#they're each others valentines

[zeropro]

I love them loving each other! Happy Valentine's day!

[spiderzlover]

Her Saturday 💙💛

[asukachii]

Jayvik Valentine's cards

[unpersoniverse]

I saw a tweet that said Korra's only a softie around Asami and one thing led to another...

[rad-roche]

Ad Hoc

[tiredandoptimistic]

What I really enjoy about Luke and Maryse's interactions in City of Ashes is that they clearly grew up separate from each other. Both of them are in their late thirties, but they hold this image in their heads of who the other was when they were teenagers, when they were enthralled by Valentine's hateful rhetoric.

From how he describes them to Clary, it's clear that Luke looks down on the Lightwoods. He says that they were Valentine's closest lieutenants and the most dedicated to his doctrine, and yet he ignores the fact that he was Valentine's second-in-command for most of the Circle's existence. He knows that he had doubts at the time and then grew into a kind and accepting adult, but Robert and Maryse appeared dedicated to Valentine from the outside and have been separate from Luke ever since, so to him they must still be as cruel as they ever were. He sees himself as superior because he got out first, but forgets that he stuck around until Valentine literally told him to kill himself, while Robert and Maryse surrendered to the Clave voluntarily.

Then there's Maryse, who's still bitter over Luke's betrayal. Not because he turned against Valentine, but because he and Jocelyn set a trap that ended with every member of the Circle (other than the Lightwoods, Hodge, and Michael) being killed by the combined forces of the Clave and the Downworlders. Of course Maryse is being pretty hypocritical here, since she was fully in on the plan to murder a bunch of unarmed diplomats, but she does have a point that Luke and Jocelyn did nothing to protect their former friends. Their plan saved lives in the long run, but it resulted in far more bloodshed that night than Valentine's simple massacre.

After Valentine's supposed death, Jocelyn, Luke, Robert, and Maryse all went into a sort of retirement in New York City. For Luke and Jocelyn it was their mundane employment and for Maryse and Robert is was their place as Institute heads, but both couples spent fifteen years raising their kids and learning to be better people. By the time we see them in TMI, all four former circle members had come to terms with how atrocious Valentine had been and dedicated themselves to doing better with their adult lives, but since it happened in relative isolation, they all still remember each other as they were at age twenty. To Maryse, Luke is still the man who left his friends to die, and to Luke, Maryse is still the woman who stuck by a murderer until the end.

I just think it's very interesting that there are so few survivors of the Circle left in 2007, and barely any of them communicate with each other at all. Amatis was left alone in Idris, Hodge felt so abandoned by the Clave that he went back to Valentine, Robert and Maryse trapped themselves in a loveless marriage rather than give up the illusion of stability they'd built for their kids, Luke and Jocelyn denied their past until it came to find them, and Michael was killed with his family in a scheme that would never have worked if a single person came to check up on him in the ten years Valentine inhabited his life. They could have found a community through this common experience, but instead they saw each other as monsters for the things they all did.

[aelswiths]

Aelswith x Alfred + Hand Holding (& killing me 😭😭🥺🥺)

[rottengurlz]

"In the crooks of your body, I find my religion."

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin & Mitch | 691/?? 

[m1ssunderstanding]

People have probably already seen this because apparently it's been on YouTube for a week but I hadn't so here you go if you want! Spoilers (I guess) in the tags so for people that don't want to watch this sneak peak and ruin their movie experience, don't read my tags :)

[andstillwestand]

Gotta love how Nick's been around Arryn so long that he's just immune to Her Bullshit™️

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Arryn: *tinkering with her bombs in an enclosed space*

Everyone Else: Oh shit, she's gonna fuck up and kill us all! Better leave the area before we die!

Nick: Could you at least try not to get your explosive chemicals all over my paperwork?

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Arryn: *says she's fine, she doesn't need to eat/sleep/etc.*

Everyone Else: She might shoot me if I argue, so I'll just let this slide/not say anything and watch the trainwreck.

Nick: Wrong, you're going to eat this bowl of noodles I got you and I will literally hold you down until you go to bed, you need sleep.

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Arryn: *is refusing to let anyone treat her injuries*

Everyone Else: She'll probably give me an injury if I don't leave her alone, so I guess that's what I'll do.

Nick: You don't get a choice, I'm sewing up that wound, so we can do this the easy way or the hard way.

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Arryn: I can handle this alone.

Everyone Else: Ok.

Nick: And theoretically I could detach my arm and beat people with it, that doesn't mean it's a good idea. I'm coming with you.

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Arryn: *openly voices her self-hatred and insecurities*

Everyone Else: ...

Nick: Don't make me tap the sign

[gloryride]

El Tango de V

[m4gp13]

Stop doing professional and/or violent people only finding a relationship that they're passionate about when they find someone they can be domestic with. Give me a regular couple with a perfectly healthy relationship that's slowing down because they don't feel truly fulfilled until they find out the other person is actually deeply fucked up and all of a sudden they're the most loving couple in the world.

By which mean I had an au where Ethabaster are an established power couple in the TA but their relationship is kind of bland and they're not really feeling it and the spark isn't there anymore but they haven't been talking about their issues much because they have significantly bigger fish to fry. Then when their political ambitions start to seriously diverge and they're making all their adverse political plays, that becomes the new spark keeping their relationship going in a Mr and Mrs Smith trying to kill each other way because omg babe you're soooo hot when you almost get me executed through your political subterfuge <3 anyway I'm making lasagne for dinner tonight. If you and your husband/situationship aren't locked in a game of political chess and constantly trying to undermine each other's military ambitions with internal espionage, are you even really in love?

[slumbergoblin]

Happy Valentine's Day! :)

[fallout-fucker]

Fallout 4 really coulda made the 'Living by the sea' vibes so terrifying. Of course, people know of mirleurks and stuff. But what about the things they don't know about. The fear of the unknown.

We know that sea life was also affected by radiation. We've seen the size of a mirelurk queen. We know that sharks exist from the corpses.

So. How do we know megalodons aren't back in the Falloutverse. Or krakens don't exist. Sea life enlarged and at an unimaginable scale, unknown to the survivors of humanity as they lurk beneath the waters.

What if Sole had been told not to cross the ocean to Far Habour. What if there's a reason that, after 200 years, no one has brought back voyager boats and sailing the oceans to reconnect the world. What if they know better. Or maybe they realise they don't know anything at all.

What if Sole set up a nice base at Spectacle Island, and is confused when Hancock refuses to see it. Sole jokes that he's paranoid, but he reminds them he grew up on the waterfront. He helped his dad fish when he was younger. Boats don't scare him. The water doesn't scare him.

"It's what's in it," He explained coldly. He sat down in the sand, shotgun in his arms. Sole asked him to elaborate, he said he couldn't. "You wanna go after the Institute, fine. I'll help. That's an unknown I can handle. But, I ain't getting in that boat, and neither should you."

"I'll...Ask someone else."

"Can it be Danse?"

Sole thought he was being dramatic but quickly realised that none of the companions were keen to travel across the water.

There was that time Sole once jumped off the Prydwen and into the deep sea, so far from shore, only to hear a guttural noise around them. They couldn't see anything. The water dark blue, and filthy, almost black from when the world was scorched. But whatever it was, it was large enough that its voice vibrated through their entire being. They convinved themself it was a whale. They know whales don't sound like that.

On the days Sole is at the castle, they like to look out at the ocean. Or did, until today when they saw a large boat in the distance become capsized. They almost sent their own boats out to help, but Preston placed a firm hand on their shoulder. His eyes told Sole everything he wouldn't. Preston's not the type to let people die. So, Sole turned the radio up so none of the other soldiers could hear the distant screams for help and distress calls. And to drown out their own guilt, watching as the last fisherman attempted to swim desperately to shore, only to be dragged down below the waves. Sole didn’t look away until the boat finally sank. When they did, their eyes landed on the East Wall, which was under reconstruction from when the mirelurk queen had emerged. Sole wonders if that was even the largest sea creature out there.

When Sole's getting ready for bed, Preston knocks at their door gently. "Even I can admit when something is a lost cause," There was a guilt dripped into his tone. A silent apology to the fallen men. "I'll tell our guys to stay out of the water for a few days. We can rely on the nets for fish."

"We should set up a limit for how far out our boats can go."

"We will. Tomorrow. For now, get some rest." He's halfway to closing the door when Sole speaks again.

"I jumped off of the Prydwen once..."

"Excuse me?"

"I was fine. I wanted to go into the water. I did."

"Excuse me?"

"I couldn't see anything. But I heard something. I felt the sound go through me. I think it was a whale."

"Think or hope?" Sole doesn't say anything. Preston gets his answer regardless. "Was it close to you or do you think it was fine?"

"Think or hope," Sole mirrors. "I don't know. It was large."

"That seems to be a theme with the ocean."

"...Is that why no one has tried to cross the ocean again in 200 years? I thought...I thought there'd be pirates again out there. Or something. That massive wooden ships had made a comeback somewhere."

"I can't say. For all we know, maybe people have tried." Sole doesn't want to think about the connotations of that.

"No one wanted to go to Spectacle Island."

"I'm sure it looks nice but...To be honest, neither would I. I'm Sorry."

"It's fine. I get it now...I don't think I do anymore, for a while...John wouldn't get in the boat."

"Hancock...Is a smart man. Sometimes."

"Sometimes? You're saying that to the person that jumped off of the Prydwen."

"True, you do make Hancock look like Einstein."

"Thank God people still know Einstein," Sole mumbles. "John's smarter than he let's on."

"He once showed up to my door, drunk, asking if I thought Nick had a penis. Then, if he did, if it could be classed as a vibrator. I refused to answer or ask the context for why he wanted to know."

"...On that note, goodnight Preston."

"Goodnight, Sole."

Sole stares at the ceiling as they try to sleep that night. The sound of the waves crashing against the walls keeps them awake.

[merge-conflict]

There are so many things I'm not allowed to tell you

I touch myself, I dream. Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending this skin is your skin, these hands your hands

The musicians start the overture while I hide behind the microphone, trying to match the dubbing to the big lips shining down from the screen. We're filming the movie called Planet of Love—

There's a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting where you can tell that I'm about to burst into tears, right before I burst into tears

We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again.

I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth

You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now baby.

I want it back.

(Dirty Valentine - Richard Siken)