#kulietedit

[patsywalkera]

I don't need any help to be breakable, believe me I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke I won't need any help to be lonely when you leave me

[patsywalkera]

make me choose (lost edition) ♡ @elizabethtudors asked: juliet or kate? since when did shooting kids and blowing up hydrogen bombs become okay? it doesn’t matter who we were; it only matters who we are.

[patsywalkera]

important things:

how often kate makes a point to say “thank you” to juliet because she notices early on that no one ever does. people take her for granted and even before kate likes her, she doesn’t like that. she is willing to sacrifice some of her carefully cultivated Toughness to make sure that juliet knows she is there, that she SEES her. how kate is literally the only reason that juliet doesn’t die alone; how she is the only one who doesn’t give up hope that she is still alive.

how after juliet gets a feel for what kate is like, after she figures out what makes her tick, she makes a point to be softer. she, too, makes a point to sacrifice some of what she’s built to survive. how when juliet outs sun to jin she’s just like “sorry, i did what i had to do” but when she yells at kate it’s “i’m so sorry i yelled at you”. how juliet is the only one who not only never uses kate’s past / trauma against her (and she knows more than anybody!), but also actively empathizes with her and tries to make amends when she does something she knows is triggering. 

how they never fight over a dude. ever. i say this a lot when i talk about them because it is So Rare and i so expected it to be different but. i can’t say it enough. they are better than that. these are two women who have, in their own ways, dedicated their lives to helping other women and they are not here for that. how they will support each other no matter what or who is between them. 

[patsywalkera]

A universe that includes you cant be all bad, but does it? at this distance you’re a mirage, — Margaret Atwood, True Stories: Postcard

[patsywalkera]

i have powerpuffed my favorite gay moms

[patsywalkera]

It was love that kept this girl standing. Sometimes, the kids setting the fires are the ones least likely to want to watch them burn. See, some of us are hot coals, lit up from the inside, and some of us love so hard we don’t remember how to make it stop. 

(from SETTING FIRES by Ashe Vernon)

[patsywalkera]

there’s some things, though, i know for certain. always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck... and fall in love whenever you can. 

[patsywalkera]

kate/juliet + 19

“things you said when we were the happiest we ever were”: for the practical magic au. set between the murder and kate’s leaving.

In a year you’ll be gone, but right now, you’re with her.

You spend most of her eighteenth birthday in the garden, picnicking and laughing. She wears one of her ridiculous hats and about a gallon of sunscreen, and you take a picture every hour so she never lives it down. You take a picture every hour so you never forget. When the sun goes down, you chase after fireflies and she watches from the porch. She rolls her eyes and reminds you you’re a senior now– time to grow up– but she can’t hide her grin when you catch one for her. There’s not much she can’t hide, so you figure she must be pretty happy.

You’re both pretty happy.

You sit next to her on the steps and you lock arms, rest your head on her shoulder. You wish you could stay like this forever, but you can’t, and you know it.

But right now, you’re with her.

“Thanks for this,” she says, and you tell her you’ll run after bugs any time. Juliet sighs and you laugh and take her hand, almost like an apology. She squeezes back and laces her fingers through yours, the same way you’ve done for over a decade. There’s never been space between you that you’ve created, not yet. She’s an extension of you, your own heart outside of your body. At least, that metaphor would hold if you had half her light.

That’s what you tell yourself.You don’t deserve her, not really, but she doesn’t seem to mind.She doesn’t even seem to notice.

So when you kiss her, you shouldn’t be surprised she doesn’t pull away. You shouldn’t be surprised that instead, she relaxes into it like you’ve always been there. You shouldn’t be surprised, after all this time, that she would kiss you back, but you are.

You shouldn’t be surprised, either, that you’re the one to break it: you’ve got seventeen years under your belt, and you’ve been a runaway for all of them.

You start to get up, but she grabs your arm, roots you to the spot. When you mumble “sorry”, she takes your hand again and tells you to shut up.“It’s still my birthday,” she chides. “No leaving.”“No leaving,” you echo grudgingly, though by now you’re laughing. “You got me.”And she does. She’s always had you.