#of sorts

[noodles-and-tea]

You think they ever run into each other

[kidovna]

mike permanently marked with will’s art, and will temporarily marked by mike in other ways (more tattoo artist x florist AU)

[syrren]

shotgunned all of murderbot diaries in the span of what was objectively a week but felt like a subjective 3.2 seconds and now in desperate need for more

[jules-of-arc]

Somewhere beyond the sea

In a galaxy far, far away

[zoof-katt]

WI-FI BACK UP!! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!! Fun fact, the flowers are supposed to be forget-me-nots, because Derek wanted to be remembered (:

[tteukbyeol]

ever since i finished heated rivalry i can’t stop thinking about ilya confessing his love to shane in russian over the phone.

the way that scene was composed gave me an awfully familiar, terrifying feeling of tension.

it was beautiful and heartfelt, but it was also scary.

i’ve lived in moscow for six years. a strange place. it almost feels like it’s constantly looming over you, crowding you against the walls. you walk fast. you look over your shoulder constantly. you don’t smile at strangers. you squeeze your keys tightly in the pocket of your winter coat.

seeing ilya crouching down, enclosed by walls covered in graffiti, bathed in reddish light and looking out at the dark, snowy scrap of city outside reminded me so much of myself.

there used to be a subway station right next to my house in moscow. it looked almost the same — defiled by graffiti, lit by flickering, old lamps. i’d have to cross the passage to get on the other side of the street and i remember hating it. i could never explain why, but i always felt uneasy walking through it. i would quicken my pace, heartbeat jittery, just to reach the air and noise outside again.

seeing ilya sitting there, pouring his heart out, i felt the tension running through me again. the need to say the important things weighing on your heart, but fearing you would be overheard. that constant paranoia of someone finding out you’re gay. painfully familiar to me.

the monologue was also written perfectly and connor storrie’s performance was show-stopping. as a native speaker, i could tell how much work he put into handling the russian language well. all the pauses were in the right places. the choice of words was perfect. it felt so real…the desperation in it, the longing, the fear.

i would love to talk about how what he actually says in the monologue perfectly captures the cultural dilemma ilya’s up against and how relatable it all was to me as someone who grew up surrounded by that culture, but i feel i’d have to make another post.

i haven’t been to moscow in many years, will likely never return again. but seeing this scene in the show, it brought me back there temporarily. not necessary for a good feeling, not even nostalgia. just back to a part of me that is long gone.

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

so long as there is love, there is life

contemplating a scenario in which phantom's soul functions unusually post their death. to make a long story really really short, after aerating in phantom's fraying body for a billion years, their soul has taken on a kind of 'curdled' state, where it does not dissipate upon death. phantom exists as essentially a vague consciousness on the floor, up until lace comes to visit them.

wraiths- having always been creations of silk dregs and fragments of phantom's leaking soul- manifest in the presence of emotion-made-tangible. agony is emotion-made-tangible. but thankfully, so is love.

i like to imagine that phantom starts out very very weak... so weak they're hardly even tangible unless light hits them just right (a borderline miracle when you live underground). but the longer that phantom functionally haunts their sister, and the more they get to see the life hornet helped her carve for herself, they become marginally stronger, to the point where lace can finally see them.

they can't really speak to her. not like this. but that's not really either of their primary concerns.