staring out at the open ocean, the tiny glints of stars reflecting off the water’s calm surface. Everyone he had met in town had been so pleasant. He thought of the old lady who had given him a discount on three bags of rice to take on their journey back to the Grand Line because he was just ‘such a nice young man.’ Would she still say the same thing if she knew about the blood that flowed through his veins? 

Do I deserve to be alive?

Ace had asked himself that question many times before. It was only fitting it would return to the forefront of his mind in this place, of all places. And it was all the fault of that man. 

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” a familiar voice spoke.

Ace sighed again. “Am I really that obvious?”

“To me, you are.” Yara perched herself on the gunwale. She was wearing the new sundress that she had purchased for herself back in town, her long violet hair swept over her shoulder in a loose ponytail. “I should’ve insisted Pops find someone else for this mission. It wasn’t fair to send you.”

“Eh, I can cope.” He tried to shrug it off. “And besides, you look gorgeous in that dress, so it was worth it in the end.”

Yara frowned. She clearly wasn’t buying it. “Alright, now tell me how you really feel.”

“I said I’m--”

“Ace. Please. Don’t bullshit me.”

He let out a heavy sigh, his gaze resting on a buoy that bobbed a few metres away from their ship. “I hate it here. Everywhere I looked, it was like he was tormenting me from beyond the grave. Him and his damn legacy.” 

The look in Yara’s eyes was sympathetic as she reached out, smoothing a strand of raven hair behind his ear. She kept silent, allowing him to continue rambling.

“I know it’s bad to say, but I wish I could torch this whole place to the ground. Then maybe the world could move on.” Maybe I could finally find a shred of peace from it all. 

“You know the World Government would never let that happen, Loguetown or no Loguetown.” She laughed bitterly. “They certainly love their bogeymen.”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I know. It’s never gonna end. I’m just… cursed forever, doomed for the entire world to hate me because of him and his stupid treasure. Maybe there’s no way out, except…”

Yara gently tilted his head, bringing their eyes to meet. “Now you listen to me, Portgas D. Ace.” She cupped her hands around his face, thumbs brushing tenderly against his freckled cheeks. “You are not your father. None of his deeds are your deeds. None of his sins are your sins. Anyone who can’t see that is an idiot of the highest order, blinded by World Government propaganda or their own ignorant grudges.”

Ace blinked, feeling the conviction behind her words. Yara leaned closer to him, her breath ghosting against his face as she pressed her forehead to his. Ace’s arms wrapped protectively around her waist, his fingers tracing the zipper at the back of her dress.

“You are the most wonderful man in the world, and the best thing that has ever happened to me,” she whispered, her lips hovering only centimetres away from his. “Fuck your father. Fuck Loguetown. Fuck the world. You deserve to be alive, and you deserve to be loved.”

He swallowed, emotion gathering as a hot lump in his throat. “Yara…”

She pressed her lips to his with such adamant tenderness that it stole the air from his lungs. He kissed her back with the devotion of a prayer whispered in an empty cathedral, the softness between them melding together in slow, careful movements. Ace’s tension ebbed away, leaving him with the sensation of floating among a sea of stars, anchored to Earth only by the honeyed taste of Yara’s lips. 

“I love you,” she breathed as she pulled away ever so slightly, fingers stroking the side of his face. “Never forget that.” 

“You really don’t think he was a monster, huh?” he whispered.

She shook her head. “The biggest monsters in my life have all carried the World Government’s flag. I can’t see how a man who opposed that could be so evil.”

Ace stared at her for a moment before letting out a small laugh. “I can’t wait to introduce you to Luffy. I have a feeling the two of you are gonna get along great.”

Yara smiled as she slid down from the gunwale. “I’m very much looking forward to meeting your brother someday.”

“Just to warn you, he’s a handful.”

“So are you, my dearest fireboy.”

Pulling her close, Ace pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “…Thank you, Yara. I shouldn’t think too much about my old man; not when I have the perfect family right here. You, Luffy, Pops… You’re everything I could ever want.” Everything I never dreamed I could have.

“C’mon.” She offered him a hand, and he took it. “Let’s get some rest before we depart.”

Nodding in agreement, Ace allowed her to lead him towards the captain’s quarters. Soon, Loguetown would be behind him. And while he could never truly escape his bloodline, he could at least take solace in those who loved him despite it.

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[chenoweth]

bt dubs i made this video sometime in 2021 and am finally posting it now, enjoy <3

[wistfulwatcher]

7.04 Painless | 5.02 Haunted

[silentstep]

Creator: tinfang_warble Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Wēn Qíng Characters: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Wēn Qíng (Módào Zǔshī) Additional Tags: Fanvid, Song: Bad Romance (Lady Gaga), Lucas Silveira - Freeform

For my birthday I asked for a ChengQing vid and now HERE IT IS IN ALL ITS GLORY. If you enjoyed, I encourage you to leave a comment or kudos for tinfang_warble on AO3!

[fantastic-nonsense]

"Kaz should give his childhood farm to Jesper and Wylan as a wedding gift or something" I say offhandedly in the replies of my post about Kanej not wanting to live there themselves as a split-second compromise for what he should do with it instead and then proceed to think very hard about that very scenario

[uldren-sov]

just some infamous thots but...

I love that we get language in the story that The Band hasn't really talked about "BreakupGate" or even The Vote in the three years since it happened. That they're happy enough to sweep it under the rug, tiptoe around it, or avoid seriously talking about it completely with MC.

I also love that there's a little bit of guilt there through what we hear about Iris at the Overkill (potentially) and Devyn outright during rehearsal (the "sorry" coming from nowhere right?). I imagine that MC at least has seen more comments along Rowan's lines (like just be glad you weren't there for BreakupGate toward August) than anyone trying to actually face what happened.

With Camy, I think the band's lack of willingness to address it is excused by Camy's behavior. She's never given them any real cause to assume she's not fully over it even though it is still a very sensitive topic to her. I think the break up and Seven leaving hurt, and she had a "mourning period" but only as to what was acceptable before she felt her feelings were a burden and dragging the band down. She had to step up, she had to chew through and spit out her feelings for the sake of the band's survival.

She had to continue living the life she and Seven lived without Seven and somehow do it better. The BOTB blurb confirms that she achieved this, she succeeded.

But I love thinking about: at what cost?

And tl;dr it's her personal life, her personal feelings on the issue, her love life, etc. I do not think she gave herself enough time to even think on the matter and to that point I do not think that she trusts her friends with those feelings since they've turned into her responsibility and they've been unwilling to really engage with her meaningfully. Are they concerned? Of course. Are they going to act on it? Doesn't look like it.

It seems like everyone was content to move past it, maybe breathe a sigh of relief when it appeared Camy got back on her feet, and move on without much thought to her outside of equating her assuming responsibility as her being over it all.

Which, to me, is why the Night scene with Seven on the bus is so interesting.

She tells him point blank that she hasn't gotten over him, over them.

I think that's one of the first time she's told anyone she still has lingering feelings on the break up, on The Vote. And it's to Seven. Yes, her rival, yes, who hates her, but yes, it's to someone she's no longer responsible for, someone she no longer has to support and be the leader for. Yes, she has to be strong and guarded in front of Seven, but no, not for the same reasons. Despite how much it hurt to admit and then to be rejected, I think there's some twisted relief in being able to tell someone about it, finally, and know she was going to get an honest response.

I don't think she regretted it either ... :)

At least, until Soft Violence's latest song and performance ... :)