#finale countdown

[pechrpeach]

Void burns - Big Dogs

(Finale Countdown pt.1)

[optimisticcoffeedelusion]

- 6 Days to Killing Eve’s Finale

Now the big question is: will we be able to study, work and function as normal members of society until (and then after...) Sunday? Will we? Nobody knows. But we will. Soon. Soon, fam. Solidarity to all! Bless you!

[sonofrose]

"Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go."

Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Side Effects pt 741

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a copy of the poem he’d revised time and time again. “I think I’ve got it memorized, but… like I said, it’s been a while, so….” A cheer from the back made him smile again as he shut his eyes.

“There was a time when, my mouth gave way to words as easily as, my lungs breathed. I wrote about my aunt’s curly hair and my first crush, I wrote about the confusing cracks in my voice and the strange way my sister got angry at everything. Then I wrote about a girl, so beautiful she redefined existing.” Lance paused and took a shaky breath, preparing himself for the next line, for bringing the memory out for everyone else to feel. “The day I lost her I lost, my words- I tried to fit my grief my sorrow into pages, too thin to hold them. My words tasted….” Lance gulped and clenched his fist pressing it to his chest.

A few scattered claps encouraged him. He heard Hunk call out, “You got this, Lance!”

He took a breath again and swallowed. “My words tasted like the dirt that slipped, from my fingers and into her grave.” His words began to shake, and he knew he couldn’t stop it, so he just tried to keep going. “They tasted like the last kiss, I shared with her, they tasted like, the goodbye I-" He broke off and cursed under his breath. He grabbed the microphone with the hand holding the poem and bowed his head. A stronger round of claps filled the break until he was able to pick his head back up and speak into the mic. “Like, the goodbye I never got to give her. They tw-twisted inside of me, clogged my throat until, I suffocated, they turned loss into, my own death. I became an unrecognizable, shadow of myself, with a dimmed soul and a muted heart.” He opened his eyes, ignoring the tears that managed to slide down his cheeks, a small smile on his face. “Then you walked into my life. It wasn’t a fairytale start- with longing gazes, across a cafe, or shoulders brushing, as we rushed to class, love at first sight…. It was the bass beating under my feet, at a stranger’s house, and barley breath forming a question that turned, my universe inside out- it was you. Our beginning wasn’t easy, I can’t really tell you when it began- was it that night your lips first touched mine or, was it the night you shared a piece, of the pain that built the walls around your heart? It was you, this new discovery, of me and what my heart could, hold. It was you, brushing the dust from, my heart and breathing life, back into it with every nose-scrunched smile, holding it in leather-clad hands until, it began to beat again, until I became the opposite of a shadow- you made me light…. You made me warm…. Your kisses brought poetry back, to my tongue, made the words bloom in my chest until, they burst from my mouth, they taste like hot chocolate, dandelions and firsts and prayers. You taught me that, my heart could love two people, and you loved me for it. You showed me the, magic in small moments. You taught me… that, a boy could give a boy flowers, without the world exploding. You showed me a new side of resilience. You taught me, not to live in the past not to live for the future, but to exist, now with you… in a universe we’ve created and let that, be enough I hope I can be, enough for you.” He let his eyes fall to the booth where Keith was standing by the table with a hand at his mouth. “Our beginning, wasn’t easy- wasn’t a fairytale. But I promise, there won't be an end I promise, you forever after I promise, poems that will find new ways, to remind you, I love you.”

Lance smiled and sniffed, keeping his eyes on Keith. “Surprise, mi vida.”

[trenchcas]

all i did on earth was run. i’m not running anymore.

                                                           [ gabriel - 13.22 ]

[adventuretimeconspiracies]

There’s fewer than 10 days left until the finale, so admin Jackie @cupboardgods is going to be counting us up with ~daily drawings from each season of the show.

Here’s season 1′s Wizard

[a-salty-alto]

[A/N]: It's 14 days until the season 4 finale, so let's kick off the countdown with some team feels. For refrence, this takes place after the team has returned from Battleworld.

Steve was reading the newspaper on The counter, Thor, Hulk, and Clint were playing video games, Sam was looking at his phone, and Natasha was having tea at the table.

It would have been a normal morning, except that all of them were staring at Tony out of the corner of their eyes.

Tony sighed and got his coffee.

"Okay! Team meeting." Tony announced. The others came over to the counter and Tony rubbed his forhead. "Guys, I love you all, I missed you, I am really touched that you care, but can you please, pretty please, tone down the overprotective thing you do any time you think I've died or I nearly die?"

Steve opened his mouth to argue the point, but Tony held up a finger.

"Darling, don't even try to say you don't. When the Red Skull ripped out my arc reactor, you guys wouldn't let me leave the tower alone for a week; after my stint as Galactus's herald you either tried to keel me out of fights or fought enemies I could clearly handle for me; after I got blown up in that alternate reality, you wouldn't even let me use a knife in the kitchen; and after I nearly flew myself into the sun, you wouldn't leave me alone in my lab for a month." Tony took a breath after listing off the incidents, and the others looked at him in stunned silence. Good maybe they finally got it. Clint finally broke the silence.

"Holy shit, you've nearly died a lot. Do you think maybe that's the problem?"

"Wow, Clint, super not the point."

"And that's just since we've gotten back together," Natasha added.

"Guys! Can you please, just tone it down?" Tony sighed "It's nice to know you care, but I am an adult. I will be fine." Tony took his mug and started to leave the kitchen.

"I am going to go to my lab, alone, and come out alive. Have a good day guys."

Tony waved to his team as the doors shut behind him.

Tony dragged his hand over his face once he was in the solitude of his lab.

Well, that failed, but at least Tony got a day or so of lab time before they slipped into protective mode again.

His family was a bunch of worrywarts, but he loved them anyway.

[agl03]

'Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.' cast tease epic showdown in finale

The fate of the world literally rests on the shoulders of Team S.H.I.E.L.D. during the upcoming Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. finale — and not everyone will make it out alive. In the wake of becoming hum…

We have a moment of that with her and Fitz. Fitz has a lot of resentment about the sh— he did in the Framework and Daisy has a moment where she connects with him, and we see all the work that Coulson has done, nurturing her and guiding her. I think fans will be happy and pleasantly surprised. There’s a sense of happiness and a sense of I know for sure this is where I’m supposed to be, this is my family, this is why I was put here.”

someone needs to go check on @agentcalliope