#splintering

[cosmere-cosmeme]

AONA LOOK RAYSE AND BAVADIN ARE COMING TO KILL YOU OH ADONALSIUM SHE HAS AIRPOdS IN SHE CANT HEAR US OH FUCK

[onlycosmere]

Splintering

Furamirionind: Is it possible to splinter a spren?

Brandon Sanderson: Yes. That is theoretically possible.

[mogitz]

splintering

In the weeks following the Jubilee, Betty and Jughead struggle to figure out what his new 'family' means for their relationship. Afraid for Betty's safety and filled with self-doubt, he pushes away from her - but will Betty let things fall apart so easily or will she fight for the person she loves the most? 

Repost of a fic I impulsively deleted two months ago and decided to repost for @jandjsalmon . 

Chapter one - white noise.

"Take off that jacket," she said through the darkness of her bedroom, still not turning around to look at him.

There was a tone in her voice that Jughead never heard before. It wasn't threatening, but the assertiveness told him that the jacket disgusted her right now. He hated feeling like he was given an ultimatum in that moment. If he took off the jacket, would that make her believe he was ditching the Serpents?

"Am I asking for something impossible?" Her voice was just above a whisper, her head turned to the side.

He admired her profile, the side of her face somehow premiering all of her fear. But she was so beautiful and he couldn't help but notice the way her fingers flexed and unflexed as she tried to keep her palms from harm. Without wasting another second, he shook the jacket from his arms, the heavy piece of himself hitting the floor.

She thanked him, pulling her hair from its ponytail and letting it fall to her shoulders. His mouth ran dry when she tugged her shirt over her head, his eyes roaming her bare back. She must have been ready for bed before she went out to find him; she hadn't been wearing a bra. And without turning around, she simply laid on her bed on her tummy, her arms covering her face.

Absently, he slipped his hat from his head, discarding it on top of his jacket. She looked ethereal lying there in the dark, her silhouette outlined only from the faint light coming through her window.

He should have left in that moment. No, he should have covered her up and told her in order to keep her as perfect as she was then, he would have to let her go. He should have ignored all of his feelings and put on a blank face to prove that this meant nothing to him. He should have put his hat and jacket back on to close him off and make him stronger.

Instead, he found himself tugging his own shirt off and crawling over her body, his lips kissing between her shoulder blades, both of their stomachs bottoming out when she sucked in a wavering breath.

Seemingly out of nowhere, his mind was flooded with so many memories. They'd spent a small lifetime together, most of their young lives. Sure, he often felt like a third wheel to Betty and Archie, but his entire life… she'd been there. Not always the way he wanted her, but constantly.

Unconditionally.

[jocolatemousse]

I was an open book; you were an ocean breeze.

Klaiber, S. "Splintering." Recorded by S. Bareilles.

[incandescent-irreverence]

Tones

Low there, where the feelings are A tremble blossomed in the chest Of the wind, rescinding again -- a Siren sounding where the light got In, one can recoil into outer shells An aura splintering through others Countless, in hundreds of different Ways, similar or same, they seem To reverberate, tones of a kindred Spirit in the veins – arrogance, it Filtered in through the windows here And they are as tall as the walls The shadows only peeling with the Sun as the day goes; I use every Bit of peripheral vision I know to Exist to try and get me out of this -- L.M. 

[raeofthewrite]

Splinters

I found a man one night while walking

His eyes were shining under the yellowed street lights.

From his pocket he produced a twig,

and waved it about in swirling motions.

There was a sudden snap,

but the twig was still dancing in his grip.

It was I and myself that had splintered in half,

one part stay standing, frozen

 while the other walked on…

She looked at me as she peeked back, one last glance 

a smirk

a laugh.

I found no soul one night while walking,

My tears were shining under yellowed street lights.

[mendokayalways]

Thoughts on “Somewhere between Heaven and Hell”

Okay okay okay, is it just me or is there a lot of splintering going in Team Free Will and company?? Mary is off on her, Sam lied to Dean effectively putting up this shield between the two of them, Cas is going back to heaven without telling the boys, Dean just seems sad and lonely, and Crowley is on his own agenda. Its just its bothering me. I do lonely quite well but when my characters start splitting up too, I’m not as chill. TFW needs to regroup and sort out their shit right about NOW. There are have been too many things left unsaid, or just left hanging without addressing them further and its hurting the balance. MAJORLY. 

[mogitz]

splintering chapter six

splintering - chapter six - lonesome town

Betty swept the room, garnering various stares and a few whistles while she made her way around the bar, gawking at every leather jacket-wearing patron in the hopes that it was him. Her heart freefell to her stomach when the crowd parted like the Red Sea and she finally caught a glimpse of him. He was propped up against a wall, his fingers entangled nervously in his own hair as he talked to another Serpent - he looked completely engrossed in whatever serious business they were discussing.

Betty tugged on the sleeves of her own leather jacket, maneuvering through the crowded bar to inch up beside him. He didn't notice her at first, and she was taken aback by the sound of his laughter as she approached - it was a sound she hadn't heard in so long. She felt her ears burn and her palms ache. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to scream at him, ask him how he could possibly be laughing when such awful things were happening - but she knew that was unfair.

She tentatively reached her hand up, about to tap him, when he turned his head. She saw his eyes catch a quick glance of her before he did a double-take.

Jughead's eyes rounded in shock, wondering if he was really seeing what he was seeing.

Because there was Betty (although not necessarily the Betty he remembered), standing right beside him in the flesh. When he turned his body toward her, his smiling face faded and the two just stared back at one another with wide, curious eyes: green and blue.