#the thin line between love and love

[hinamie]

inflict

[alleyross]

zayne may or may not accidentally slip a little about his mt. eternal experience and that makes mc go nuts

so, zayne is a combat medic, which sucks, mc thinks. he’s trained, fit, his evol is deadly and he’s intelligent enough to figure out any emergency situation he sometimes willingly gets into, but it still sucks. mostly because, well, he can die any day and that won’t even be something unusual for him, since he’s out here risking his life left and right. just an ordinary stuff. his colleagues may as well just move his body aside and continue working through some heavy shift somewhere in the mountains or god knows where else, since that appears to be their modus operandi for every business day.

no, she’s not exaggerating. actually, it seems to be an understatement even. a cold grasp of anxiety takes her by the throat, as she lies down in her bed, pass midnight, while there’s no one else beside her, because zayne’s got an urgent call, conveniently escaping further interrogations after accidentally slipping about what happened to him in the mountains four years ago.

she knew nothing good happened there. in fact, there were more dead than survivors, and zayne’s got lucky, even though he never reminisced about it out loud. maybe that was one of the reasons she could manage to go about her days, not worrying that hard about him every time.

well, shit, now she can’t. what a pity. turns out, you can’t just view someone else’s job the same way knowing how extreme it can get and how deep it traumatised your beloved one. even his natural ability to restrain himself which worked a bit too well sometimes can’t fool her now, she swears. he won’t be able to toss aside this topic next time he wakes up from a nightmare. she’ll drown him in anxious tenderness and kisses and will probably cry a little. she wants to cry even now, but that’s just stupid and certainly won’t help to fall asleep. it seems like she shouldn’t wait for zayne tonight — the call seemed serious.

she tries to suppress the urge to call him as well. partially because he can be really busy right now, but also because it would be somehow hypocritical. zayne knows very well about her job. zayne himself treated majority of her battle wounds. once he quite literally bathed his hands in her blood, because her stomach wound was deeper than the pacific ocean, and he didn’t let someone else operate her.

somehow he managed to keep his sanity through this. why would she make her feelings about something that happened so long ago his problem?

she turns away from his side of bed — empty and cold — and sighs deeply. nobody’s safe giving the circumstances of their routine. wanderers are everywhere, you can’t escape them even working at flower shop. yet…

“we had to… you know. leave people where they were lying. we didn’t have any time to move bodies aside. just checked if they could be reanimated and if not, we moved on. until the operation is over. and then the next one. they lied for hours, and we stood there, trying not to look away from our own hands.”

that’s what zayne said to her, looking into the ceiling, when she asked him about his colleagues. she remembered his friend william and how he didn’t make it through that expedition. zayne didn’t mention it before, but she knew that william’s death was particularly painful for him. seems like instead of talking about william, zayne decided to pay her attention to something else. although the topic he chose wasn’t really unusual in general — she’s a hunter, after all — the second she imagined him in that place, lying dead on the ground while people around didn’t even bother to… zayne understood immediately after he took a look at her face. he took a breath to reassure her, to say something soothing, to justify things that happened to him, but no word escaped his mouth.

and in that exact moment his phone rang. then he got up, got dressed and left. the image of his dead body didn’t.

it doesn’t leave until she closes her eyes in a hollow tiredness. when she opens them again, it’s nearly dawn. zayne sits beside her, still fully dressed, still radiating cold after being outside on a december night. his hand brushes against her hair.

“hi”, he whispers.

horrible images fade away with every deem of faint orange sunlight covering his face inch by inch. the dawn breaks mercifully. she clings to his thigh and anxiety slowly leaves her body, unclenching her heart and lungs unwillingly.

“hi”, she whispers back, looking up at him. “is everything alright?”

she just hopes he has good news on him.

zayne smiles faintly.

“yes, love. it’s fine. i’m fine”

there’s no energy for further interrogation left in her body. and she’s sure there’s no energy in his body as well. so she squeezes his knee and sighs.

“i love you. let’s keep us safe, huh?”

zayne agrees without any words. his quiet “i love you too” hides in the nape of her neck a couple of minutes later, giving her a much needed solace.

[wocina]

[the-adventures-of-dave]

All that being said, if a cat has no chip or collar.....

[mmmelahii]

Did you know? That she dreams of you more nights than not. You propped upon her lap; regaling her with the machinations of your mind while she brushes your hair. Pausing only to press a kiss on your candle warmed cheek. She mourns your death as you live.

[clarasghosts]

this time I won't save your life. oops, I made you immortal and now we are irrevocably tied together for all eternity.

[funsize-cenobites]

[sabines-wrens]

you know what i have absolutely no notes on the finale. it was a chaotic end to a chaotic season and it’s so fitting. 

no seriously favloni basically predicted all of the predictions and said fuck you in such a way i have to respect it. thought din would be tortured? nah. spent ages hyping up the darksaber just to crush it like a soda can. teased having a spy in their midst but everyone’s actually cool. decided to reveal in the last five minutes that hey his first name is actually djarin. and absolutely no helmetless scenes. not even a hint of one. 

they basically said what would the most insane choice and just floored it. kings of chaos jon favreau and dave filoni. respect. 

[robinverse]

watching challengers and toxic throuples are back in business thank you luca guadagnino! smthn about falling out of love with your passion/tennis as it becomes a way to channel your love and devotion and feel it in return even if it’s scraps of attention from her and it’s all you’ve become — a vessel and a devotee (art donaldson), losing all your hopes and dreams to a gut wrenching injury and seeing the man who has it all in the tips of his fingers just not put in the work or have the same enthusiasm for it and it makes you want to rip your hair out and stoop lower than you ever have (tashi duncan), clinging to the person who knows how awful you are but wants you all the same and share that drive and passion but age past it with nothing to your name and yearn for a marriage that should’ve could have been yours from either way and so you’re a street mutt ripping apart a couch for attention (patrick zweig), and all in all they’re all so so interesting and i want to pick apart their brains so bad i loved this movie so fucking much I had to rant about it on my comics tumblr that I haven’t used in a while

[sunnfish]

[ID: A digital illustration of Tashiro Gonzaburou from Sasaki to Miyano. He is shown from the knees up, wearing his outfit from his 2024 official birthday art. He’s holding a hand over his head to block the sunlight, and is smiling and looking off to the side. His hair and clothes wave as if blown by wind. The color palette consists of bright blues, oranges, and greens. The artist’s signature “sunnfish 2024” is written on the side. /End ID]

My girlfriend gon-chan

[bunnyscentd]

“I can fix her” but this is her: (black girl edition)

[wind-rider]

The aroaspec experience of ‘Is this romantic attraction or just platonic. What even is attraction. Where is the line. Help.’ and then proceeding to question societal norms of attraction for a while without coming to any actual conclusion to your question.

[romionarry]

the rituals are intricate and very comical

[yellow-g0ache]

Do you know I look for you in grocery store isles, in the names of brands of tea you like and in the candy you said you enjoy. I catch myself doing your mannerisms. I hear my own speech inflections in your words. I wonder if you know there is a You colored thread in the tapestry of my psyche

[qapleulia]

absolutely crucial internet experience is when your friend is like "hey wanna know about a fucked up thing you've never heard of" and then they show it to you and you're like boy you weren't lying that sure was fucked up.

[poorlydrawnandroids]

From the people who brought you: "Android detectives can't cook!" comes the concept: "Hank has a horrible food palate!"

He's happy to try anything once.