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Bit of a cornplate but I love the hint at Nat’s conflict avoidance when Nat is the only one silent and not getting involved in this fight in the pilot episode. She throws a few comebacks out there but the moment things start getting really heated she stands to the side and watches helplessly as her teammates fight, foreshadowing the core of her downfall as a leader in the wilderness
Always remember my dad saying, about Knightley being 38, “well that’s the trade-off you get for maturity and stability, 24 year olds aren’t bringing that to the table” —and it’s so true.
I totally forgot that Donut calls the AI Carl's boyfriend the same day she gains sentience. 😂
That Drag Path trend meant nothing to me for a minute because I wasn’t a big TØP girlie and I didn’t know the song but dude its so Bernard Dowd
“A drag path etched in the surface” — Scars. So many scars. Welts, bruises, burns. Infected wounds. The lasting effects of what he must have turned to first, alcohol or drugs or other highs he must have had before he sunk so low.
“As evidence I left there on purpose” — Bernard’s acquaintances saw these signs. They all ignored them. No one asked. Do you think he left those scars on display on purpose? Just hoping and praying someone might say something? Do you think he wanted someone, anyone, to just care enough to think twice about it?
“A sad sap laying on the surface” — He’s almost ashamed of his status. Almost. He knows he’s in the thick of it, but he’s too far in to care. He’s aching every day. He’s empty without the pain. His final test will come soon. The Children of Dionysus have been eyeing him like a piece of meat. Does it even matter? Does he care enough to want to escape?
“Can you find me?” — Late night contemplation. Is it too late?
“I dug my heels into the gravel / As evidence for you to unravel / A drag path etched in the surface” — One last bargain. One more plea. A last hurrah. He asks an old friend to dinner.
“Can you find me?” — His final attempt is interrupted by the Chaos Monster. The consequence of his actions and apathy crush his meager hope.
“Can you, Can you?” — He is dragged to an altar.
“Can you, Can you?” — He is found.
After 4:58 damn minutes of the FIRST episode of the FIRST season we got... this 👇
And yet there are people who think that the love story between Crowley and Aziraphale is forced...
Virgil Finlay (1914-1971) From the Beginning by Eando Binder - Weird Tales (Jun 1938) Source
smallville clex vs. love languages
“What’s your love language, Clark?”
“My — what?”
“Love language. You know, like words of affirmation or acts of service or — this is all drawing a huge blank for you, isn’t it?”
Clark smirks and nods, his hands running down Lex’s jacket, smoothing the spots his body wrinkled.
“When you feel most loved by another person... is it because you’re physically close to them or you’re spending quality time with them or they’ve done a favor for you without you having to ask them or they’ve told you what you mean to them?”
“And I have to pick just one?”
“For the purposes of this conversation,” Lex breathes, as Clark runs a thumb across the scar on his lip. “Yes.”
“Hm,” Clark hums, pulling his hands back to Lex’s chest, letting them rest there. “It depends on the person, I think.”
“And if the person was me.”
Clark flashes his eyes up to him.
“When you’re physically close to me,” he says quietly, almost like he’s embarrassed. “Like when you hug me to your chest. Or when you play with my hair.”
Lex runs a hand through his hair. “Oh yeah?”
“What’s yours,” Clark says, fluttering his eyes closed as Lex palms his temple.
“When you tell me how you feel.”
Clark’s eyes shoot open and he furrows his brow. “Really?”
“What?”
Clark stands up a little straighter. “Well, the first time I ever tried to say I love you, you said “don’t” before I could get any words out.”
Lex laughs and Clark sinks back against him, but not all the way. Never all the way.
“I don’t always know how to accept them,” Lex says.
Clark just nods. “Do I have a limit on how many words I’m allowed to say?”
from chapter 23 of my longfic his other greatest weakness
