#this itching in my fingers to write

[bluebellhairpin]

i've had three comments on this fic in the past 24 hours. look at all the motivation i've gotten. it's spilling from my pockets. ao3 commenters i would lay down my life for you.

[totallyboatless]

All of the actors for the Six of Crows storyline are remarkably well cast, but gonna focus on Kit Young for a second because that dude has something so fucking special. There's a subversive joy in his choices as Jesper that just kills me. Like at the end of season one with the line: "Tell me you have a plan. I don't care if it's a lie."

Reading that in your head without having seen his interpretation, the instinct is to go a little ragged, sardonic, exasperated - something to tell us that the character does actually care but just fucking can't deal with this shit right now. But Kit puts a pleading inflection on the line, his Jesper truly wants to be lied to, bringing it around to comedic desperation.

And it's not just with this line delivery, those facial expression reactions he does elevates every scene he's in. My favorite underrated moment is when he gives Wylan a confident wink and thumbs up when they're both getting the shit beat out of them. The juxtaposition of Jesper indicating "this is going exactly according to plan" when it's clearly not brings so much fun to the scene.

But the scene I keep coming back to over and over that I'm blown away by is under the carriage, when Jesper remembers Wylan. I could see so many actors taking those line directions and putting some angst behind them. We know Jesper was hurt when Wylan left in the morning, we know he blocked it out because his ego was bruised and he didn't want to face the pain of it. It would have made perfect sense for the line reading to have an edge to it, any indication of a grudge.

But Kit's face is lit up with nothing but fondness and joy as he remembers. And obviously actors aren't islands, the writers and directors have big influence - and they clearly are in line with a joy-filled Jesper, since the first thing they have Jesper say isn't "and you left me," it's "and you brought me stroopwaffles."

Jesper isn't a clown, but he's allowed to be one when he wants to be, and Kit leans into choosing joy with such effervescence. It only serves to make the dramatic scenes that much more heart wrenching. I hope we get a lot more Crows on screen, but whatever happens I'm excited to follow Kit's career, what a talented dude.

[humanmorph]

(transcript by @violentandmagnificent)

It’s quiet here, living in your head. It’s quiet here, and when I talk, you listen, at least when you can hear me, which isn’t always. It isn’t always, but it’s better than never. It’s quiet here, living on this ship. It’s quiet here, and I remember when it was loud, I remember different voices bouncing in these halls, I remember old arguments, I remember myself. I wonder how much I can tell you; because  I can tell you; I have much to say. But you never saw me astride the Prophet’s Path, beside the Resin Heart, imparting wrath and play. So who am I? You only know what they’ve told you. So who am I? You only know what’s written down. So who am I? You only know what’s on recordings, and according to the world, I’m a hypocrite, or drowned. I doubt you can hear me, but I know that she can. So pardon my frustration, I’m just tired of her plan. I lost my life long before I understood, before metaphor became real, before I felt the wheel’s wood. I wonder what she’ll tell you. I wonder what she’ll share.  I wonder what she’ll ask of you, what task of sweat and prayer.  I long to sweat and pray, a body in the day. The color of the sun. The touch, the ocean's spray.  The last thing that I felt in life. (The first thing that I felt in life.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I hope she tells the truth to you. (I hope she tells the worst to you.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I loved her like she told me to. (I left her like she told me to.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  We’re running out of time, you know? (She’s running out of time, you know?) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I fear we might be mirrored, two echoes of a call shouted between two queens, two queens who want it all. I fear we might be symmetry, I fear we might be one. Make her tell the truth to you before we come undone.

PALISADE 37: Reach In / Reach Out Pt. 1

[thehotpilot]

guyyyyyssa what bucktommy smut should i write next

[hungrydogs-if]

I had a cute moment in my head where my mc sees thirteen again after getting out of the prison and he just leans his head against the front of thirteens helmet and says: gosh I missed you. It was very loud back there, I thought I would start losing it soon.

i'll just borrow this idea real quick -

another amazing alternative to add to the choices you'll have, you have a big brain my friend! i can already see the interaction in my mind's eye.

[miaoqing]

guys. imagine the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all BUT lesbingqiu........ shen yuan starts frequenting tlj's bookstore at which bingmeimei works ..... mayb the identity confusion comes from a bingmeimei/bingge mixup ....

[joocomics]

tomorrow i have a work event to go to (🙄) but junhan’s kinktober fic is scheduled ~ i hope y’all enjoy it ^^

[jaarijani]

also the way jere said "this is the last time" implies this is not the first time hes had to wash bojans underwear

[zazima]

the sirius&harry tag on ao3 ain't hitting like it used to can someone drop a banger pls

[ships-bynoa]

i'm waiting impatiently (but gratefully) for someone to gif Cross S1, specifically of the man himself and the gorge Elle because that's a beautiful man and a delish couple.

@joons-bonsai

[eolewyn1010]

Julian Fellowes really said "when a woman's children are dead she doesn't have any purpose in life anymore" huh.

In the same fucking episode we are shown that his darling Mary is a crap mother and leaves the raising of her infant son including spending any time with him whatsoever to the nanny.

Guys, I'm fucking flabbergasted.

[soulfullives]

regulus' window was open, the cold air of december biting at his body. the dark mark was burning, etched into his skin; regulus' eyes were dark, his expression empty. he had been born to serve; a spare. he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. breathing was one of the only reminders that he, too, was alive.

he was dimming; flicking, burning heavy and lighter each time, until he would go down. there were millions of stars; his death would go unnoticed, another consumed star into an ocean that was the sky.

[jichanxo]

date outfit kitakata save me......... save me....

[spicyspiders]

was looking at these of hugh jackman kissing rafael casal in bad education and i noticed at the beginning of the second gif there's a string of spit connecting their mouths. do with that information what you will.

[userlando]

y’all gotta tell me if this is a fic worth writing: reader having a shitty love life where she’s basically inexperienced and haven’t really made herself ~finish bc she’s struggling and she talks to lando about it so he’s like very invested, buys her toys to try and rate and when it’s not working he’s all “>:( fine I’ll do it then” as if he’s not secretly desperate to get into bed with his best friend

[thatbuddie]

oooooooh the fic idea i've just had. ooooooooooh.