#we’ve come too far

[miwiromantics]

WHY ARE THERE MILEVENS ON MY FEED??!!!WHY ARE THERE BYLERS CONFESSING THEY DONT THINK BYLER WILL BE ENDGAME!!???

WHAT ARE WE DOINNGG GUYSS. WE’VE GONE TOO FAR, WE HAVE TO STAY STRONG!!!!

[queerdiazs]

as somebody who isn’t a fan of tommy, i think there definitely is nuance to the discussion of the hate taylor/shannon/abby/ana/marisol got vs the hate tommy is getting, and it isn’t as simple as saying it’s the same because it really isn’t.

the hate tommy is getting is strange. there are people talking about killing his character with a gun, calling him a pedophile and a groomer, and wishing harm upon him in ways that reflect hate crimes perpetrated against real queer people today.

and as a fandom that is compromised of a majority queer people, i don’t think is something hard to understand.

[afterlife-2004]

[goldensunset]

while I can't say I've encountered nearly as many Radiant Garden fans as you probably have in order for that to jump to mind, I actually did find myself really agreeing with your take on it. I totally thought I was missing some cutscenes for a while, like maybe I just hadn't seen something that was in the manga or in the DS version of 358/2 days, but no. people actually do just extrapolate off of nothing. and while that's fine for the most part, I never see this level of dedication being put in for female characters. as a huge Aqua fan it's frustrating that she has so many interesting qualities that I'd love to see explored but DON'T because most of the fandom would rather extrapolate from a guy with 4 seconds of screen time than even think about her. unless she's being shipped with Terra, I guess. I think the R.G. folks are just a microcosm of that bigger issue--they'd dig into the earth's fucking mantle looking for gold in an emo boy before digging six feet down for a woman

salt under the cut (i won’t make this a habit i promise)

adjdjcnsnxn that’s an incredible way to put it i might steal that phrasing… see like again i understand the ienzo thing purely from a life situation point of view. if a lil boy was an orphan raised by sketchy weirdos in a lab and then at the ripe old age of 8 had the whole losing-his-heart-and-growing-up-less-than-human-raised-in-a-cult thing. sure i’d want to explore that too! i’d read farther into it than canon. but literally where is the passion for aqua or kairi or skuld etc etc… i mean the girls have their fans but like no one is out here constructing an entire elaborate universe out of them. like i do my best but it’s hard work… but i mean that’s hardly surprising right. that’s how the story goes

honestly ienzo fans don’t even make me mad it’s more like i get annoyed when ppl obsess over like. aeleus and dilan.. because respectfully and i say this with love. there is *nothing* there. they didn’t even bother bringing back their vas in kh3. they are filler. why do all the shifty weirdo radiant garden men draw rabid fans but heaven forbid the ladies get love. hold on *approaches hornet’s nest with a baseball bat* i think there’s something about specifically adult fictional men that- ((i reconsider and stop myself))

but like. people are allowed to do whatever they want idk at worst it’s annoying when they start attacking others over alleged mischaracterization. yes i know in your fun and admittedly interesting fantasy he acts like this. but you cannot get mad when another fan portrays him the way we see him in canon lollllllllll

[mira-likes]

Start of s1: Everyone is super concerned that Fan Xian is drawing the negative attention of the Crown Prince, worried that he’s being dragged into the crosshairs of the dangerous fight between the powerful princes and that it won’t end well for him

Start of s2: Everyone knows that Fan Xian is fighting with the Second Prince, and assumes he’s capable of holding his own; the Crown Prince is his ally; nobody really wants to be within firing distance of any of their combined bullshit

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[gayvampyr]

sex is not dirty or impure and imma need y’all to stop making those comments when our sexual and reproductive rights are at risk

[milesroundtheworld]

If crowley doesn’t have slightly grown out disheveled hair in s3 I’m going to have to take action.

[9w1ft]

Hi! I've been a lurker since 2018 ✋I remember I got Tumblr installed and only following your blog. It still amazed me bcs I remembered the time when it was quiet, people were tired and leaving and now kaylor is in the media (again). I'm glad my introduction to Taylor's music is through kaylor. It hits different!

hey anon!! wow! so you and i have been on this journey together the whole time then huh! 😌 rep siblings unite 😌 taylor’s music really does hit different though a kaylor lens. such a singular, complex story of a muse and her circumstance. a demonstrably calamitous love and insurmountable grief, a story that matches up so well to the stakes taylor works so hard to sing about in her art.

i remember it too, all the patterns over and over and over again. at one point i used to be able to set a calendar reminder and predict the next cycle of counter kaylor rumors 🤭 felt like every 9 months or so we would start the cycle again. the rumor du jour.. du.. anuelle… like seasons of a show with a different main antagonist each time. and what a group it is. you know my go-to metaphors, it’s like buffy… it’s like batman… and we are all villains running around glendale… or gotham, etc. i’ve memorized the cast of characters, their strategies and gambits, their leading questions, the insecurities masked as confidence… and i’ve memorized their patterns not out of curiosity, but because they can’t ever help themselves: they throw themselves upon you, again, and again, and again… and again. heck, it’s even gotten to the point where i can look at any given comment from any newbie and see the lineage light up like a beacon, identify the number of people through which a talking point was probably disseminated and readjusted by a shell account and disseminated again before it became delivered to me with the promise of earnestness, despite looking, and quacking, like a duck.

oh dear, i went on a tangent 😭 anyway, yes, so in the 5 years we’ve been here, we have definitely experienced the quiet. whenever things transition into a new season of life, moods shift and then things inevitably get scorched or poisoned, people puff up their feathers and create a sense of dominance or victory, people stray or leave or even turn around on you. but i’ve never wavered.. so many of us have never wavered. because we’ve never had to. and we don’t have to make things up; all we have to do is wait. sure, it gets quiet, but then, always, the kaylor tide comes back in like a flood and with it, always, a mix of old and new faces, excited by the treasure that the waves brought to shore this time, because kaylor is and always will be around.

[thegetdownrebooter]

KIERAN CULKIN GOLDEN GLOBE WINNER!!!

[akkivee]

like back when i first got into this fandom, there were just enough songs featuring individual characters that i could play my own playlist with them for their birthday on my drive to work, so i’m like going crazy over having this official birthday mixtape curating that playlist for me 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[my-hyperfixations]

Me: “I know season 4 is ending, but I hope season 5 is coming soon! They probably have part of it already animated, since they showed the SSKK vs Fukuchi fight, Aya, and Bram in the opening for season 4 and they won’t show up until season 5.”

Bones: *drops the season 5 trailer as season 4 ends and announces its coming in July*

Me:

[meat-loving-meat]

@bluewingedcoyote it doesn’t have an anti-drug PSA, but it DOES have this detailed guide on how to have extremely consensual sex

[aehmon]

g.ood o.mens amon reverting to a more disgustingly creaturesque figure while in hell, disembodied owl’s head hat, feathers and wolf teeth embedded like a collar around his neck, nails that extend and curl like talons……. !!!!!

[webbedphantom]

Mikan nervously opened the door to LeBlanc, the bell chiming overhead as she stepped into the little cafe. Sojiro raised his head and nodded a greeting, having recognized her from the clinic down the road. "I-Is Aaron here? Oh... I'm sure he's b-busy with his girlfriend but I just... I m-made some cookies and I w-wanted to give some to him. T-To thank him for... For being my f-friend..." As she said this she stared at her feet in embarrassment, but when she looked up, Aaron was standing at the base of the stairway up to the attic. "Ah, uhm! S-Sorry! H-Here you go! They're shortbread! D-Dipped in chocolate and sprinkles! H-Happy Valentine's Day!" She explained in a panic, gently setting the small tin of cookies onto the counter before turning on her heel and leaving.

He'd actually just been getting ready to leave. He still had about an hour or so before he was going to meet up with Makoto, but given how often trouble seemed to rear its ugly head at the worst possible times, he was heading out early to patrol the streets a bit, try to nip any trouble makers in the bud so they wouldn't interrupt their time together.

He slapped on his webshooters, slipping his hands into wire-laced gloves that helped him control his magic, and was about to summon his costume when he heard the bell ring. An odd sound, as according to Sojiro, they typically didn't get any couples until around lunchtime, and the regulars had already came and went, so who-?

Then he heard her voice, and a soft smile formed on his face. He headed for the stairs, peaking his head around the corner (not in a sneaky way, more like a "I'm a monkey who likes hanging off of things" kinda way) until she noticed him, and he went got down to meet her.

"Oh, uh- (Thank you!)" He replied, watching her set the tin on the counter. "But you really didn't have to-"

He had barely even started that sentence, and she was already heading for the door. Some might take offense to that, or find it odd, but he didn't pay it much mind. It's just how she was.

"Okay... Thanks again!" He called out to her. "And Happy Valentine's Day to you too!"

As she was making her way out, he approached the counter, opening the tin and grabbing out one of the cookies before taking a quick bite.

"Mhm!! (Hot Damn), these are good!!"

[acourtofquestions]

Well, it was nice to know absolute hell awaited them and that the information about Maeve's armada was correct. But then Rowan added, "And I missed you like hell."

She smiled despite what he'd told her, pulling back to look at him. Untouched, unharmed. It was more than she could have hoped for.

Even with the news he'd delivered.

Aelin decided she didn't particularly give a shit who was watching and rose up on her toes to brush her mouth against his. It had taken all her wits and abilities to avoid leaving traces of her scent today for him to detectand the shocked delight on his face had been utterly worth it.

Rowan's hand on her arm tightened as she pulled away. "The feeling, Prince," she murmured, "is mutual."