#ohhhhhh....

[challengersdvd]

watching celine song interviews and losing my breath... OKAAAYYYY

[lesbianraskolnikov]

Pulcheria🖤🖤🖤💔💔💔

[fakevariety]

just opened a bag of candy and one of the wrappers was empty.... like someone had eaten the candy, put the wrapper back into the bag and then sealed the bag

[recitedemise]

you stop at the cookpot, kiss gale's cheek with a murmured "i love you," and then head merrily off to continue your search for scratch's ball.

He doesn't know what it says about him that such easy affections could steal his breath. It'd been a kiss, he tells himself, something oh so innocuous and shiveringly sweet. Still, he's on the eve of forty years, now greyer in his hair and wise in theory, but the press of your lips and the smile in your eyes? Watching you, that flutter in his chest could pale a sea.

To be honest, love to Gale has always been secret. With Mystra, she had never once deigned to parade their bond. In contrast, you've giddily showed him off at every moment no matter the audience as though — well, as though this romance struck between you doesn't shame you at all. Like! Gods, like maybe, just maybe, Gale's your treasure.

He's starting to believe it. You feel like his trove of tanzanite and fresh struck sapphires. That night before bed, he eyes you warmly as you take your watch. The moon in your hair and the starlight on your skin... Darling. He kisses your mouth as he always does. "I love you," he murmurs, voice warm like syrup. "'I'll see you in the morning—" and every morning that'll follow. Aw. "Until then, I'll content myself with dreams of you. Rest well."

[swan2swan]

I can't wait for the big reveal in Part 3 where the entire fandom collectively goes: "...yeah. Congratulations, you figured it out."