One of my favorite things about firefly is that Simon is constantly like “I will do anything for my sister” and every time he does “anything” for her someone is there going “Simon why would you do this”
Color Me Curious
The Bowery Presents

bliss lane

oozey mess

blake kathryn
No title available

Andulka
RMH
noise dept.
Mike Driver

ellievsbear
One Nice Bug Per Day

Origami Around
almost home

#extradirty

pixel skylines
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

gracie abrams
The Stonewall Inn
Interview Vampire Daily

seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Philippines

seen from Pakistan

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@riverofserenity
One of my favorite things about firefly is that Simon is constantly like “I will do anything for my sister” and every time he does “anything” for her someone is there going “Simon why would you do this”
Serenity
The Wisdom of River Tam
i’m so WEAK™ for hurt/comfort threads and i need 84049612 of them
I’m not on the ship. I’m in the ship. I am the ship. River. River’s gone. Then who exactly are we talking to? You’re talking to Serenity. And Early? Serenity is very unhappy.
edit (since they’ve found this gifset somehow): transphobes, terfs, transmeds, conservatives DNI
@riverofserenity
I’m not on the ship. I’m in the ship. I am the ship. River. River’s gone. Then who exactly are we talking to? You’re talking to Serenity. And Early? Serenity is very unhappy.
edit (since they’ve found this gifset somehow): transphobes, terfs, transmeds, conservatives DNI
@riverofserenity
"What were you dreaming about...? You were shouting..."
River looked blearily up at him, dress clinging uncomfortably to her skin “Dreaming? Did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah” James replied. “You were screaming something so I wasn’t even sure at first. Must’ve been having a hell of a nightmare.”
“I’m ever so sorry if I woke you.” She said in a formal tone that was entirely at odds with both her body language and the situation. Rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands, she shuddered a little bit as scraps of the nightmare tried to invade her consciousness. “Everything was grey and blue and cold. So cold…”
“You didn’t, actually” James said from the chair nearby. “I was already awake.” He didn’t say she would’ve almost certainly woken him if he had been asleep. No need to make her feel worse for something she couldn’t control. “That’s all you remember? Whatever it was, you were definitely afraid, or…I don’t know, but it affected you.”
"Afraid" River repeated numbly as she sat up, "Yes, afraid. Cortisol and adrenaline and..."
She trailed off, still trying to shake off the last few memories of the dream. "But you weren't afraid. Weren't dreaming. Don't you dream? Wait, no. Sleep. Don't you sleep?"
"What were you dreaming about...? You were shouting..."
River looked blearily up at him, dress clinging uncomfortably to her skin “Dreaming? Did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah” James replied. “You were screaming something so I wasn’t even sure at first. Must’ve been having a hell of a nightmare.”
"I'm ever so sorry if I woke you." She said in a formal tone that was entirely at odds with both her body language and the situation. Rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands, she shuddered a little bit as scraps of the nightmare tried to invade her consciousness. "Everything was grey and blue and cold. So cold..."
"What were you dreaming about...? You were shouting..."
River looked blearily up at him, dress clinging uncomfortably to her skin "Dreaming? Did I fall asleep?"
𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
"Wake up! Wake up! It's just a dream!"
"What were you dreaming about...? You were shouting..."
"I woke up because you were screaming so loudly."
"Shh- No, no, don't panic, love. You're safe now."
"It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!"
"I don't ever want to sleep again. What if-what if I dream about that again?"
"If you tell me, it'll go away. That's what my mom/dad always told me and it's never failed me."
"Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?"
"I don't want to go back to sleep..."
"I'm so scared ... I can't stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!"
"There's really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?"
"How do I know I'm not still dreaming? You're acting really strangely."
"Let's get you to the shower, you're covered in sweat."
"There's really nobody else here."
"You've got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams."
"I don't even know what a peaceful night's sleep is like anymore."
"I can't do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop..."
"Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real."
"I can't go back to sleep after that. I need coffee-no, I need a drink, a stiff one."
"How long have you been having these nightmares?"
"I've had nightmares all my life, but they've been really bad recently."
"You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you'll get some rest?"
"I'd kill for a peaceful night's sleep."
"A dream catcher? Honestly? I'm not a child."
"Nothing's ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be nightmare, literally."
"I'm so tired... but there's no way I'm going back to sleep after that."
Injured/Bleeding Sentence Starters
“That’s a lot of blood…”
“That’s not good…”
“I think that’s more than a little cut.”
“You’re looking rather pale.”
“You’re bleeding!”
“That doesn’t look good…”
“I don’t think that’s suppose to come out.”
“That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.”
“How do I get it to stop?!”
“How are you still standing?!”
“Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.”
“What happened to you?”
“I can’t feel my fingers anymore…”
“Everything hurts.”
“Is everything supposed to go dark?”
“Ow, yeah, okay, that’s starting to hurt.”
“It’s just a cut.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“You’re bleeding all over my floor!”
“You better not die on me.”
“They got a lucky shot…”
“Next time don’t call me to come over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!”
“You need to keep pressure on it.”
“Don’t move!”
“That looks nasty.”
“Am I dying?”
Send 🔪+ your own
Today’s disabled character of the day is River Tam from the Firefly series, who has an eidetic memory, schizophrenia, brain trauma, and an unspecified trauma disorder
Requested by Anon
[Image Description: Photo of Summer Glau playing River Tam. She is wearing a purple shirt with white and purple flower pattern. The center of these flowers is orange. She is facing the viewer.]
⛓️
send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained
River looked up blearily at the man who had entered her cell and whimpered. “Please. Please no more. I can’t… please”
riverofserenity:
backedagainstthewall:
“You can do it. Stay with me” he said. He wondered why exactly she’d phrased it “I’ll be good” twice, but now wasn’t the time to ask.
He took the lockpicks. He wasn’t the fastest lockpicker, but he knew how to do it, as long as it wasn’t some extremely complicated lock. Then they could be stuck.
“I’ll get it” he assured her. But he knew to test the door first. And fortunately, it was unlocked. “Well, it was easier than I thought.” He put the lockpicks in his pocket. “We’re almost out. Once we’re out of here and someplace safe, trust me, I’ll let you sleep for days if you want, but stay awake for a little while longer. I got a car, it’s maybe a few hundred yards away. Heck, you can sleep in there. Just a few minutes.”
River stumbled after him, all but dead on her feet. She giggled at the unlocked door, finding it unreasonably funny.
“Not for days. Not days. Don’t want to be stuck there for that long. Just need… Just a little bit of sleep…” She glanced around, needing a second to let her eyes adjust and take a deep breath of fresh air. It had been so long since she had been outside.
James almost laughed at the door being unlocked, but it was a bit of a tense situation. He had to be alert in case they ran into anyone on the other side of the door.
“Sleep later, escape now” James insisted. He needed to get her to his car soon. He had no idea when the last time she slept, ate, or had a decent time to rest was. Her adrenaline had kicked in, but it could only go so far.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him. It slowed him down, but made sure she stayed with him. “Other side of the trees” he said. “You got enough energy to make it there, I promise.” He didn’t know, he just wanted her not to give up.
River let herself be dragged, following along as best as she could. She could see the trees and hear what she assumed was the alarm sounding from inside the compound, but anything other than that was outside her realm of comprehension. The throbbing aches she was so accustomed to had dulled under a wave of exhaustion.
" 'm slowin' you down. Gonna ge'you in trouble" she mumbled, her mind drifting "Daddy's gonna be mad. Stayed out too long. Kept you from your studies..."
riverofserenity:
Her grin grew with each addition to their basket. “Milk. But maybe also something… healthy? That’s something we need… Vitamins and things for good building blocks.”
She frowned, looking around the store, “There aren’t that many… Do they know what a vegetable looks like here? Vegetables are very important. Many many vitamins. They need vegetation…”
.
“Vegetables…vegetables…” He murmured the word to himself like some sort of mantra, eyes darting around to try and see if there actually were any around. Didn’t seem like it. Then again, this was just the smallest form of a supermarket.
“Maybe farther in the back,” Eric suggested. He had raised himself on tiptoes to try and catch a glimpse of the area behind the candy shelf. His hand still curled around River’s, he led her around the shelf and towards the back of the store – and indeed, there they were; looking a bit pathetic and lost, but it was a start. An eyebrow rose. “Ye sure ye wanna buy ‘em here?”
River frowned and poked one of the dejected looking carrots. "Soft. Mushy. More likely to have bacteria than vitamins. The bad bacteria, not the good kind. They're.... They're doing their best. Trying. Maybe not here then. Should find nutrition elsewhere."
She grinned impishly up at him "or we could stick with the chocolate. Nothing ever wrong with chocolate." She knew that wasn't strictly true, but it was true enough and it suited her purposes.
riverofserenity:
“I think… maybe… you doing this job is your way back. You care about humans because… because you’re one of them. Because you need to keep them…” and by extension yourself safe but River trailed off before she could finish the thought. There were some things some people needed to figure out for themselves, and she thought maybe this was one of them. “You fight this fight to prove your… personness. If you’re not human, than what are you?” And what am I? Another unspoken question.
“What… what else is there? Besides the people and the monster-people and the werewolves and demons and… us…?” She glanced over at Cara from under her lashes, suddenly not wanting to meet the other woman’s eyes. It was easier to see herself as a person, as ‘human’ when that was the only option, but in this new world full of terrors… the multitude of options was frightening.
Cara offered the other woman a small, sad smile, “There is no way back. Who I was - who I planned on being… Everything was demolished. And it’s okay, you can say whatever you want to say, I won’t be offended.” She then shook her head, “I fight this fight to make up for what Analiese and I did - to fulfill a silent promise I made to the people we killed - but I know, deep down… That’s not possible. As for what I am, I honestly don’t know. A monster - remnants of a monster. The ghost, the shell of the old Cara Quinn…” Either way, it was nothing good.
Cara wasn’t going to lie to River, but she could tell by the look on her face that she was afraid of the answer to her own question. So she carefully replied, “There’s a lot. And it’s an ever-changing and ever-expanding world. But that doesn’t matter. That doesn’t affect you, that’s my problem. My job. I keep journals, catalog creatures, do research. I study and know as much as I possibly can so that everyone else - so that people like you don’t have to.”
River hummed thoughtfully, taking in all the information and trying to process it. "That's a very..." she searched for the right word, "dismal way of looking at it, but I understand. It's... scary to even think about the limits of what one is capable of, let alone to know it...."
"Everything effects everyone and the needing to know, the cataloguing. It makes people, the normal people, feel safe. Knowing things and putting them in neat little boxes with a pretty ribbon and padlock on top." Something outside the window caught her attention and her head snapped around to try and catch a glimpse before they sped away. "There was.... Someone died. A normal person death. Quiet accident. Should have stayed away. Shouldn't have made that turn..."
ericbrandonrp:
“Ja…” he agreed, nodding his head slowly as if in trance, “jus’ ta be safe.” It didn’t take long for the basked to be filled to the rim. The thief put literally every single package in it that read ‘chocolate’ in any way. Simple bars, caramel, nuts – there was no difference to him.
Next were waffles and cookies, some bags of chips. All the while he didn’t let go of River’s hand, keeping the promise he had given her earlier. “Anything specific ta drink?” He turned around to her.
Her grin grew with each addition to their basket. “Milk. But maybe also something... healthy? That’s something we need... Vitamins and things for good building blocks.”
She frowned, looking around the store, “There aren’t that many... Do they know what a vegetable looks like here? Vegetables are very important. Many many vitamins. They need vegetation...”
⛓️
send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained
River looked up blearily at the man who had entered her cell and whimpered. “Please. Please no more. I can’t… please”
riverofserenity:
backedagainstthewall:
James could just barely feel her holding on to his backpack. It was for the best, as long as she didn’t pull him back. It would make it harder for them to get separated.
“No, not yet” he said. “You can sleep as much as you want when we get out of here. I can get us to safety. You can sleep on the ride. But you got to stay awake now, you hear me? And I ain’t leaving you behind. Not after getting you out of there in the first place. You can make it…”
They hadn’t run into any trouble, and had now made it to where he’d got in the building in the first place. Outside could be a problem. They’d be exposed for a good minute. But as long as the woman had the energy, they could probably outrun anyone who pursued them. “We’re almost there. Stay with me.”
She stumbled after him almost blindly, stuck somewhere between her present predicament and a memory threatening to take over. “I’ll… I’ll keep going, I promise. I can keep going. You don’t have to hu- I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good…”
When they reached the door, River offered him the lock picks she had borrowed from him earlier. “I can… if you need me to but you’ll probably be faster…” River didn’t want to admit that she didn’t entirely trust herself to be able to pick the lock, she didn’t even have a feeling for whether the door was even locked in the first place.
“You can do it. Stay with me” he said. He wondered why exactly she’d phrased it “I’ll be good” twice, but now wasn’t the time to ask.
He took the lockpicks. He wasn’t the fastest lockpicker, but he knew how to do it, as long as it wasn’t some extremely complicated lock. Then they could be stuck.
“I’ll get it” he assured her. But he knew to test the door first. And fortunately, it was unlocked. “Well, it was easier than I thought.” He put the lockpicks in his pocket. “We’re almost out. Once we’re out of here and someplace safe, trust me, I’ll let you sleep for days if you want, but stay awake for a little while longer. I got a car, it’s maybe a few hundred yards away. Heck, you can sleep in there. Just a few minutes.”
River stumbled after him, all but dead on her feet. She giggled at the unlocked door, finding it unreasonably funny.
“Not for days. Not days. Don’t want to be stuck there for that long. Just need... Just a little bit of sleep...” She glanced around, needing a second to let her eyes adjust and take a deep breath of fresh air. It had been so long since she had been outside.