jon gets a lot of shit for being rude to statement givers but like. im gonna be so honest rn.
you make your way to this institute. BY CHOICE. you walk into MY office. you laugh about MY tape recorder. you make it very clear that you think we're a bunch of incompetent morons and are incredibly petty about the institute's reputation ā which, YES, is BAD for GOOD REASON but your BITCHASS is still here SITTING IN MY OFFICE and MAKING IT MY PROBLEM.
man FUCK you AND your statement. i'd be telling people to eat shit so often Jonah would have to figure out how to fire my ass. GO TALK TO A GODDAMN SHRINK
i still think that double life desert duo is so crazy and insane. imagine you were seriously in love with this guy but then your relationship ends horrendously badly. and then it turns out you two are literal soulmates and need to navigate that in the middle of dealing w said breakup in an environment where it's assumed that everyone Must be a couple and you will be singled out if you don't, and rumors fly and twist knives to try and push you apart even further. and also youre in a death game.
a little story with selkie grian, scarian being unhealthy and typical double life events.
story below cut
The air in their house was different as soon as Grian opened the door, something anxious cloying in the air. It was far from the homely feeling Grian was used to upon arriving back to the small house he shared with his boyfriend Scar. It took only a short amount of time to realise why the house felt so wrong and out of place. Scar had not yet called out, Grian knew for a fact he was still at home. It was unlike Scar to not come to greet him a few seconds after he entered their home, with his infectious smile and shining green eyes. It was unlike him to not even do so much as call out to Grian. The second thing that was missing from the normal workings of their house was the most pressing. Grianās sealskin was gone, the very thing that gave him his freedom, that allowed him to return to the sea when his longing became too much.
Grian was a selkie. He had heard the tails since he was a child, of greedy men who would capture them and hideaway their coats so they could never leave. To take away a coat was to bind a selkie to land, to bind them as husband or wife to the one who had taken it away.
Scar was not those greedy men, he had promised Grian from the start, that he wouldnāt so much as touch his coat without being allowed. Scar was not a liar, whenever Grian came upon land his seal skin was draped over the same chair and never moved. It was missing from its place.
Finally stepping fully into their house Grian closes the door gently behind him. He can only take a few more steps before stopping again, eyes glued to the empty space upon the chair.
āScar?ā Grian calls out, unable to stop his voice from wavering slightly, āAre you home?ā a voice does not respond to Grian, instead he is met with the sound of familiar footsteps, only ceasing when Scar is in the boundaries of their living room. His boyfriend does not open his mouth to speak.
āDo you know where my coat is?ā with great effort Grian drags his eyes away from the empty space and refocuses them onto Scar. The manās face is unreadable. Itās unusually for Scar, in all the time that Grian has known him his face was always a clear display of whatever emotions he was experiencing. Scar had always worn his heart on his sleeve, no matter how much Grian found it annoying.
Yet he cannot scrape a hint of emotion from Scarās face.
āScar?ā Grian tries one last time. His words are met, once again, with footsteps. Scar approaches with the finality of a death bell, a hand coming up to cradle Grianās cheek when heās in the vicinity to do so.
Scarās face is still uncharacteristically blank, Grian can gather no warmth from his boyfriendās familiar hold.
āI know who youāve been seeing,ā Scar speaks up finally, the worse are enough to make Grian wish he had remained quiet. āIām not stupid Gri, did you really think I wouldnāt notice your little affairā
Yes. Grian had though he had done well enough keeping him out of Scarās radar.
āI uh, I donāt know what youāre talking about.ā The lie is weak and pathetic, they both know.
Scar scoffs and pulls Grian into a hug. The difference in action to word throughs Grian for a loop, until Scarās arms tighten like prison bars and he finally understands.
āI canāt let you go,ā Scar says softly, his breath ghosting the shell of Grianās ear, āI wonāt let you leave me, not for him or anything else, I wonāt allow it.ā The embrace appears gentle, the words are spoken softly into his ear, yet nothing about the moment is peaceful. Grian wants to flee, wants to bargain, to scream. If he were a better man maybe he would wish to never cheat on Scar to begin with.
Grian does none of these things. Instead, he sinks further into his husbandsā arms with a muffled sob.
my wish for mr wizard's name is that if it ever gets revealed it has to be something really lame and average like john so we know that the whole bit was rly for nothing
OH LOOK AT ME IM MUMBO JUMBO IM A MILLION FEET TALL AND I BOUGHT A HOUSE IN FRANCE SO I CAN GO CLIMBING ALL THE TIME WITH MY GORGEOUS FUCKING FIANCE AND ALSO SOMEONE WORE MY MERCH AT THE WORLD CUP MAN FUCK YYOU
I was rewatching third life clips w my mom in the room and when we got to the āyou may slay me and take the enchanterā scene she asks, āis that one in love with the other guy?ā And well,
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