#they're soulmates man

[outsidersheadcanons]

HAI ITS ME THE #1 (not really) MAR-BIT FAN!!¥{

If ur comfortable, I’d love to know how the Gang would react to Two-Bit dating Marcia, and possibly vice-versa for Marcia’s Soc friends finding out :^

OFC!!

So the gang would be very, very surprised but very happy for him!! Marcia and him are soul mates man <3 even Steve can't hate (but Ponyboy The Hater does because he thinks Marcia is "stuck up")

Two didn't even tell them he was seeing someone. They only found out because they realized he had better hygiene and cared more about his appearance 😭

Dally would react by saying "does she have a friend she could introduce me to man 🥵"

The gang also kinda thought he was joking when he told them??? And he didn't blame them. Bro was genuinely surprised when he found out the number she gave him was real.

Whenever the gang finds out he went out with Marcia... they always bombard him with a million questions.

As for the socs.... they weren't as supportive :( Except for Cherry because she's awesome. She didn't mind at all and even said hi to Two-bit when she saw him and Marcia out on a date.

Marcia's "friends" pulled a "it's us or him 😡" on her. She picked Two-bit ofc ❤️

Marcia loves being with Two-bit. The other soc guys she dated were really gross and never wanted to talk to her for hours like Two-bit does. They can sit down and just... talk for hours on end ❤️

[withacapitalp]

That Little Voice in the Back of your Head

I am so so sorry for this one (TW at the end)

Get up. 

Steve let out an irritated little growl, turning over and pushing his face further into the mattress

Uuuuuuuup. Getupgetupgetupgetupgetup

“No,” He practically whined, shoving another pillow over his head. 

C’mon Dingus, what are you gonna do? Stay in bed all day? Wake up! Wipe the crud out of your eyes! Up and at ‘em lazybones! Early bird gets the tomato! 

Steve rolled his eyes at his inner Robin and her thousand weird little catchphrases. She was always interjecting some idiom, comparing one thing to another in a way that never made sense to anyone but her. 

That was one of the things he loved most about her, one of the things that stuck with him even when she wasn’t around. 

As much as he wanted to just ignore that voice, he knew it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. So Steve did as his inner Robin bid. He threw the pillow half heartedly to the floor and swung up into a sitting position, his spine cracking into place as he did. Immediately his head began to swim, starbursts dancing along his vision as his empty stomach made itself known with a ridiculously loud growl.  

That’s what happens when you don’t eat, Stevie.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve sighed to the empty room, dragging his hand across his face and sighing, “I know, Robinbird. I know,” 

Logically, Steve knew his body was hungry. He hadn’t eaten in at least a day, and he had barely been eating the entire week. His clothes were starting to hang on him in funny ways, and his fingers and toes were perpetually cold no matter how much he bundled up. 

French toast. French toast and bacon. 

French toast and bacon. Robin’s favorite breakfast. The one she demanded every time she slept over, even when they were rushing to make it to work or school on time. If he couldn’t make it for her in the morning, she would show up at night, waiting and expectant. 

Of course his brain version of her would demand that. Even when she wasn’t here, he still had to make what she wanted. 

Steve huffed out a soft laugh, standing up and almost immediately falling back on his ass. Okay, maybe it had been more than a day since he last ate.

Easy there, Tiger. Don’t wanna have to call for help, do you? ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!’ the kids would have a field day, and you would never live it down. 

Steve snorted, shaking his head. 

“I’m not quite that bad yet,” He murmured to himself, taking a small step forward and moving slowly into the hallway and down the stairs. He was halfway down, taking them just one single step at a time, when Robin’s voice filtered through his head once more

Remember when I fell down these?

“Which time?”

Shut up. The last time I was here. 

She had tripped the last time she was here, hadn’t she? They had been rushing, trying to get to Eddie’s on time. They were all going to go together to Eddie’s show in the van, but he had sworn he would leave without the two of them if they were late again. 

Robin had been trying to put on earrings as she was walking, a dangerous combo when she was moving on a flat surface. Combine that with wearing a pair of socks, and the fact that the stairs in Steve’s house were notoriously slippery, and she hadn’t stood a chance. 

The only reason she hadn’t broken her neck when she tumbled down was she had fallen directly on top of Steve. They had both been bruised from head to toe from that one, but they had laughed for so long that they ended up being late anyway. 

Steve looked down at his arm, absentmindedly tracing the faded yellow bruise on his wrist. Most of them were already gone, this was pretty much the last one. 

It’s been a lot longer than you want to admit. A couple weeks. You can’t just keep pretending. It’s not healthy. 

Steve pushed Robin away, shuffling into the kitchen and beginning to drag out ingredients. He just had to make her favorite breakfast. Then he would eat, and her nagging little voice would be satisfied, and he could go back to sleep. 

But, just as he went to crack the first egg, a loud bell echoed through the house. 

Who’s that? 

“Steve?” Another ring of the doorbell, and Nancy’s voice floated in from outside. 

A pretty girl on your doorstep! That doesn’t happen every day for you anymore, Robin’s voice teased. Steve could practically feel her elbowing his side, You should open the door. 

Steve couldn’t make his legs move, but he did put the egg carefully back into its carton. The fatigue, which had just been beginning to slowly leech out of his body, slammed back in at full force, making his legs shake. He gripped tight onto the countertop in an effort to stay vertical, his entire body suddenly lighting up in pain. 

Answer the door, Steve. 

“C’mon, I saw you moving in there,”  Nancy shouted from outside. 

The front door was right next to the kitchen, barely a few feet from where he was standing. It would be so easy to go and open the door. 

He couldn’t. 

Steve. 

“Stop,” He whispered, raising one hand so he could bury it in his hair and pull. He wasn’t talking loud enough for Nancy to hear, but that didn’t matter. 

He wasn’t talking to Nancy.

No. I won’t His inner Robin said stubbornly. 

 “Please, stop,” 

No! You can’t do this. You promised you wouldn’t do this. 

“Please let me in. You can’t just shove us all away,” Nancy sounded mad now, and she had given up on the doorbell, simply pounding her fist angrily against the wood of the door, furiously shaking the doorknob like she could somehow make it unlock with just her ire. 

The irony was, Nancy could have opened the door very easily. Right by her left foot, hidden behind a pot, was a fake rock that contained a key. If she had that, then Steve couldn’t stop her from barging in, forcing him to talk to her and speak for the first time in almost two weeks. 

But only one person knew which rock had the false bottom, and she wasn’t here to tell Nancy. 

“We need each other right now, Steve,” Nancy’s voice had gotten quieter, and he could see from the way her shadow shifted that she was leaning her forehead against the door. 

She’s right. They need you. They need their babysitter, their caretaker, their person. They need you, Steve. 

He couldn’t bring himself to care. He didn’t want to care, didn’t want to have to give everything up again, only to lose it all. 

They needed their person, but he needed his too. He needed his person here with him, standing by his side, making her stupid little jokes, keeping him alive right alongside her. 

She had been taken away from him, and nothing made sense anymore. 

You promised me you wouldn’t do this. 

Steve loved Robin with all of his heart. She was everything to him. He would have done anything for her, anything. 

But he hated her for making him make that promise. 

“Promise me you won’t become a turtle,” Robin whispered, pushing away the mask from her face. Steve carefully replaced it, holding both of her hands in his.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Robinbird,” Steve replied, trying for a smile. He couldn’t think of a moment where he wanted to smile less, but he did it anyway. She needed that. 

“You do this thing when you’re hurt, or scared,” Robin cut herself off with a gasp, every word clearly a struggle.

“Don’t talk,” Steve whispered, kissing their joined hands, “You’ll be fine. Just rest,” 

It was a lie, and they both knew it was a lie. Normally Robin let him lie, but she seemed determined to finish what she was saying this time. She pulled one hand away, carding it through his hair and giving him a tired smile. She looked exhausted, completely and utterly spent. 

“You close up. You push everyone but me away. You don’t let them in. You can’t do that this time. Promise me, you won’t do that this time.” 

“She wouldn’t want this. She wouldn’t want you to push us all away,” 

Steve knew that. Those had been the last fucking words Robin had ever said. She had used whatever strength she had left to tell him that, to try and save him one last time. 

And Steve hated her for it. He hated her, and he loved her, and he missed her so badly all of his bones were aching. 

You need help. 

Yeah, he probably did. He needed lots of things. That didn’t mean he was going to get any of them. Steve abandoned the forgotten ingredients of his breakfast, staggering towards the stairs and lurching his way back up to the bedroom

He was tired. He was going to sleep, and nothing was going to stop him. Not Nancy, not his body, not even Robin’s voice. 

After all, it wasn’t like she was here to actually yell at him anymore. 

((TW: Death, grief, and disordered eating. Robin dies, and Steve is not handling it well))

[mischievous-thunder]

Is this the official pose of fighting for superhero couples? Is this also the official pose for trying to calm your feisty partner?

Is this how they reassure each other?

Is this how they protect the love of their life? Is this common amongst enhanced superhero soulmates?

[duchess-of-new-shire]

Big fan of whatever this kind of obsession is

[wwxsflutesolo]

"Chuuya. Come to your senses. Our fate will not end in a place like this. Because you and I are destined to—"

@/kedreeva// ernest hemingway - the old man and the sea// death cab for cutie - summer years// unknown// unknown// lidia yuknavitch - the chronology of water: a memoir// richard siken - saying your names// taylor swift - gorgeous// unknown// victor hugo - les miserables// jeanette winterson - lighthousekeeping// sylvia Plath - lady lazarus// margaret atwood - power politics// tory adkisson - Anecdote of the Pig//richard siken - planet of love, wishbone// ethel cain - hard times// margaret atwood - variations on the word love

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

‘Butter’ Jacket Shoot Sketch Day Three - RM, j-hope, Jimin, and V

[gurggggleburgle]

Luo Binghe is the kinda psychopath to pull out scrabble on a date and call it flirting and Shen Yuan is able to respond positively to this because man has zero, negative, and infinity levels of rizz catching all and simultaneously no bitches at once because these radio frequencies are all different lengths in this essay I will...

[iwasbored777]

This was so relatable cuz I remember from school that languages you speak every day get so complicated with their grammar and you end up having better grades in foreign languages than ones you're expected to know the best. I used to have a better grade in a language that I studied for a year than the one I speak since I was a toddler.

[horrorlesbians]

if rust was a woman marty would have been foaming at the mouth to fuck him the moment they met and if it wasn't for marty's insane insecurities about his masculinity he would understand that he has deep feelings for rust that transcend friendship

[deathsbestgirl]

Being soulmates takes away their choice though

okay sorry i have to answer this one because i was thinking about this the other day and i want to talk about it. and no!! it doesn't. in the field where i died, scully tells mulder, "even i knew for certain, i wouldn't change a day." that was scully saying it doesn't matter what the truth of it is, whether they're soul mates or not, she would choose the same thing. scully repeats this sentiment several times through the series. recently, i was specifically thinking about all things. this episode is a culmination for scully. for moving beyond just accepting her desires & choices, it's about affirming & embracing them. she "talks to god" and he talks back. the woman she kept seeing was an echo of mulder, leads her right to him in the end. they sit on his couch and talk about her journey. she says "i once considered spending my whole life with this man. what i would have missed...what if there was only one choice, and all the other ones were wrong, and there were signs along the way to pay attention to?"

to me, fate & choice are actually the same thing. scully, the person she is, she was always going to choose mulder. she chose mulder in the pilot, and she continued choosing him. it's a choice she made over & over, and she would do it all again. in the truth, sitting in another motel room, just like in the pilot, scully tells mulder: "why would i accept defeat? why would i accept if you won't? mulder, you say that you've failed, but you only fail if you give up. and i know you — you can't give up. it's what i saw in you when we first met. it's what made me follow you...why i'd do it all over again."

scully could have changed it any time, but she didn't. she could have transferred or quit in fight the future, but instead she goes to tell mulder in person, knowing he wouldn't let her just walk away. much like when mulder goes to see her in redux because she would change his mind if he was wrong. or in one son, she told him she couldn't help him anymore and ten minutes later, she's calling him.

i also may have literally just posted all of these thoughts recently but ya know. they're doing laps in my brain. so much of this show is about the concepts of fate vs choice. but really, it doesn't matter because they're the same. clyde bruckman's final repose is all about it. scully & melissa talk about it in the christmas carol dream/memory. mulder is always giving people opportunities, choices — not accepting anyone's fate before the end. fate & choice, like mulder & scully, are two sides of the same coin.

[blindmagdalena]

really obsessed with soulmate au’s recently and it got me thinking… what if john’s soulmate was part of the boys? a girl trying to kill him with an entire group of people also trying to kill him… and he’s fated to her? could picture him finding out and just putting his hands on his hips while turning his back to her and doing that click chuckle thing. just in utter disbelief but it is definitely on track for fate’s little play with him and his life lolol

Oohhh, you know, I've never played much with the soulmate au concept, but this struck me just right because I can so clearly see the slow, building meltdown that strikes him when that reveal drops.

The mirthless laugh, shaking his head, the hapless gesture to the ceiling before his hands drop. "Of course. Of course it's you. Why wouldn't it be? I mean—Christ, it makes sense, doesn't it? Every single person who was supposed to love me has-has fucked it, so why—" he keeps cutting into this escalating, unsettling laughter. There's nothing funny about it: you're sure that you're watching someone lose the last shred of their sanity in real time. "Why would my 'soulmate'-", he says, miming big, dramatic quotation marks. "-be any different?" That manic grin has shifted into tight baring of his teeth, a vicious sneer. He closes in on you, stands so near you can feel the heat of his breath when he hisses, "I should put you in the fucking dirt with the rest of them."

It should be terrifying, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the glassiness of his eyes. The sheer devastating heartbreak of it all, telegraphed clear as day in the way he carries himself. His eyes flare red, sizzling up the tears before they can fall. "And then you really will be all alone," you say. Maybe it's the hopelessness of the moment, maybe it's the shock of learning for yourself that he's supposed to be your one and only, but you feel numb. Frayed in a way you didn't know you could be. The crimson light of his eyes disappears in an instant, revealing surprise, followed by a wounded kind of look, before that familiar seething rage returns. "We'll see about that."

[crimeronan]

i've been informed that at least one person and Possibly a couple other friends are picking up toh after putting up with a full year of my relentless niche AU blogging, to which i will say: one half of the mindscape trauma pals isn't introduced til s2, so you'll have a little while before anything sounds Super familiar. you DO get luz being a forever icon for super annoying autistic children right from the getgo tho.

also if your main knowledge of hunter comes from my princess AU shitposting, then. your experience of Actually Meeting Him is going to be.... UNBELIEVABLY funny.

[lofan]

Okay, but why does Berlin's son look so sus? Let me demonstrate!

Berlin:

Rafael:

+ Bonus. Martin:

[mischievous-thunder]

Honey Badger's speaking for both of them because they're versatile like that

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[paracosm-draw]

Rewatched ROTS for the 100th time tonight and I still can't believe that Obi-Wan didn't feel when Anakin fully turn to the dark side, betrayed Mace and the Council and killed all the younglings. There's no way, considering how close they are, that he didn't feel a thing like Yoda did, and I'll be eternally pissed about this 😤