#yodels softly

[aguagua]

anyone ever gif smth from Peacock streaming before

[mtchstck-a]

“ Let me put it this way. Every so often things happen that can’t be rationalized in a conventional way. People wanna know their government has a response. Those men over there? They're that response. ” / from jane

                     A passerby might just see two girls at a coffee shop with outdoor seating enjoying the sunshine. But Liv’s hands are balled into tight fists on the tabletop-- the tension almost palpable; Jane’s posture is not unlike a coiled spring. And then there are the men in the suits and dark sunglasses in the town car across the street, pretending to not look at them. She’s had nightmares about this exact scenario.

                     “---I didn’t tell anyone.” Liv whispers. “I’m careful.”

souls don’t die | ACCEPTING

[vampxrebarbie]

Say, Quinn? Are you sure that... well. How do I put this? You and Asra seem very close, which I certainly understand; he's safe, isn't he? Reliable. Kind. Sensible. Er, anyway. I suppose... we... you and I, I wanted to believe that we were... together, but--

Quinn blinks up at the sudden interruption, the idle tapping of her fingernails on the counter in front of her ceasing as she turns to look at Julian. Truly, it’s not odd for him to show up in the shop like this--particularly when she slips off the castle grounds for some breathing room, bless Nadia’s heart--but it is odd for him to show up in the shop and then start rambling.

Usually he just trips over a chair or two, knocks over a priceless vase, and then excuses himself post-haste while she tries not to giggle.

(she never means anything by the giggling--he’s adorable, but he doesn’t see it that way, she imagines)

As his stuttering, rambling speech continues, her eyebrows slowly lift. What has him in such a nervous tizzy? Wait, Asra? ...Oh, for fuck’s sake--

Her eyes roll and she smiles, stepping over to him quickly, grabbing his face with her hands, and pulling him down far enough she’s able to actually kiss him. Then she pats him on the cheek twice and returns to the counter where her tarot deck is spread. “You worry too much, Jules. Besides, ‘safe’ isn’t fun. I’m happier with you.”

[dfist]

// drafts cleared: ✓ memes answered: ✓ confidence in writing:

[compassionatelyy-blog]

’ Are you.. happy? ’

“I’m compassion.” The misunderstanding tousles his hair, brim of his hat dipping below his chin. (please be happy) He hears hers; compassion binding beneath her ribcage, desperate and fearful for escape. “Thank you for caring.”

[titanslayer]

while i dislike the ship and have explained why i don’t like it, i should say: jason Does care about nico. that much is solidly canon, but, i prefer to think that they’ve got a tentative kind of......brotherly thing going on? they’ve both lost and gained siblings, felt their own camps turn on them/alienate them, struggled to cope w/ some level of trauma. nico needs to be babied about as much as jason needs another spear through the chest, so, the kind of friendship they could have as bros ( + support re: nico being gay, jason’s ptsd issues, both of their relationships w/ hazel ) would be rly great for character development?

plus double dates. imagine.

[indig0g0]

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