#the otp to end all otps

[gabriellabolton]

It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do. HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3: SENIOR YEAR (2008)

[k-kay4]

Lovely Runner continues to have a chokehold on me <3

Okay, this is ridiculous. I was brushing my teeth and decided to listen to Jong Ho's 'A Day' (yes, that heartbreaking track that makes you feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest.)

I listened to that melancholic tune and looked up the lyrics (which expresses how he has longed for her all day, how he wishes he could reverse time, how he will always remember her, because her name has seeped into his heart)

And within seconds, SECONDS I TELL YOU, my nose is red and tears are streaming down my cheeks. While. I. Was. Brushing. My. Teeth.

All I could picture was Sol screaming Sun-Jae's name in utter desperation and horror.

I have developed a deeply visceral, Pavlovian response to this drama, including its songs; it goes beyond merely liking or enjoying a show. Something about this drama reached deep down into my core, into my very essence, and left a lasting mark.

This exquisite drama has seeped into my heart, been smeared into my soul and will continue to be my happy place for a long, long time.

Thank you for existing, Lovely Runner <3

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade explaining to Althea why he's brought home the guy he kidnapped three days ago and eventually fell madly in love with

[canceriancryptid]

okay im done now im sorry

[hollygl125]

Logan Echolls + Veronica Mars in VERONICA MARS (2014), for the VERONICA MARS (2004-2007) 20th Anniversary

“Our story is epic.”

Insp.

[lov3nnant]

thank you hozier

[nostalgic-bee]

Lumity rain scene <33

[jenniferstolzer]

"You're all the solid ground I need, darling."

I said I was thoroughly exploring this "milla's love gives her wings" theme and I did not (and continue not to) lie.

[gabriellabolton]

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL (2006) dir. Kenny Ortega

[lizardkingeliot]

Who wants to read an entire ~600 word scene from the upcoming sequel to my Loustat reunion fic? Because I'm 12k-deep into writing this thing and I'm getting so antsy to get it out into the world already but it's not even close to being done and I could perhaps use a bit of cheerleading so I'm just gonna drop said scene here lol...

Putting most of this under a cut I hope you all enjoy Louis and Lestat bickering about home decor. 🥰

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The sun had only just set but they’d already been up for an hour. They were standing in the living room on the rug that had been delivered while they were sleeping. The thick pile soft and plush against Louis’ bare feet. Lestat was splitting his time between frowning down at it and frowning over at Louis.

“This won’t do, mon cher. It’s too…” He gestured airily with one hand, sharp nails gleaming in the artificial light. “French country. Were we not going for coastal?” “I’m gonna ban you from watching those home reno shows on the iPad if you don’t—” Louis drew a breath and fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Thought you hated coastal.”

Lestat hummed, tipped his head to one side, scowled down at the rug. “Even so, is it not the aesthetic we are striving for here in our coastal home?”

“You picked out the rug, Lestat. You—”

“It looked different in the online pictures, cheri.”

“Buy another one, then.”

Louis sighed with his whole chest. He didn’t care about the rugs or the curtains or the lamps. Not really. Though he was starting to get antsy about picking art for the walls. Had been itching to pull pieces from his collection since the first night the realtor sent him the listing. As soon as Lestat decided to stop being difficult on purpose, he could make it work. Lestat let out a sound. Tiniest hint of a growl in his throat. Louis watched him gazing down at their bare feet nestled into the pile. “We need to find a proper boutique. Better yet an auction house. Why are we scouring web pages on an iPad for pieces for our home?”

“Easier that way,” Louis said with a shrug. There was an ache in his stomach he couldn’t give a name to. “We can always just hire someone to do this shit for us, Lestat. I know designers, decorators. Artists. I can call some people—”

“You don’t care about our home.”

Louis’ stomach twisted itself into a knot so quickly it nearly doubled him over. “What the fuck—” He couldn’t help it when the words flew out of his mouth. Seriously—what the fuck. “Why would you say somethin’ like that to me, Lestat?”

Lestat set his eyes on Louis. The set of his jawline was hard and tense. He had that look in his eyes like a cat about to do something very, very stupid. “You cared so much back at Rue Royale. Firm opinions on every piece of furniture. The art on every wall—" “I got art lined up. You know that. You know I’m gonna handle the—” “Do you remember that lamp you hated? Wanted to throw it in the incinerator the moment I—" “Don’t see what point you’re tryin’ to—” “dared to bring it home to replace the one—” “I don’t remember the lamp. I remember you—" “that had been badly damaged—" “being impossible about everything exactly the way you are—” “when we knocked it from the table—” “right now.” “making love. And I—” “Lestat!” “Louis.” Louis drew a long deep breath and huffed it out. The tension in his chest abated just a little, just enough. “I don’t remember the lamp,” he said. And clenched his jaw. And shook his head. Lestat was gazing at Louis with wide eyes that didn’t blink. The centers of them huge black voids Louis could have tumbled down into in seconds. He leaned close. So close the ends of their noses brushed together. “How convenient for you,” he growled, one corner of his mouth twitching up. Louis growled back, showed his teeth, tiniest hint of his fangs poking out. “You’re insufferable, you know that.” He reached forward at once and let his mind go dark. Took Lestat by the hair with both hands. And crashed their mouths together.

[charlieconwayy]

fryleela meme ♥ [5/5 parallels]

[veerbles]

currently extra emo about pynch immediately post-trk. freshly re-traumatized and grieving; unspeakably sad about each of their personal and joint losses and yet unspeakably happy about what they've saved and what they've gained with each other; abruptly burdened by their respective responsibilities (school - opal - college applications - the future as a whole menacing concept) with no time to process; stumbling headlong into a serious relationship ab ovo with no communication skills to speak of and quite frankly an abysmal track record with letting others in and sharing vulnerabilities and leaning on people for support.

they're teenage boys and also they're mentally scarred all over but also they love each other so much, it's all very foreboding. they save gansey and then adam goes back to school and ronan drops out of school and somewhere between november and summer break they have to learn how to talk to each other without anger boiling over as a defense mechanism and how to share their most painful memories and dreams and fears without running away on instinct and how to handle adam's physicality issues and ronan's alcohol issues. but also how to do normal, teenaged relationship things like not be awkward about sex and pda and being queer in a small southern town and how to manage that universal desire to spend literally every single moment together alongside the fear that the other person is getting sick of them, and how to tell people they're together without it becoming a Thing, even though in high school it's always, always a Thing. and during all of that adam has to get into an absurd number of ivy league schools while working multiple jobs and ronan has to dream a new cabeswater and semi-parent a child and they both have to face repercussions of losing cabeswater and it's all so, so much. truly, that gaping hole before the epilogue haunts me in my sleep.

[wolfienation]

i truly believe agatha and rio's story was always going to be a tragedy. there is too much hurt between them for it to end any other way. you can see it on rio's face the moment agatha begs for nicholas's life, when agatha says "i'll hate you forever". agatha was never going to give rio grace for that, she was never going to try to see rio's side of things, to try to understand that rio is bound by cosmic laws so ancient it precedes the word ancient. because she is a mother grieving her child and it's easy to put the blame on an external force. and yet still, rio gives agatha time with nicholas anyway, starves off the calling to reap his soul for as long as she could.

and to say that the death came from nowhere, especially after ep 4 doesn't really make sense to me. the only reason they were close to reconnecting in ep 4 was due to agatha deluding herself for a moment into thinking billy was nicholas, that rio had perhaps given nicholas back. and rio shatters that illusion because she doesn't want agatha back like this.

furthermore, let's not pretend rio's goals weren't abundantly clear from the moment we met her. when agatha asked what rio was doing there she says "my job". their whole fight scene in ep 1 was rio making herself clear. even with evanora, rio's wording is very specific "her mother can't have her". agatha is HERS to take. no one else's. thats how it has to go.

and that's exactly how it goes. rio's kiss is agatha's undoing, a willing undoing. she finally gives into this cosmic being who has walked on her heels all of her life. she finally gives into the woman she has hated, this woman she still loves and hates herself for loving.

and yet and yet and yet, even in giving herself over to death, agatha defies rio. "when i die i never want to see your face again". she remains as a ghost, out of rio's reach until she decides she is ready to move on, ready to face nicholas.

and rio honors agatha's wish because at the end of the day, agatha is the only force in the multiverse capable of making death kneel. "you're the only person in history who has received special treatment"

agatha hated rio for longer than she loved her (a very thin line she was dancing on), and rio yearned for agatha for longer than she had her, constantly on her heels but always just out of reach.

(sidenote: even if nicholas wasn't a factor here, rio would have still been forced to take agatha at some point. it was always going to happen. death comes for us all. even agatha isn't an exception to that.)

[murderenjoyer]

Having a lot of madohomu feels rn

Homura loved Madoka so much that she chose to make the contract and become a magical girl despite knowing the consequences. Normally girls don't know what's going to happen, QB obviously doesn't tell them. And Homura made the active choice to become a magical girl anyway, knowing she would suffer, knowing she would turn into a monster that is eternally suffering and causing suffering to everyone around her, that she would ultimately die and be consumed. She chose that fate because she loved Madoka so much. Because she wanted to save her that much.

She spent 25 years (iirc) repeating the same month or so, over and over, suffering and fighting against a fate that seemed carved in stone. 25 years before she finally succumbed to despair. 25 years is the majority of time I've been alive. I can't imagine how horrible and disheartening and painful it had to have been to try as hard as she could, to fail over and over, to see all her plans and tactics and attempts dashed, to watch Madoka die over and over and over. 25 years! It took 25 years for her to finally, sadly, mournfully accept fate and give up. Her adoration for Madoka allowed her to swallow a quarter of a century of despair before she finally ran out of steam.

And when she turned into a witch, she built an entire artificial city just to spend time with Madoka. She created thousands, millions of artificial people just to make Madoka feel a sense of normalcy. She allowed Madoka's friends into the labyrinth because she knows how much Madoka loves her friends and her only priority, her only wish was to make Madoka comfortable and happy. Homura cares for her friends too of course, but not like she cares for Madoka. Had Madoka not been in the picture, she would not have expended the energy required to pull her friends in and wipe their memories. She did that for Madoka's sake.

And when Madoka regains godhood and comes to collect her, Homura, at this point completely insane, is still so wholly dedicated to Madoka, she needs to be with Madoka so strongly, that she doesn't even care if they're opposing forces anymore. She doesn't care if Madoka hates her. She doesn't care if Madoka considers her an enemy. She doesn't care if she becomes the devil to Madoka's god.

She's so in love with Madoka, she's so obsessed with Madoka, she yearns for Madoka so strongly that she rips Madoka's psyche in half. She rewrites reality into a perfect world where she's not even Madoka's friend anymore - its not about that anymore. It's not about being with her anymore. It's not about spending time together anymore. It's simply Homura's concentrated need for Madoka's presence in her world. It's about being able to give Madoka a happy life without tragedy or suffering. She doesn't care about Madoka in relation to herself anymore. She only cares about Madoka's well-being, her happiness, her joy.

That is so fucking romantic to me. I'm drowning in otp emotions every time I think about it. I can't think of another love story so intense, so raw. It's beautiful.

[vitrall]

I don't think Jayce and Viktor literally died. They were kind of pulled into another dimension/astral plane/whatever you call it. We see older Viktor, and while it could be another Viktor, I think it would be more meaningful if it was our Viktor, finally free from the arcane, going through the universe with Jayce, fixing timelines together. Kind of like a cosmic mission.

[supermanddntdieforthis]

Another sketch I’ll never finish 🫡