#this quote... this scene... this chapter...

[nyree2712]

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 362

Bradley (5 years): Hey, Mav...?

Maverick: Yes, Baby Goose?

Bradley: Can a kid breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Maverick:

Maverick: Where's Jake?

[absolutelynotclassicusernam-blog]

Rilla of Ingleside Book Club: Chapter XI, Dark and Bright

Every one of Walter’s scenes wrenches my soul, but this one especially.

“It’s not fair—you’re not fit.”

“Physically I am. Sound as a bell. The unfitness is in the soul and it’s a shame and a disgrace.”

As someone mentally ill—someone for whom, one might say, the unfitness is in the soul—this makes me cry. Walter is in desperate need of therapy. If only it existed for him.

Susan says the word “darn” here? Even quoting someone else? I thought she didn’t believe anyone should ever use that word!

“Mary Vance said bitterly that if Rilla Blythe felt as bad as she pretended to feel over Jem’s going to the front she wouldn’t be urging other girls’ brothers and friends to go.” Yeah—I know Rilla really did feel bad over Jem’s going and will feel worse over Walter’s, but Mary’s right. It’s not fair for her to defend her brother’s right to not enlist and then go and tell other people that the best thing they can do is die in the war.

I have conflicting feelings about the scene where Rilla finally loves Jims. I imagine that if one doesn’t want kids and never has, reading that scene doesn’t feel very good; there does seem to be an implication that there’s a parental instinct waiting to be awakened in everyone, and that’s not true or fair. But just in terms of Rilla and Jims as characters, I do love it.

I know that Jem has to believe that “there’s something across from [them] that has to be wiped out of the world” for his own sanity, but nonetheless it sends a chill through me. This is the same time that the Christmas Truce was happening, that English and German soldiers were, for one night, seeing each other’s humanity. I wish Jem could have been there. I’m trying to think how to put this—right now, I’m honestly more concerned for his soul than Walter’s. I don’t mean that I think he’ll go to hell when he dies—I don’t believe in hell—but I do believe that, as Terry Pratchett said, all evil things come from seeing other people as things. I would hate for Jem to spend his life full of that. I think he maybe needs therapy even more than Walter does.

[brynnmclean]

let's see, a 💬, a ❤️, and a THIS QUOTE THO:

Heart pounding and face flushed with embarrassment, he’d asked her for praise.  He hadn’t prepared himself to get it. It’s agonizing.   You’re good to me.  Those words slide between his ribs like the blade of a knife, burying deep in his heart and twisting against his bones, fracturing him open and flooding him with heat.  He flinches the way he never does when his hand is on a gun, straining again against the ropes around his arms, but Jyn is there, draping her body over his, her hands against his skin.  He wants to tell her, don’t, afraid the jagged edges of his heart will cut her, but she holds him together until the feeling begins to fade and the world reorients itself.

(from alt pov cast some light, which is. So Much.)

First off, omg, THANK YOU so much for calling out that section from the alt ficlet for dying to be taken apart. I'm a bit sad that I never ended up finishing the whole POV chapter, but one day maybe I'll get back to it! I love the idea of Cassian working up the nerve to ask for what he wants when they're negotiating the bondage scene, but then when they're actually in the scene and he gets what he wants, it's SO MUCH for him. But he trusts Jyn. She grounds him. They're good. <3 I'm so happy cast some light is still being read and enjoyed by you. It means a lot to hear nice things about it after all these years.

💬 - I'll do something from the last Rebelcaptain fic I posted on AO3 in 2020, first flush of hope to carry the grey away:

“Come here,” Jyn murmurs, and for a second Cassian isn’t sure if she’s goading the ‘Troopers toward them so she can beat them down.  She moves then and it isn’t how he expects her to—instead of pushing him out of the way so she can fight, she widens her stance and pulls him in closer, straddling his thigh.  The grunt of surprise that tumbles out of his mouth is genuine; the moan she makes is not. In spite of the fact that he’s never—they haven't—his mind skips as her hand slides up to the back of his head, her fingers sliding restlessly through his hair.  Heat alights all through him, but he leans into it and tucks his face down into her neck, murmuring assent against her throat like a kiss.   It’s all right, he can go where she leads him.  He understands this is the cover: lovers making out in an alley.  He wants to actually kiss her neck, but he won’t, not like this.  He allows himself one touch as she presses up against him again, he takes one hand off the wall and splays his palm against her waist.  Steadying her.

I just love the tension of that moment, where Cassian's brain is racing through so many thoughts-- he's injured, they're both displaying An Image of lovers necking in an alley, is Jyn goading Stormtroopers under her breath or asking him to come closer, he wants to kiss her neck so fucking bad, but he Will Not, he is In Control--

I miss my man!!!!!

❤️ - from breathes in deep the air because so much of it lives in my head rent-free (the cunt manifesto, oh my god, the sex scenes are so good and so real) but I think I've got two lines for you here:

Beneath her, Cassia's hums, her groans are louder now. But they're steady. Not building. Not enough. She's arching a bit, and her eyes drift closed, and her free hand falls down to stroke at her breast, and there's something missing, something more— but she's got that look to her, like there's too much of that clever, overactive brain left to ask for what she wants.

and here:

It's too much, she's too here, Cassia's too precious—she needs to drop her gaze, to lose herself, to become only action, only motion.

which are both part of the same scene, Jyn POV in chapter 3, but I just... I think it so clearly and succinctly gets at the way Cassia(n) and Jyn's brains work-- or in Jyn's case, how she prefers to operate. Cassian's brain moves at a mile a minute and yeah, I think overactive is a fantastic word for it. And then Jyn... Jyn who I do think has been honed into someone who is so action-oriented, who is so used to running, that yeah... wanting to become only action, only motion, focusing on someone else rather than being the focus... I mean, you MUST know I'm obsessed with this fic and the way you write these two. I think you NAILED (ha) it. And I love sex scenes as character building experiences. Love love love.

[ask me about fic quotes!]

[leojurand]

She responded with a small contented sound like a snort—an absurd sound that seemed to lift the sealing stone and release some well-spring of laughter deep down within him. It came bubbling and leaping up in the most tremendous hurry to reach the sunlight, so that all his blood danced with it and his lungs were stifled with the rush and surge of this extraordinary fountain of delight. He felt himself at once ridiculous and omnipotent. He was exultant. He wanted to shout.

—Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman's Honeymoon

[thepandalion]

ok no I need to talk about this

the reason ralsei is changing is because of susie

the way he said it, darkners that are based on memories of loved ones can "only appear in specific darkness". meaning, originally, ralsei was kris' memory

and, similarly, gerson was presumably Alvin's?

except. gerson came back. it's the third sanctuary. a different dark world. but he's still here. and why?

because SUSIE remembers him. she wrote alvin the letter from him. she fought him and won and came back to look for him. because now he's in her memories, too.

following that logic, of course ralsei is in her memories too. more prominently, too, each time she returns to an adventure. he strays further from the blurry memories kris has, into something that's both theirs and hers

and, while we're at it, maybe ours, too. we shape him with our choices because we're part of this team too

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

"You sure I shouldn't ask Cuir or Chradh—"

"No." I start down the stairs. There's only one other person besides Bodhi and Garrick I can trust to prioritize Xaden's best interests, only one other person who can know the truth in its entirety. "Tell Glane I need Imogen."

— Violet Sorrengail, in the Onyx Storm prologue

"What did you do?" My head snaps toward Imogen, and a deep sense of foreboding takes root in my chest.

She slowly lifts her gaze to mine. "What you asked me to."

— Violet Sorrengail to Imogen Cardulo, during Chapter 66 of Onyx Storm

[flying-cat]

One reason I love the idea of bkdk trading some character traits with one another (Izuku gets angry a bit easier and maybe swears when he's not thinking about how his poor mother would react to it (lmao) and Katsuki getting at least a little bit calmer (when people aren't actively making him angry) and letting his nerdy side show more) is because it then makes me think about them meeting their middle school selves with some sort of timefuck quirk and their middle school selves are already flabbergasted that they're both pro-heroes together AND they get along. Now just wait until 14 y/o Katsuki sees 24 y/o Izuku getting PISSED at something and 25 y/o Katsuki is trying not to laugh about it.

[aprill-99]

Prof. Grady: “I didn’t see you at stealth training yesterday Wingleader Riorson!”

Xaden: “Thank you sir.”

[stromuprisahat]

It all happened so fast. The Knight of Flowers was shouting for his own sword as Ser Gregor knocked his squire aside and made a grab for the reins of his horse. The mare scented blood and reared. Loras Tyrell kept his seat, but barely. Ser Gregor swung his sword, a savage two-handed blow that took the boy in the chest and knocked him from the saddle. The courser dashed away in panic as Ser Loras lay stunned in the dirt. But as Gregor lifted his sword for the killing blow, a rasping voice warned, “Leave him be,” and a steel-clad hand wrenched him away from the boy. The Mountain pivoted in wordless fury, swinging his longsword in a killing arc with all his massive strength behind it, but the Hound caught the blow and turned it, and for what seemed an eternity the two brothers stood hammering at each other as a dazed Loras Tyrell was helped to safety. Thrice Ned saw Ser Gregor aim savage blows at the hound’s-head helmet, yet not once did Sandor send a cut at his brother’s unprotected face. It was the king’s voice that put an end to it … the king’s voice and twenty swords. Jon Arryn had told them that a commander needs a good battlefield voice, and Robert had proved the truth of that on the Trident. He used that voice now. “STOP THIS MADNESS,” he boomed, “IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING!” The Hound went to one knee. Ser Gregor’s blow cut air, and at last he came to his senses. He dropped his sword and glared at Robert, surrounded by his Kingsguard and a dozen other knights and guardsmen. Wordlessly, he turned and strode off, shoving past Barristan Selmy. “Let him go,” Robert said, and as quickly as that, it was over.

A Game of Thrones- Chapter 30 (George R. R. Martin)

A few moments later Ser Loras Tyrell walked back onto the field in a simple linen doublet and said to Sandor Clegane, “I owe you my life. The day is yours, ser.” “I am no ser,” the Hound replied, but he took the victory, and the champion’s purse, and, for perhaps the first time in his life, the love of the commons. They cheered him as he left the lists to return to his pavilion.

I love him Your Honour!

[slanky-here]

(In)Correct fe3h quotes lovingly sourced from my dms with oomf through their playthrough of three houses for the first time

[loveandleases]

I've fallen down the fantasy au rabbit hole after playing Lucanis inner demons quest from DATV. The M x Ardent X MC poly will be released later today on Patreon and Ko-fi for penthouse tier. I'll get back to the asks tomorrow.

[incorrect-losers]

Eddie: What are amphetamines?

Greta: Drugs that can go on land and water

Eddie: Ohh

[scenephile]

It felt pleasant.

[ducky-dawn47]

Chat how embarrassed would you be if while ur confessing to ur crush you get a Little "non-verbal?" Is that the term? My therapist says that sometimes when this happens.

Like- you have been non-stop socializing for 2 weeks straight- no breaks.

And ur brain decides "yeah were done talking" AT THE WORST TIME

Would that constitute a "valid crash out?" My friend Mei calls my outbursts "crash outs"

-OOC L! Red Son

[acourtofquestions]

Lorcan: odds are 500 to 8

Aelin: *pops knuckles* “I got dis” *takes off running towards the demon- army*

Lysandra: *dives into monster swamp*

Elide: did you not hear the part about the odds being FIVE HUNDRED AGAINST US?!?

Aedion: *already half way up a mountain — shrugs*

Dorian: … she said she got dis… so… we good.

Gavriel: I’m still trying to heal 24 years of abandonment issues… this feels like the safe bet to join in…

Manon: *picking at iron nails* I mean I was gonna go kill something anyway

Rowan: I’m following her to the end of the earth so this felt about right.

[devildomwriter]

“Wait, you want me to come along instead of Lucifer…? I don’t mind, but…”

“Wonderful, let’s go. Take care, Lucifer. And you too, __.”

— Solomon and Diavolo (Chapter 28-8)