#tbt everything

[rafesthroatbaby]

FOREVER that bitch 😏💋💅

[teabutmakeitazure]

why is writing so hard i give up orz

[hermidetta]

"Bernie!" Only some few minutes after their return to reality, and after she's said her small piece to Pasithee, Maria runs back to her friend and sweeps her into a hug; she would spin her around, if she wasn't far too tiny to do so. As it is she sways back and forth a bit, practically buzzing with joy. "Oh, Bernie, she was! Mairenn was Pasithee -- you were right!"

When she settles, she gives the brilliant violet a small squeeze before stepping back, hands still gently lingering on the other girl's arms. Something tremendous shimmers in her eyes and quavers in her chest, a joy she hadn't ever expected to have and now struggles simply to hold... But she's grinning; even if there's something tender and fragile behind the narrow of her smile, she's grinning.

"...Thank you, Bernie. I brought you somewhere scary, but you always cared about me. About both of us." Linhardt -- she should check on him herself, after this. "About the hope I was chasing." Grin mellows to a smile, a soft-stitched arc with affection still bursting at its seams. "It means the world to me."

And then she giggles; and then she releases Bernie and throws out her arms; and then she steps back yet again and she spins, and she laughs, and when that grand bubble of joy pops she throws a wink and a playful grin over her shoulder.

"So, won't you please tell me what your favorite dessert is? Maybe your favorite tea? Hee hee! I already have more and more hopes! I hope that's okay!" Like how I hope to see you smile -- yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

"ah! maria!"  bernadetta's not all that strong, or tall, but when maria hugs her they both fit into each other's embrace just right. her cheer is just as infectious as her hope. before bernadetta realizes it she is swaying, too, a breathless little giggle on her lips as thin arms return maria's squeeze.

it was scary, wasn't it? something sheepish surfaces to the curl of her lips. if bernadetta had been tasked to name any of her own merits, she would not have passed as easily as she did on the feast. but maria thanks her. points out how she has cared—why else would she bawl over linhardt? and bernadetta had not been able to recognize any of it at all. to her it had been as easy as breathing, natural, and painfully unremarkable.

(yet maria thanks her for it. for being herself, somehow.)

it had been striking to bernadetta, the memory of maria in these same ruins some time ago, the way her eyes glimmered as she spoke almost breathlessly: i want to go. i want to find her.

how could anyone have denied her then? bernadetta could not dream of it even as they jumped into another one of pasithee's own making, could not dream of it even as maria held bernadetta through the village that terrified her senseless. (she had been so convinced that they were the feast.)

"no! i mean, um—thank you. i was just a big fat chicken."  her cheeks flush at the admission. hearing it aloud makes her feel even sillier.  "i didn't even know her name. or what she did. just that we were looking for an angry girl."

bernadetta hadn't even understood half the things written by that book. apparently she was a projectionist, and apparently she was friends with mairenn. apparently she was responsible for the distress call and apparently there was some villain named melanie(?) who was responsible for the chaos, instead of count varley who bernadetta had initially suspected of foul play. none of it made sense, and almost all of bernadetta didn't want it to. all she wanted was to crawl back under her rock and not have to know.

"and that you were there, and that i didn't want either of you to get hurt or go alone. so... e-even if you go somewhere scary again, i'll go with you! if we really have to."

but her hands mirror maria's in their gentle lingering. it's strange to bernadetta how hope could be this beautiful. to rob maria of it would be to extinguish the sun itself. when maria lets go, twirling and laughing, bernadetta nearly wants to join her. bernadetta wants to laugh, too. the wink catches her off guard, and she flushes with a stammer.

"m-my, my fav— peach sorbet?"  bernadetta blurts, stumbling after maria.  "and sweet bun trio. and albinean berry blend! wait, you have to tell me yours, too!"

one after another, these questions and hopes. they bloom and flourish and blossom all over again—yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

[handgiven]

i know it's winter but i'm thinking about emmanuel with flowers in his hair. someone gentle braided them there. and he remained so still to make it so easy. and they remain fresh a little longer than they should. and when they do turn limp he washes them out in a mountain stream that carries them to the forest floor and allows them to be a part of everything again

[iwannagohomelol]

Hi again but this time cliva

[mamawasatesttube]

action comics #677

gonna be real mae just really frustrates me sometimes. like. there are some times when i just want to reach into a story and shake a character like GET OVER YOURSELFFFF and unfortunately this happens just about every single time mae is on page. clark (and lois) are so sympathetic to her in this issue but they are both so much nicer than me bc i just wanna smack her. like getting super offended that someone might ask "hey are you clear on how extremely important keeping this secret is" and then going "well its YOUR fault that that guy died!!!!!" is so out of pocket. girl you are so righteous im so tired of you and i Know this never ends

[biitchcakes]

I think about this exchange a lot.

( personals DNI . )

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — on the radio.

JULY 15, 1989

Marty sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He flexes his hands, rolling his shoulders, trying to work the kink out of his back before getting back to work. That’s pretty much the only downside of tinkering around with various unfinished projects of Doc’s; way too many hours spent hunched over. 

“That was Tom Petty with ‘I Won’t Back Down’ here on KWHV 108.3 and I’m your host, Jamie Lee.” The deejay’s voice is sweet and smooth, and he remembers, warmth creeping across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, that Jamie Lee was his first crush. As if it wasn’t enough she was the coolest girl inside the halls of Hill Valley High, outside of school she was the best basketball player and had the best music taste. A triple threat for sure. 

“Next up we’ve got something kinda special: a new group that’s been soaring through the charts and sent the music world spinning with their electrifying debut.” 

Marty feels his heart quicken in his chest and tries to tell himself to calm down, the radio static buzzing in his head. He drops the screwdriver, which clatters to the table clumsily. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way in hell she could be talking about–

“So, without further ado, with their lead single ‘Strangerland’ off their album 88, give it up for Hill Valley’s very own hometown boys, McFly and the Flyaways!’ 

His stomach drops. He’d recognize that opening riff anywhere.

“Future sight can’t help me tonight, tired of waitin’ for time to restart–”

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Holy shit!” he exclaims, leaping to his feet and not even caring that he hits his head on the way up. “Doc! DOC!” 

He only feels a little bad when the door gets kicked open and his best friend bursts into the room like he’s goddamn Batman, clad in safety goggles instead of a cape and wielding a fire extinguisher instead of a Batarang. 

“MARTY!” Doc cries, looking around like a man possessed, frantic in his search for some threat. “What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

He runs to the scientist, grasping his upper arms. His face hurts from smiling so much. 

“Doc! Doc, listen!”

“—ghosts in my head, there’s a ghost in the mirror that I see instead—" comes his own voice a moment later. 

Marty bows his head, grip momentarily tightening. There’s a lump in his throat and when he looks up at Doc again, his blue eyes are watery.

“My song, Doc,” he whispers. An awestruck, dumbstruck, disbelieving smile on his face makes him look all of thirteen again and he couldn’t care less. He lets out a laugh that’s a little too close to a sob for comfort. “They’re playing my song.” 

The fire extinguisher falls to the ground with a thud as Doc returns the embrace, holding Marty at arm’s length so tightly he thinks he’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. If Marty thought his own smile was big and stupid, it had nothing on Doc’s. 

“Do you know what this means?” he murmurs. 

“You were right,” Marty replies. “All the stuff you said to me.” 

“If you put your mind to it…” Doc starts, gently.

“…You can accomplish anything,” Marty finishes. 

The chorus starts, crackly over the radio, but it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard. 

“Oh, I’m lost in my dreams, fallin' apart at the seams, and time is slippin' through my hand

But I got somethin' to prove, so what have I got to lose?

I'm gonna make it outta this

Strangerland!

I gotta make it outta this

Strangerland!” 

“Woah,” Marty laughs, tears sliding down his face. “This is heavy.” 

Doc pulls him into a bone-crushing hug which he eagerly returns, the instrumentation that took them weeks to nail blaring in the background.

“You did it, Marty. You made it.”

“I made it,” Marty repeats, as if it’ll make it feel more real. He feels lighter than air and like he’s buzzing with electricity, like he’s flying over a thundercloud. “Holy shit, I made it.” A sudden realization shocks him and his eyes widen. “I-I gotta tell the guys!”

“Go on, go on!” Doc encourages, letting him go, watching him fondly as he almost trips over his feet and the rug trying to make it to the phone in Doc and Clara’s library and study. 

However, it’s already ringing when he gets there. 

“Yo!” he greets, out of force of habit.

“Marty!” his dad’s warm voice responds. 

“Marty, honey, turn on the radio, quick!” his mom jumps in. “They’re playing it! Your, um, your Stranger in a Strange Land song!” 

“It’s your song, kiddo!” His dad sounds full to bursting with joy. “And boy, does it sound great!” 

He laughs, using his thumb and forefinger in a fruitless attempt to try to stem the flow of tears.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we’re so happy for you. And so proud of you, too, so proud.” His mom sounds like she’s about to cry, too. “Linda’s taping it and everything and Dave has it playing at the office!”

“We love you, son,” his dad reminds him, “and you’ll be home for dinner, right?”

“Yeah, Dad. I will. Love you too.”

[illneverletgo]

A Little Chaos (2014) dir. by Alan Rickman.

[eueclid]

good morning

[manslaught]

mikayla assumed that being warned about the fact that @ladyintree would be at this wedding was enough to prepare her to see her for the first time in nearly eight years, that being in the same room as her wouldn't sting the way it might have back then. it shouldn't affect her, not when she's been over tai for years now— or so she's convinced herself after spending so many years hating tai for what she did. after they were rescued, the only thing mikayla really had to hold onto was the hope that they would be together again. all she had to do was survive a few months at most with her father, then she would be free, safe, able to figure out what the rest of her life with taissa would look like.

but apparently, she was the only one, because after mikayla's arrest, tai wasted no time ending things with her, leaving mikayla to believe that everything they had out in the wilderness didn't mean nearly as much to taissa as it did to her. she hated tai for that— for making her feel like all of that was for nothing, for being just another person to prove that mikayla desousa isn't someone worthy of actual, genuine love. she was just a distraction, one tai no longer needed the minute she was safe, when she could go back to the life she had planned without her. that's why she cut off all connection to tai completely, ignoring any attempt she made to contact her— she'd rather be alone than accept that tai was only reaching out to her out of pity, out of obligation for keeping each other alive out in the wilderness.

the only real plan she had for her future was figuring out one with tai. the specifics never mattered to mikayla, because just being safe, happy, was so unobtainable for so long that that would have been enough— but after tai proved that happiness would never be a real option for mikayla, she was forced to readjust, to figure something else out. it was difficult, given that she never particularly cared for school. she was only good at sports, and while she always preferred cheer in high school, mikayla knew that it wasn't a sustainable career. and that only left her with soccer, the sport she'd loathed for so long. it took her years in prison to actually decide to form her plan around it, and when she did, it was entirely out of spite— a final fuck you to her dead father, because if she succeeded, it meant she managed to do what he never could, and that alone would be satisfying enough.

it also meant that taissa would be forced to see her play the sport she loved, too— but that was just a bonus.

asher had repeatedly asked her if she would be okay, being in the same room as her ex-girlfriend, suggesting that he keep her away, but mikayla had insisted it would be fine. she didn't care anymore. tai might have broken her heart, but that was years ago, and mikayla's moved on. yet it still strike a cord in her heart, being this close to her, hearing her voice for the first time in years.

you look... fucking incredible.

immediately, it angers her, the nerve tai has to let those be her first words, as if eight years ago, she hadn't broken up with mikayla at arguably the lowest point in her life, leaving her when she needed tai the most. somehow, she doesn't let it show, keeping her expression controlled, almost bored, even if it takes everything in her to keep her composure. tai's not wrong, mikayla knows, because she made a point to go all out on her appearance, even more than usual, telling herself that it wasn't just because she would be here.

“ i know. ” it's said with the same overbearing confidence she'd had in high school, if not more. mikayla doesn't let herself look tai over, like she's not even worth the time, although the truth is, she doesn't need to, because she already has by now, stealing glances in her direction every chance she got— but she sure as fuck won't dare to let tai have the satisfaction of watching her do it now. “ do you, like, need something, or...? ” she trails off in confusion, as if needing something could be the only possible reason tai's speaking to her at all. and it should be, given that mikayla told her years ago not to bother talking to her, and nothing's changed since.

[a9saga]

the last shadow puppets - is this what you wanted? (leonard cohen)

[wolfclad]

hey babe? does this mean i'm a furry? be honest.

It wasn’t the sort of question anyone would expect, let alone in the middle of plating dinner. Two steaks rested in nests of tin foil, and Farkas had just added a generous pat of parsley butter to a bowl of baby potatoes when Lennon’s words made him pause.

Turning to look at her, he found Lennon standing framed by the doorway, swamped in one of his band t-shirts. Heavy metal, gothic, distinctly macabre – a far cry from her usual sunny, eclectic, hippy-dippy style. Then again, Lennon was a little macabre herself, a little strange. It was one of the many reasons he liked her. If Farkas had been in possession of his tail at that moment, it would have wagged.

“Uh, no. I think it just means you’ve got good taste,” he said, huffing out a laugh and giving his head a shake. “I mean, it’s not like I wear a fur suit.”

Still grinning, he turned back to the counter. Moments like this – where she could take something as weighty and ugly as his lycanthropy and turn it into something light-hearted, something uniquely them – reminded him of how lucky he was.

After a beat, as he speared some stems of broccoli onto their plates, he playfully asked over his shoulder:

“Do you want me to wear a fur suit?”

[robotnikium]

good evening!! gerald cradling maria's dead body is gonna end me </3

[grievedifferent]

his stubble is everything to me

[lovesickhotel]

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