#sab learns to gif

[lassieposting]

Paddy Gibson & Ben Barnes + Getting Into Character In Interviews

Ft. Archie and Jessie not letting them play lmao

[timetodiverge]

When you write an awesome scene for your fic with your characters swimming in a lake...and then remember that one of the characters has a canonical fear of water

[swanimagines]

SILENT ECHOES | KAZ & JORDIE RIETVELD

Note: This was my first fic for S2 and was published on March 22, 2023. So SaB spam incoming.

Summary: Your father is one of the only kind-hearted and honest merchants in Ketterdam, so when you find two boys who have contracted firepox at the alleyway, your father makes a flash decision to help them, and of course you are helping too.

Ketterdam was a city of thieves and murderers, a place where compassion was a luxury few could afford. That was something Kaz Rietveld had yet to learn. The naive, innocent boy wiping his sick brother’s sweaty face at that dirty alley. He already knew what was to come, and nobody would help them. The disease a Ravkan ship had brought Ketterdam had claimed them both, Jordie worse than him, but he still kept up hope that someone would help them. Maybe foolish hope, but he still looked up at every passerby who even glanced up their way, desperately hoping that someone kind would see them and take them to a medik.

And maybe some greater powers were looking over them, because one day, you, your father and the family maid were walking down the street, shopping groceries. Your father was one of the only honest merchants in all of Ketterdam - kind-hearted, generous, fair and loving. All those features were something not appreciated enough - people were expected to be cunning, cruel and greedy, but that wasn’t the case with your father, and your family was still wealthy. Enough wealth to have a big house, a family maid and a Grisha healer on a payroll, and your father was appreciated by those in need.

Still, it wasn’t like he was naive. He knew when someone was going to scam him, from the moment he met them. He had a knack of recognising such people, and that knack had never failed, so eventually people stopped attempting it.

You had inherited his kindness and selfless nature, so when you saw a little boy, maybe two years younger than you, sitting at the dirty alley, crying as he shook an older boy’s body, you stopped in your tracks, tugging your father’s sleeve.

“Dad,” you muttered, and his eyes followed yours, also seeing those two boys with firepox sores on their faces, and you both knew what was wrong. Firepox had struck them, and coming near them could be dangerous. But still, your father left your side, approaching the boys. The younger boy snapped his gaze up when he saw a shadow approaching, and your father knelt in front of him, quietly talking with him for a moment before putting his hand on the older boy’s forehead. Then, he turned to look at you and the maid.

“He’s still alive. Femke, please get Noor, bring her to our house.” he called out to the maid, and she nodded, immediately hurrying back towards your house. Your father then lifted the older boy up into his arms, nodding at you as a sign to help the younger one.

In any other case, you weren’t sure if your father would have helped like that, to be honest. He may have waited for Noor or a medik instead - but Noor was extremely skillful with her healing skills, so she would be able to stop the virus even before it would even start to affect you, your dad or anyone else living in your house.

“Come on,” you said as you smiled at the boy, reaching your hand towards him. He eyed you and your hand suspiciously for a moment, but then his eyes drifted towards the older boy in your father’s arms, and he carefully took your hand, letting you pull him with you.

He coughed into his hand as you walked towards your house located at the better area of Ketterdam, and people looked at you and your father in disgust, immediately either turning around or making their way around you as far as possible. But finally, you made it to the house and your father carried the older boy in, quickly walking up the steps to one of the guest rooms, you following him. By the time you reached the door, the older boy was already under the blanket, a towel on his forehead and Noor was getting ready to begin the healing process. The boy beside you gasped quietly, and you looked at him before nodding towards one of the beds.

“You should rest, our healer is the best in the whole city, she’ll be able to heal you and your friend,” you said and let go of his hand, but he didn’t yet move.

“Brother,” the boy corrected. “He’s my brother.”

“What’s his name?”

He was quiet for a moment, staring at his brother’s body, watching Noor working on him. You wished you’d see what he’s thinking at that moment, but decided to wait. They had clearly gone through a lot lately, it was natural if the boy was in shock.

“Jordie,” he finally replied with a hoarse voice and swallowed.

You nodded. “What’s yours?”

He kept a pause again, shorter than the last one, but you sensed he hesitated. But then he spoke anyway.

“Kaz.”

You nodded, running your thumb over the young boy's shoulder, and told him your name. "Noor will take care of both of you, I promise you’ll be alright. I’ll ask Femke to make you some soup or something hot to drink, okay?”

Kaz didn’t answer anything, staring forward blankly. Then he sighed and climbed up to the bed, pulling covers over himself. You could almost feel how warmth surged through his body for the first time in days as he made himself comfortable on the bed, his eyes looking at Jordie for a moment before his exhaustion kicked in and his eyes drooped closed. Noor smiled at you briefly and you nodded, closing the door behind you.

Her checking the rest of you for the disease was a task she’d do later, now the most important thing was that those two boys would turn out alright. Jordie looked like he had been just hours away from death, and it was a miracle you found them just in time. It was like Saints themselves had ascended on you and guided you to find them.

Maybe the city of Ketterdam wasn’t owned by thieves and murderers, not completely. Despite everything, there were people like your family, and you would always help those in need. People needed hope and compassion, and Kaz and Jordie had gotten that.

In a city of darkness, you and your family had been the only ones who had shown compassion for those two brothers, and they’d never forget what you did for them.

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Smitten

Zoya Nazyalensky x Fem!Grisha!Reader

I am such a Zoya simp I love her so much. I wrote this in like an hour, so it's not that good but I just needed to write for my queen.

Synopsis: You return to the little Palace after the Civil War. You find you aren't the only one who came back for Ravka.

Warnings: not at all proofread or edited, some spoilers for sab s2 obvi, show!Zoya bc I haven't read the king of scars duology yet, kind of ooc Zoya bc I'm trying to learn how to get her right, reader and Zoya being smitten and Genya making fun of them, not really any good plot lol.

You had come to the little palace when you were 8, your father bringing you from your village at the border with Frejda. He worried that the Frejdan raids would get you killed, especially after he realized you were Grisha. The day he said goodbye to you was the last day you saw him, leaving you in the big world with no family. That quickly changed when you became friends with another Grisha your age, a squaller with strong powers and an even stronger will.

You two grew up together, getting closer and closer. You even went on missions together in The Wandering Isle. That changed when General Kirigan found the Sun summoner and Ravka became unstable. You had been stationed in Kerch, working to recruit Grisha and free Grisha slaves. After news of the Darkling's attack, you stayed and found a place to live hiding away from the Civil War that raged back home. You only returned after Tsar Nikolai's coronation, bringing Grisha you freed in Kerch.

Walking into the Little Palace after years away, you felt a strange feeling of wistfulness. You used to love walking the grounds of the little palace, often with Zoya or Nina, enjoying the nativity of childhood.

Standing on the steps leading into the Little Palace was Genya Saffin, neatly dressed in a pale gold Kefta. Once, she would be in a bright Red kefta to show her station as Corparlki, but now every Grisha wore the same Gold Kefta. Gold being the colour of the Ravkan Crown. She looked radiant, but you always thought that.

"Y/N," Genya greeted as you approached, "It's nice to see you again."

You smiled, reaching out and pulling her into a hug, "I've missed you."

Genya grinned, standing beside you as you looked out over the grounds. Grisha and Otkazat'sya were lounging in the autumn sun, enjoying a peaceful afternoon.

Genya told you to follow her, leading you up the stairs and into the palace. She ran you over the current operation, how Alina had set out to make friendships with Shu-Han and Nikolai was trying to win the war against Frejda.

"Zoya is in charge of training," Genya said, watching your face change at the mention of your best friend, "She's in a meeting with Nikolai and some of his Generals."

You nodded, "She always did say she would be the leader one day."

Genya couldn't help the smile that crept on her face as she heard your heart rate spike and watched a blush creep up your cheeks as she stared at you.

"Come," Genya insisted, leading you back down the stairs and towards the Palace. There were hardly any guards around the grounds, they used to patrol every inch of the palace grounds, but now they only did on the fences. Genya lead you into the Palace, through the winding halls and towards what you assumed must be the meeting room. You had never actually been in the main palace, it was an honour reserved for The Darkling's favourite Grisha and the servants of the crown.

Genya didn't have to knock on the doors, the two guards opened it for her without a second thought.

The room was occupied by a massive mahogany table, with enough chairs for every General in the Ravkan army. Only two people were sitting at the table, though. Tsar Nikolai and Zoya Nazyalensky.

You and Genya both curtsied, "Moi Tsar."

"Y/N?" Zoya was on her feet quickly, she rushed to you and pulled you into a tight hug. You savoured it, Zoya wasn't really one for hugs.

She pulled away and held you at arm's length, "You cut your hair."

You laughed, flicking her hair, "So did you. I like it." Zoya tried to hide the blush on her cheeks from Genya, you were blissfully unaware.

Nikolai stood from his seat at the head of the table, "Y/N L/N?" He walked over to the three of you, "I've heard a lot about you."

You looked between Zoya and the King, "Good things, I hope?"

Zoya rolled her eyes at your pointed stare. Nikolai looked between the two of you, and then to Genya to confirm what he was thinking. Genya was just smiling at the two of you being hopeless.

"Only good things," Nikolai answered, nudging Zoya playfully. In the last few weeks the two had become good friends, now Nikolai could see how smitten the squaller was.

You settled in quickly, the little palace always was and always could be your home. You quickly slipped into a routine, helping fellow Grisha with their training and even teaching Otkazat'sya how the small science worked. Zoya had valued your advice greatly, often letting you consult on decisions about your own powers.

Today, you both had cleared the afternoon to spend time together, having a picnic by the lake like you did when you were children.

Genya had been teasing Zoya about it for days, giggling at how the girl grew red in the face at the mention of you and her. Zoya had been dropping hints for a while, even before you parted ways before the Civil war. There was always something more between you.

You were laying on the grass in the sun, listening to Zoya rattle off what had happened during her morning.

You hummed once she finished, "Sounds..."

You searched for the right word. 'Exciting."

"Tiring," Zoya offered at the same time.

You laughed, turning your head to look at her. The sun cast her in a glow, framing her like a saint. To you, she might as well have been. You were always amazed by Zoya, her power, her mind... her beauty.

Zoya looked down at you, thinking similar things. Your hair was splayed underneath you, framing you in a kind of halo. You could have been her sun in your golden Kefta - which Zoya was convinced was your colour. Glowing up at her with a smile that warmed every part of her.

"Saints," Zoya mumbled, realizing how head over heels she was.

You blinked up at her, "What?"

Zoya felt her ears burning, she was not the fumbling blushing lover. She knew what she wanted and went for it.

You reached out for her hand, clasping it tightly, 'Somethings off with you."

Zoya scoffed, "You're imagining things."

You laughed, sitting up and moving a little closer.

"I think I'm seeing things very clearly."

"Oh? And what is it you see, Koshka?"

You giggled at the old nickname, one she had given you when you were both 12.

"You are as quiet as a cat, Y/N."

It gave you the same warm feeling now as it did then.

"I see a lot," You said defensively, watching Zoya quirk an eyebrow at you.

"I see the way Genya nudges you," You said, watching Zoya's face, "I see the way your ears get red when I compliment you and your brilliant mind."

"They do not," Zoya argued.

"They are right now!" You laughed, grabbing her face in your hands and tucking her hair behind her ears. "I love it when they do."

Zoya rolled her eyes, pretending to look irritated at you.

"I see the way you act all tough and intimidating," You continued, "The toll it takes on you."

It was true, the whole time you had known Zoya she was this way. In some ways, she needed to be. But you missed how gentle she was as a child and her love for Ravka.

"I see how hard you're working for our Grisha."

Zoya melted a little bit at the 'our Grisha'.

"And," You continued, grabbing both her hands again, "I see just how much your work is helping."

Zoya sighed softly, "Slowly."

"Slowly," You agreed, "but surely."

You both fell silent, you watched her face as she gazed over the lake.

"I think I needed to hear that," She said quietly.

"Can't be having our fearless leader forget how fantastic she is."

Zoya turned to you suddenly, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. With a sudden surge of confidence, she reached out, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing her lips to yours. You kissed back almost immediately, your heart exploding in your chest. Your best friend, your Zoya, was finally kissing you.

When you both broke away, Zoya's face lit up in a grin.

You hummed a soft response, trying to show how you felt the same way. That made her smile even bigger. Her hand was still sitting gently on your cheek. You leaned into her hand, relishing the moment. You gently took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.

"Saints," You sounded breathy and Zoya leant in a little more, pressing her forehead to yours, "I love you."

[pursuitseternal]

Dark Lord D*ck Measuring Season Two: Lovers to Enemies

*SAB Season 2 spoilers kinda*

Sauron: Hey Darkling, why the long face?

Darkling: I can’t believe it… Alina, I offered her everything… a throne, to be queen, to rule at my side. I alone can see who she really is… her power…”

Sauron: *amused and skeptical* Her light?

Darkling: …her light…

*suspicious looks exchanged*

Darkling: I told her that her people would cast her off…

Sauron: Once they learned of her connection to you?

*looks of mutual pain*

Sauron: I’ve been there before.

Darkling: Bro…

Sauron: Did yours work at least? I mean my pitch… proposal… whatever… just created an army of *smirks wickedly* Fangirls…

Darkling: *sigh* Mine too…

Sauron: It’s a cold comfort, but bask in their glow, brother *hand heavily on Darkling’s shoulder* Bask in the warm glow of the Fangirls.

Darkling: *nods stoically* the glow of the Fangirls…

Halfway through season two and I couldn’t help but notice this beautiful parallel in episode 4 to our favorite dream!raft scene.

I know I was going to only post once a week, but… I’m not the most strong willed of people to begin with, AND I just wanted to celebrate making it halfway through season two of Shadow and Bone 🦌.

It was too good not to share 🤣

@thegreatzombieartisan @eowyn7023 @myfavouritelunatic @trinuviel @jurassiclexie @iamstartraveller776 @rosalysaoirse @helenvader @tenebrouswhims @mixingpumpkins @penelopeisshipping @allpowerfulnarrator @denzit

[ginger-grimm]

INTRODUCING: SABINE MITCHELL

Full Name: Sabine Ariel Mitchell

Birthdate: December 25th, 1993

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Human

Family: Damon Mitchell (Father), Sherry Mitchell, née Saunders (Mother)

Love Interest: Sam Evans

Friends: Kurt Hummel, Mike Chang, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, Blaine Anderson, Brittany S. Pierce, Marley Rose, Unique Adams, Roderick Meeks

Likes: Video games, card games, dogs, playing the trumpet, cheerleading, old cartoons, nostalgic movies, lilacs, nature, baking

Dislikes: Liars, cheats, neon colored anything, anything too sweet, alcohol, Sue Sylvester

Phobias: Horses

Style: Lotta coveralls, jeans, sweaters, sneakers and converse, anything comfortable, always trying out something different with her hair, wears a heart necklace she inherited from her grams, loves dark nail polish but will also try lighter colors

Speech: Midwestern accent, bit of a raspy voice, master at never raising her voice even when she’s big mad, cusses like a sailor though

Physical Quirks/Scars: She fell during a cheer stunt and now her nose is permanently slightly crooked, she also has a burn on her arm from her first solo baking endeavor

Personality: Tough, gracious, loyal, hardworking, skeptical, quiet

Background: Born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Sabine spent the majority of her life in the big city and she loved every minute of it. By the age of fourteen she’d gotten to know every nook and crannie of her neck of the town, spending most days playing on her Nintendo or watching old movies when she wasn’t baking with her father. In her last year of middle school she became interested in cheerleading, putting her trumpet aside for the time being. Life was on track to being just right for her rest of her school career. It was just Sabbies luck that her parents decided to move a state over into the town of Lima, Ohio so that her father may start his own bakery and Sabine can grow up in a safer envoirement. Suddenly thrust into a new town with no friends to speak of, Sab takes to the woods on the outskirts of town at first. Often spending hours under the shade of trees, playing video games or learning new songs on the trumpet. That is until Santana Lopez takes her under her wing. The Queen Bee back then, Santana took Sabine to every party her good looks could get her into, made sure she always wore the best-looking designer clothes (even when they were knock-offs), and secured a her a spot in the Cheerios. Freshman year of high school had Sabine believing she could go the next three years without being ridiculed. And then Santana messed it up by publicly calling her a stalker, a pervert. Suddenly, Sabine was back in the outskirts. Threatening to sue Sue Sylvester if won’t let her leave the Cheerios, she takes up playing trumpet in the school’s marching band and waits for the scandal to blow over - she never did find out why Santana snapped. When the New Directions are formed and the band is forced to join them in their endeavors, Sabine doesn’t mind at first. That is until Santana joins the club, alongside her new HBIC. Once again, Sabine’s sanctuary is destroyed and she isn’t sure how she’ll handle the rest of high school.

Faceclaim: Kiana Madeira

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[thestarwarslesbian]

Time to rewatch star wars.

I will be writing down my thoughts as I go along. First up:

I love the classic yellow writing into a shot of a planet, the planet the main character is on.

R2-D2 and C3-PO who doesn't love them.

The Orgianl corriodor secne, I love it.

VADER!!!!!!

Secret message, hell yeah.

Also Princess Leia - how I didn't know I was gay before I have no idea she always was my favourite.

I love how Leia is seen weak at first until towards the middle of the film.

'Fowl stench'

'you are a traitor and part of the rebel allience. TAKE HER AWAY!' One of my favourite lines.

Going sepreate ways, a bad idea.

That's no transport

'Look sir a droid' - dang they are idiots.

LUKE! My tattoine boy!

I love Lukes hair in ANH. He should have kept it how it is. Din wouls have gone feral.

Do you think Owen would remeber 3PO or not. He would have gone 'Fuck not his droid again'.

'I was going to tochie station to pick up some power converters' - and you never will.

R2 is a murder now.

'Help me Obi-wan Kenobi. You're my ownly hope.' - Classic, amazing, beatuiful - That one was directed to leia.

Owen realy be like 'who is this obi-wan? An old drug dealer like your father.' And Luke belived him.

Look at the sun's Luke. That's right look staright into them. I LOVE THAT SHOT.

R2-D2 proffesional of running away into danger.

Luke now is not the time to sleep.

What a powerful man. Waving his arms in the air like he just doesn't care.

I would have triped down that hill.

The origanl Hello There.

'Of course I know him he's me.'

C3-PO is dramatic.

THE CLONE WARS - where you meet your husband Obi-wan. He's probely out shopping right now.

THE LIGHTSABER!!!!!!!!

Luke you idoit don't look at it like that, you may acidently sab your eye out.

It is in everyone Luke. That's what the force is/

Served you mean severd his limbs.

LUKE SHE IS YOUR SISTER!!!!!

Yes go with him Luke don't go home, it will be the begining of a long line of trauma and I don't want that for my sunshine boy.

bye bye senate

Don't make fun of your boss.

MANIPUATION.

NO LUKE DON'T GO HOME.

MY SUNSHINE BOY. MY SWEET PRECIOUS BOY. I'M SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT.

'These are't the driods you're looking for'

CHEWIEE

Gambling is not good for my sunshine boy.

Han shot first.

Yeah R2 watch your language.

Spy's are everywhere.

Jaba in CGI!! I have the special editions on DVD.

Han is in dedt and will be for a while.

BOBA FETT! BOBA FETT! BOBA FETT! BOBA FETT!

Blast them.

What a peice of junk

dramatic music that turns into a melody.

'Recognised your foal stech when I was brought on board' reminds me of hannibal when he insultes Will's colone.

DANTOOINE!!!!!!!

Bail is obvisoly still alive with Fox and Breha as the heads of the allience.

Oldman thinks friend is dead when he is really off planet with wife banging the oldman's husbands brother who is thought to be dead.

I love Han and his sas.

Obi-wan is probely laughing because Han has the force not luck

Classic Jedi traning.

I'm suprised there is no bodies floating around in the space.

'That's no moon.'

Very bad. I would think so.

Didn't you fight in two wars mr 'alternatives to fighting'

FACT: The meinelimun falcon was built not far from where my mum grew up.

That is a slow lift.

Vader is agitaed - it's funny to see the helemet move this his head but nothing else it sort of boops around.

FACT: David Prowse who is the body of darth vader lived a 20 minute drive from where I live.

Well those compartments were convient.

Han and Luke could have been making out down there - just saying.

On star tours when the driod is going through baggage in the queue, it says TK-421 why aren't you at your post.

Wookies they look cuddly but turns out they are dangerous.

Money, money, money - that is all Han can think about.

Do you think Obi-wan had to learn to sow to get the prefect fiting jedi robes?

I think the mouse droids are cute.

My sunshine boy can't see a thing.

'How are you?' - That whole bit is why I love Han in the origianl trilogoy, Luke is still my favourite.

'Aren't you a little short for a storm trooper?'

'I'm Luke Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you.' - Look at this cinimon role!!!! My sunshine boy has seen to much darkness in the world.

Leia is a badass and I love her.

Trach compactor.

LUKE!!!!

It's not that deep is it.

Tell your number to the world - you may need to change it after.

That Poor trooper who hit his head.

Their not dying.

big walking carpet out of my way

I would have fallen off that, that doesn't mean Obi-wan has skill. I'm just very clumsy.

Luke's hair is perfect again and he just happened to bring his clothes with him.

yes spilt up that's always a great plan.

Of course you conviently have a graplaing hook.

Luke is so sweet throught the whole trilogy but is pure cinimon role in ANH.

The classic lightsaber fight.

He just disapreaed.

Vader is probely like WTF where did he go?

'BEN'

RUN LUKE! RUN MY PRECIOUS SUNSHINE BOY!

it's like space invaders with the guns.

That small ship can be a big danger.

Thank you Mads Mikkleson for that weakness.

Should be easy if you have the force and grew up on Tattoine.

Why don't the empire just use hyperspace to get to the rebal base?

I think Luke really considered leaving with Han but decided not to becuase he wanted to help everyone.

Leia is like 'the guy we both like is an idiot'

Luke can suddenly understand binary.

Yavin IV is my dream planet to live on, it's green and has loads of history.

RED 5 - it's the best of course.

Luke is like are you sure?

Uncle Kenobi to the rescue.

Here comes vader.

Tarkin is in denial - I would be gatting out of there if I could.

Vader is picking them off quite quickly.

Luke in the trench run on his own.

'Use the force Luke.'

That music is perfection.

I love the whole score of the movie.

R2!!

This is cutting it close Luke.

Han to the rescue!

Ping Pong with Vader's ship.

What a great shot.

And in the nick of time as well.

Luke honey, my sunshine boy, your twink is showing.

The hug between all 3 of them.

R2 will be fine.

Big event.

Luke is in Han's clothes.

I loev the jacket but it is quite big on my boy, it makes him even cuter.

Where is Luke's briad.

R2 is all shinny.

Chewie is probely complaining about not having a medal.

I love this star wars 9/10.

ESB will be the next on.

Let me know if you want to be tagged when I bring these out.

[sab-vs-self]

Hi, I'm Sab. Just going to plug my work-in-progress personal website if you want to learn more about me! I'm a web dev and 3D artist from Kingston, Jamaica.

www.sabrinamedwinter.com/

My general mood is tired and overwhelmed, but a woman has goals to meet, so here I am. I have some IRL accountability partners, but being a random voice in a crowd is a little more appealing to me. I'm repurposing my personal blog into a general goal tracking blog.

[clownycat]

in honor of the sab season 2 trailer, heres malina and darklina as a taylor swift song each

Malina

Message In A Bottle

/And I became hypnotized/By freckles and bright eyes/Tongue tied/

thats so alina to mal in the beginning when they're stationed at the fold <3

/But now/You're so far away and I'm down/Feelin' like a face in the crowd/I'm reachin' for you/terrified/

mal when alina gets taken to the little palace

/Message in a bottle is all I can do/ Standin' here/ hopin' it gets to you/

mal and alina writing letters to each other, just hoping the other will get them😭💔

/You could be the one that I keep, and I/

lil ol over protective mal 😒

/Could be the reason you can't sleep at night/

alina not being able to sleep bc shes thinking of mal </3

/These days I'm restless/Work days are endless/

could be alina, learning at the little palace, or mal, tracking the stag

/How is it in London? (London)/Where are you while I'm wonderin' (wonderin')/If I'll ever see you again?/

both of them to each other<33

Darklina

Would've, Could've, Should've

/If you tasted poison, you could've/Spit me out at the first chance/

if the darkling had known how much alina would fight back, would he have manipulated her from the start? i think not

/If I was some paint, did it splatter/On a promising grown man?/

the grisha that think alina got in the way of the darkling (ugh)🙄

/And if I was a child, did it matter/If you got to wash your hands?/

AND! HE! GOT! AWAY! WITH! IT!!!!!

/And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil,/At nineteen/

darkling = devil (also john mayor). also also, SHE WAS ONLY 17!!

/And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven/

and GODDAMIT SHE STILL FEELS LIKE HE FILLS A HOLE IN HER

/If I never blushed, then they could've/Never whispered about this/

the rumors at the little palace😒

/But, Lord, you made me feel important"

THIS!!! alina was an orphan, her entire life she felt unimportant, AND HE USED THAT.

/God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be/

look, i didnt want to be a halfblood grisha

/I regret you all the time/

do i really need to explain?

/The wound won't close/

the darkling just wont leave her alone man

/If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?/

same as above ^

/Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts/Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first/

GIVE ALINA BACK HER GIRLHOOD!!!!

*its also good to note all the religious themes throughout the song, and with people seeing alina as a saint

[otakufimi]

Mini-reviewe of Season 2 Shadow and Bone

SPOILERS ALERT!!!!

First of all, I love this season (there are little things I am mad about, but in my mind they don't exist).

I'm gonna start with the Crows: love the different story of wesper (it's different from the books but it fits with the show?), love the moments we have of kanej and their evolution ("I would have you without your armor, Kaz Brekker), love the moments of Mathias trying to survive in Hellgate and Nina doing everything in her power to change the mistake she did, love their dinamic as a group (even if we only have five of them, in the moment), love all their stories individually (especially the sad flashbacks of Kaz and Jesper learning to embrace his power), love all the references to the books ("I kinda like your face" or "I burried him six feet under"), love the dinamic of Nina and Inej or the dinamic of Wylan and Kaz, love the crows dinamic with the "sab characters" (Jesper and Toyla, Nina and Zoya, Zoya and Inej, Kaz and Nikolai). In summary, I really love the crows.

Now, I'm gonna talk about all the things that I loved about the story of Siege & Storm and Ruin & Rising: love how they did the connection between Alina and the Darklin, love the hints of Mal being the third amplifier, love the entrence of Sturmhound and the entrance of Nikolai, love Genya's history and how amazing they portray it ("ask me how I did it"), love Nikolai discovering the wrongs of his family and working for a better future, love David and every thing he does, love Baghra and the diference of her sacrifice, love the siblings and their banter (Tolya and Tamar, Nadia and Adrik), love the little moments between Tamar and Nadia, love that thay don't let Toyla recite poetry until they've won the battle, love Zoya (just love her), love the end of the Darkling ("goodbye Aleksander"), love the end of Malina, love the friendship of Nikolai and Alina (even if Nikoali wants more).

I just really loved everything and how they did it!

And the end!!!!! The fact that they give us hints of what could happen in six of crows spin-off or king of scars.

*chef kiss*

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[awalkoflife-arc]

+ noahsab's baby verse with sab's baby daddy @protectivehearts / noah !

maybe it's the fact that they've already been married for five years that makes it more special. or maybe it's just being here with him --- her husband who makes every night feel like they're still newlyweds. they're attending a small, yet luxurious wedding in the heart of boston --- one of noah's friends from law school --- and sabrina's taking advantage of the fact that they're child-free for the night. bodhi is safely tucked up in bed at her aunts' house, already asleep. she'd called to make sure he settled down without a fuss and got a little emotional when she learned he fell asleep all on his own. "we have the most incredible kid on the planet." sabrina gushes, placing her mobile back into her purse as soon as the call ends. it's that time of night where the majority of the guests have found their way onto the dancefloor, so she slides into her husband's lap and seizes the opportunity that presents itself now that their table is empty. "but it's so nice to have you all to myself, daddy. i'm really glad we did this." she lifts her hand to delicately grip his jaw and pulls him toward her, crashing her lips against his in a kiss that's equal parts needy and tender.

[awalkoflife-arc]

"noah ---- baby, look at me. stop." he's not being fair to himself, nor is he acknowledging everything that he's already accomplished. sabrina isn't an expert on the subject of overachieving, she's nowhere close to it. she's half mortal, half witch and even on her good days, there's always a lesson to be learned. what she can do however, is remind him of his worth. "you can't put this immense pressure on yourself to have everything figured out already." she hums, exhaling softly at the kisses he's applying to her neck. her body responds to him almost instinctively, fingertips sliding through the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. "you're only human." she winks, a teasing twinkle present in her blue eyes. "you'll get there; with law school, with this anxiety you're experiencing but you have to give yourself time to process it." pressing a slow, lingering kiss upon his lips, sab hopes her warmth will comfort him in ways that her words might not. she would give him the entire world and her heart on a platter along with it if he asked. "enough. you didn't let me down. you're not letting anybody down. speaking of...." her lips transition from his face to his neck, moving toward his chest where she kisses her way from his sternum to his navel. "i want you to close your eyes and let me do this for you." disappearing under his duvet, sab slides his underwear off and makes herself comfortable between his thighs. she takes her time to make him feel at ease, massaging his calves and his quadriceps, then uses her tongue to bring him the kind of pleasure that she hopes will leave him floating for the rest of the night. when the job is complete, the blonde emerges, swallowing, catching her breath and smiling up at him. "what do you want me to make you for dinner?" she might not be an overachiever in the traditional sense, but when it comes to the art of studying noah flynn, she prides herself on being an absolute all-star.

he tucks into the crook of her neck, big arms engulfing her as he buries himself into her chest like a little boy clinging to a safety blanket. noah doesn't have panic attacks or anxiety often anymore, not since high school. he thought he was over it completely, but looks like it can still sneak in every so often and fuck up his entire day. as he comes back to himself, letting sabrina's words wash over him and sink into his psyche, he realizes how off-base his worries are, but they're still floating there in his mind and remind him of the breakdown he had earlier that day that had him curling up in bed like a child and wishing the stress of his senior year was a figment of his imagination. law school is at his fingertips and suddenly he isn't sure he can hang. "no, i'm not, i can't even handle a panic attack, how am i ever gonna stand up in court and win a case?" his self-deprecation is at an all time high. "keeping your secret is easy. i'd never do anything to hurt you, you're..." the love of my life. he doesn't say it, but it's a near thing. "... the most important person in the whole fucking world to me. i wouldn't break your trust like that." he sighs, his lips lingering against her skin where he inhales her sweet scent and lets himself kiss the tender, warm skin against her neck. "i just don't want to let anyone down. i let you down, leaving you hanging today, and i can't do that again."

[shirecryptid]

- richard siken, war of the foxes

[astrophiliac]

all the tales the same. told before and told again. a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight.

[ginger-grimm]

⌨ + Sabine's Story 😊

Thank you so much @andromedalestrange! You are forcing me to actually put something on paper for her and I needed that!

Sabine huffed, watching her car get pushed off Rainbow Road by Wario. "Fuck me!" she cursed under her breath, button-mashing before she dropped her Nintendo DS in her lap and her head in her neck with a sigh. Normally, she wouldn't mind the whole thing. It's part of the course of Mario Kart. But she wasn't feeling like herself today, and she blamed the new floppy-headed blonde kid paraded into the choir room by that big Oaf Finn Hudson. She shouldn't pay him any mind. Guys at this school were either total burnouts or aggressive jocks - there was no in-between. Well, safe for Kurt. But that was different. This kid smiled at her when he saw her during Homeroom. No one ever smiled at her, especially not during classes. "Alright, you guys!" Sabine snapped out of her thoughts as Ms. Kelly entered the room once more. "We're going to have to cut rehearsals a little short today. There's some stuff I have to deal with regarding Amy." Everyone nodded. No one wanted to address the elephant in the room. "I will let you use the space for the remainder of our rehearsals. I just ask that you take it easy. Sabine, I'm putting you in charge," she said, pointing at her perched on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. Sabine nodded in acknowledgment. She knew how things went down. She knew to clean before they left, lock the door, and leave the keys at the administration desk. This had been a common occurrence ever since Ms. Kelly had her baby a year prior, and Sabine learned the ropes. Ms. Kelly said her goodbyes to her students and exited the room. Sabine put her DS away and grabbed her trumpet. There wasn't much left for her to do today. Not in her state of mind. Time moved by like molasses and she just wanted the day to be over faster so she could go to the only place that allowed her to think properly. She was still fiddling around with the buttons on her instrument when Wyatt Weaver plopped into the chair next to her with an equally heavy sigh. "Hey," Sab greeted, her eyes still focused on her trumpet. "Hey, Bee. You going into the woods later?" he asked. She nodded. When didn't she go there? "Why?" "I need someone to talk to." "About Amy?" "Yes." "And why you're the reason she's not coming back this year?" "Yes." The bell rang. Sabine had totally lost sight of the clock while she was daydreaming about the new kid. "Sure. I gotta lock up the joint though." Wyatt jumped up off his chair, already perking up. "I'll help." Sabine smiled at him, pinching his cheek. "Good boy," she said, lightly smacking his face as the other kids funneled out of the room.