#i'm unwell!!!!

[covenofthearticulate]

no but its such an INTERESTING STRATEGY that they packed the front half of the season with all the sex and then put all the character development into one episode and purposefully skipped through any of the actual sex like damn. they played me like a damn fiddle. they pulled the ol' bait and switch!!!

and maybe i’ve just got intense whiplash because i was CRAVING meaningful character development and actual conflict throughout the first few episodes and then they FLOODED ME WITH IT so now idk what to do with it and i'm so overwhelmed but jesus christ ilya crying in that hotel room fucking killed me.

[lexigraph]

"What happened to picket fences?" “In the army, they teach you that no battle plan survives the first shot.”

[lycorisblooms]

The city of lights. Blade has long been following at the side of ELIO, but even the amount of light and noise is still troubling to his ears. So what if THE FAMILY has invited them all to a party? A dinner? Scripts be DAMNED, he preferred the silence.

Though what is he, if not his own person? Desires that truly LINGER to have PEACE? Peace has never been an option. [ There is a reason he never crafted anything with emerald, the SHARPNESS of cold MIRRORS a slap to the undead's face. ]

"Everything will be fine, Yingxing. Everything will be okay again. I promise."

PROMISES that ended up in infection, in TERRIBLE infection that curled around his HEART and promised to never let him feel the peace of ETERNAL SLUMBER. [ The PULSAR he was is no longer, but a cold DYING star that simply could not stop existing in the CRUELTY of space. Even his SUPERNOVA has long burnt away. ]

Answers, revenge, what did he WANT? To leave? To stay? Sure, he wanted to stop EXISTING, but what kept him from simply sitting in a room like a plant? [ UNTIL THE ROOT SYSTEM decided to be cut to shreds, the plant exists. ]

ARMS crossed, leans against light pole.

[vierabathwater]

D(O): Though our time was far shorter than I would have wanted...I'm glad we spent it together.

[folaireamh]

WHAT FOR DO YOU YEEEAAARN IT'S THE POINT OF NO RETUUUUUUUURN AFTER EVERYTHING WE DID WE SAW YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON ME WHAT FOR DO YOU YEEEEEEEAAAAAAARN WATCH THAT BUTCHER BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURN AT THE END OF MY DAYS WHEN I'M THROUGH NO WORD THAT I'VE WRITTEN WILL RING QUITE AS TRUE AS BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURN BURN BUTCHER BUUUUUUUUUUUURN BURN BUTCHER BURN BURN BURN BURN BURN BURN BURN burn burn watch me burn all the memories... of you...