#they care so much

[undead-knick-knack]

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Mist and Alpha late night talk be upon ye. Their relationship is very important to me.

It's quiet on the roof. Getting there isn't easy, but once settled, Mist relishes in the sense of peace that washes over her. Tonight, though, she only gets two lungfulls of smoke before a voice cuts through the relative silence of the night.

"Got one for me ?"

How Alpha always manages to find her hidding spots is beyond Mist's knowledge.

"Die," she grumbles without looking at him, even as she extends the pack of cigarettes toward the fire ghoul.

The fact alone that he lights it without flourish tells Mist Alpha is preoccupied. That and the tension sitting heavy in his broad shoulders.

"You good ?" he rasps after a long inhale, voice always a bit veiled, scratching in his throat.

Mist shrugs vaguely, eyes finding a star and latching onto it. There's a long silence, an unusual display of patience from Alpha, before she sighs in defeat.

"Worried about Omega."

A gush of winds raises goosebumps on her skin. She should have brought a jacket. It becomes a bit more bearable when Alpha reajusts his stance and the heat he naturally radiates washes over her.

"Yeah, me too."

Smoke billows in front of them as it escapes their mouths, curling in hypnotizing shapes.

"...don't get me wrong, I love Terzo, I think he's a great guy, but..."

"He's human," Alpha finishes for her, "mortal. And Omega is not. I mean not really. No one's eternal, but us ghouls come close."

With a heavy sigh, Mist nods, lower lip bitten raw and stinging.

"Omega always had a big, bleeding heart. If- when he loses Terzo to human fragility, he's going to feel it with his entire being."

Alpha grunts in agreement. There is no way Omega won't fall appart at the loss of his lover, no matter the circumstances.

"Can't get too close to humans. Will just bring pain."

Mist huffs.

"Hypocrite."

"Fuck you, Secondo and I are just a thing of convenience, nothing more."

What a poor liar Alpha can be, when it comes to these matters, a tremor in his voice and longing in his eyes. Mist raises an eyebrow, tilting her head toward him.

"I didn't even mention him."

Shoulders sagging in defeat, Alpha runs a tired hand on his face, through his hair. Mist wonders if he still struggles to sleep, or if he stays up late just to catch a break, have a quiet moment to himself. If so, her presence doesn't seem to bother him; after all, he sought her out in the first place.

"You still having nightmares ?"

Mist tenses.

"Fuck d'you think i'd be doing here if I wasn't ?"

Alpha doesn't answer. Mist bites her lip, inhales, exhales, shaking off the guilt churning in her guts. It's instinctive, biting when she feels cornered, when a touchy subject is on the table. And if it was anyone else, she probably would storm off. But this is Alpha. The fire ghoul knows, and understands.

"Sorry. I meant, yes, I still have them."

Somewhere in the night, an animal screeches. A cloud momentarily hides the moon. Nightmares are terrible things, forcing Mist to face her deepest fears without being able to do anything about it. She doesn't remember when it started, but now she can hardly spend a night without having her own mind playing those cruel tricks on her.

Some nights, when Mist wakes up with the taste of bile in her mouth and torn sheets sticking to her clamy skin, she forgets where she is. All that she feels is how small and lonely she is.

"You don't have to sleep alone, y'know."

It's as if Alpha read her mind. A tempting offer. Mist considers, stomping on the butt of her cigarette.

"You'd hold me, sparkling ?"

The light tone she tried to inject in her voice falls flat, as does the nickname Alpha hates so much. As it is, he only hums and finally turns fully toward her.

"You know I will. If you let me."

The cloud drifts away, silver moonlight pouring once again on Alpha's face, highlighting the deep scars on his cheek, the days old stubles, the crease between his eyebrows.

"Alright then."

They stare at each other in silence for a while. There is something off with Alpha's expression, like he's trying very hard to school it into his usual bitch resting face. Mist is not sure how to word the question she's burning to ask.

"Do you- did something happen ? You look...upset."

The way Alpha opens his mouth in an instant, ready to retort, lips starting to pull back in a snear, reminds Mist of herself just a few minutes ago. But then he looks away, shoulders and chest rising with the inhale he takes.

"Got into a fight with Pebble."

"Again ?"

Mist isn't sure what Alpha and Pebble's relationship is. Most Siblings and a few other ghouls are convinced they hate each other's guts - and given the amount of screaming matchs they get into, it's a fair assumptions. But Mist knows damn well it goes further than that.

She knows they both respect each other, despite everything. She knows Pebble tends to seek Alpha's gruff approval, even if the earth ghoul would vehemently deny it and possibly comit murder if anyone mentionned it. Mist has keen eyes, and she can see that Alpha orbits toward Pebble much more than you'd expect. That he looks out of the earth ghoul and genuinely seems to care about him, in his own way. Their fights tend to get to both of them, no matter how much they try to shrug them off.

"...yeah. It's fine, we'll get over it, I just...wasn't even trying to piss him off, you know ?"

Yes, Mist does know. Whatever bound those two share, it's torny and full of knots, a difficult thing that's still strong enough never to let them severe it. She hopes the squeeze she gives to his shoulder is enugh to convey her understanding, all the reassurances she doesn't really know how to put into words.

It seems to be, if the way Alpha leans into it with the faintest hint of a purr is anything to go by.

Her musing is interrupted by a jaw-dislocating yawn.

"C'me on. It's so late it's almost early," Alpha mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

They don't speak of the fire ghoul's offer again, but when Alpha steps into his bedroom, Mist is right behind him.

Maybe, tonight, warm limbs will ward off the horrors of the night.

[ethaniscool69]

Just saw another Cas: "I love you." Dean gives info about the world meme and god damn. I know the "I love you" was romantic, and I understood what that meant. it's great that he was finally able to say it, even if it wasn't under the best circumstances, but it just hit me right now, and it hurts. He really did love him, and nothing really happened after that. Just thinking about what could have been is so saddening. Castiel sacrificed everything for Dean. He sacrificed his love and what could have been. Then Dean died a meaningless death.

The life they could have had if a TV network wasn't so scared of men kissing. The possibilities, right there, but still so out of reach.

Neither of them got the ending they deserved, needed. They were wronged.

Dean, living his whole life thinking he's driven by hate, madness, and anger and in the midst of all that, finding Cas. Finding Love. That then to be taken away from him as soon as he realizes that is nothing but sad. Dean had an opportunity to feel loved in a way that transcends friendship and romance altogether, and that was taken away from him in mere seconds.

[kuneruru]

I cannot help but fall for you.

[edsbacktattoo]

man. all of the music in ofmd is so so intentional. it’s one of my favourite parts of the show. it’s like the creators looked at the characters they made and the situations they put them into and said “turn this into an anime AMV stat!” and then layered those characters and situations with motifs and lyrics that match them perfectly. it’s like catnip for gay people

[dreamingthroughwords]

i love the xianle trio the sheer tragedy and angst of all of them. about how different the 3 of them are and how feng xin and mu qing are still working and care for xie lian in the present even though everything ended so messy and hurtful between them. how feng xin and mu qing still worked with each other - the fact they are connected by the one person, and that person wasn’t with them for a very long time and they still stuck with each other. they argue and butt heads but they care about one another and then at the end when there is so much going on, so much suspicion and chaos and the fact that no one turned their backs on the other, at the end of the story, and xie lian was the one to reach back and hold a hand to them, coming full circle to everything at the end. they started as a trio and then ended as one. there’s so much pain within the years past and misunderstandings and mistakes they made with each other. but they’ll grow more together and it’s so beautiful, a message of regret and forgiveness and moving forward

[hozaloza]

this is one of the rare moments where I talk about something other than the cranes

BUT AIDEN'S PARENTS DO CARE

THEY DO

THEY JUST CAN'T SHOW IT BECAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO

THEY WEREN'T READY FOR A KID, BUT REGARDLESS HAD TRIED TO LOVE HIM

THEY DIDN'T KNOW THEIR KID WAS STRUGGLING BECAUSE THEIR JOB HAS THEM BUSY CONSTANTLY

IT'S HARD TO CHECK UP ON YOUR KID WHEN HE'S UNABLE TO EXPRESS HIMSELF

IF HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS HIMSELF, HOW ARE THEY GOING TO KNOW

IT'S HARD TO SEE IT SOMETIMES

Look, they may have not been the best, but they weren't awful.

Daniel and Jessica tried.

They did.

They thought, "Hey, he enjoys these games with give him, maybe more means he'll be happy?" It's hard to be a parent

It's harder to be a parent who has a job that constantly requires you to travel.

And it's especially hard when your kid doesn't know how to express emotion properly, and he needs to live with thrill to cope.

Understand that they are trying. I know they are.

(.......not me reflecting my own oc's family life into some of these 💀)

[hawkeyeslaughter]

hawktrap x dropping whatever they were doing to comfort them .

the way they both squeeze sanchez / margaret closer to them . GOD .

[joseopher]

Okay, is this line devastating? Yes. BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE HIGHLIGHTED LINE.

Tristan said, not "At least we could've been friendly", "At least we could've not been enemies" or "At least we could've not been trying to kill each other".

HE SAID AT THE VER VERY LEAST THEY COULD BE FRIENDS. Suggesting friendship is at the bottom, it's the bare minimum of Calum not manipulating him. THEIR BASELINE IS FRIENDSHIP. IS COMPANIONSHIP, IS CARING ABOUT EACH OTHER.

But also...it's the bare minimum, it's what would've been guaranteed AT. THE. LEAST.

Meaning anything more than that was WELL IN THE REALM OF POSSIBILITY??? TRISTAN COME BACK WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?? HOW LONG DID YOU KNOW COULD'VE LOVED CALLUM (and maybe actually do in this universe too) ????

[deldeldel90]

i love Lance & Blaine's brotherhood so much ,, like. not sure if it's just a niche or not but they!!!! they!!!!!!!!! putting my heart and soul writing them bc they are so :))) :DDD :DD!!

[yusuke-of-valla]

Funny idea.

Everyone's so focused on The Promised Day at the end of the month they're not really keeping track of the date beyond "X days until we maybe all die?" So no one clocks it's Yusuke's birthday on the 28th until Hamuko checks her calendar and has a panic attack

[stillswearing]

Jeremy Strong sending the John Berryman poem Dream Song 29 to Jesse Armstrong following Kendall's end. and Jesse immediately responding with TS Eliot's Death By Water. Literature nerds, your honor.

[willbyerswithpowersblog]

The Duffers with the byler scenes are like "We're going to shoot the rain fight multiple times with different lines, let's do a lot of drafts for Will's painting, we're going to shoot the Van scene for hours, everything has to be perfect!"

And I love that about them.

[daydreamerdrew]

The Marvel Family (1945) #14

[homeless202]

Haejoon immediately noticed sth was wrong and correctly guessed it was an injury. He grabbed Eunyung by the scarf to make sure he didn't hurt him by potentially grabbing another injury.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]