tsueri said:

In my opinion. that gif of the opening where you see Pariston is a perfect representation of his character. with the dark shading representing his darker side then glowing with bright colours and sparkles. to show his facade.

Wouldn’t disagree with you there. There’s a sensical duality to Pariston, yes he is cheery and smiley and sparkles but he is also dark and manipulative and conniving. 

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I can see your whole history in your eyes. You were born with nothing. So you’ve had to struggle and connive and claw your way to power. But true power, the divine right to rule, is something you’re born with. The truth is: they don’t know which one of us is going to be sitting down on that throne, and which of us is going to be bowing down. But I know, and you know.

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I can see your whole history in your eyes. You were born with nothing. So you had to struggle and connive and claw your way to power. But true power…the divine right to rule…is something you’re born with. The fact is, they don’t know which one of us is going to be sitting on that throne and which one is going to be bowing down. But I know. And you know.

Current mood after reading Medic’s part in the comics.

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You could’ve at least told me you weren’t so loyal to your teammates. I mean, I knew you didn’t really care. You pretty much yell that you hate them all. But… c’mon. I thought you cared a little. Unless you’re acting like a spy and are working a double undercover scheme.

Or maybe you’re in this for the science??? That’s probably it. You’re in this for the science. Screw everyone else.

The eyes of Huan saw a shade
wavering, darting down a glade
like a mist of evening snared by day
and hasting fearfully away.
He bayed, and sprang with sinewy limb
to chase the shy thing strange and dim.
On terror’s wings, like a butterfly
pursued by a sweeping bird on high,
she fluttered hither, darted there,
now poised, now flying through the air -
in vain. At last against a tree
she leaned and panted. Up leaped he.
No word of magic gasped with woe,
no elvish mystery she did know
or had entwined in raiment dark
availed against that hunter stark,
whose old immortal race and kind
no spells could ever turn or bind.
Huan alone that she ever met
she never in enchantment set
nor bound with spells.
— 

- Lays of Beleriand, p 263

Huan alone that she ever met

she never in enchantment set

nor bound with spells. 

Huan alone that she ever met

she never in enchantment set

nor bound with spells. 

I don’t always love Lúthien but when I do it’s because she’s a terrifying brilliant indescribably powerful enchantress who knows precisely the stakes of the game she is playing

whose spells have bound every single being her life has ever brushed against

shy and fragile and terrified and unspeakably dangerous

and in whose enchanted orbit kingdoms crumble

and fall

and crawl out of the rubble for one last glimpse of her 

I do actually always love Lúthien what am I talking about

I believe in Amelia Richardson.

I’ve seen the assertion that Amelia isn’t real and I’m here to state formally that I believe in Amelia Richardson.

I’m using “to believe in” as a synonym for both “to think” and “to hope” here.

So, why do I believe Amelia is real?

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Jet shuffled down the street with one hand in his pocket, the other curled around a crumpled piece of paper his most recent employer had given him. He frowned at it while he walked, half reading it, half looking where he was going. Teeth bit down on a piece of grass, and he thought carefully about what the piece of paper said, because if he played his cards right, this presented quite the opportunity.

Lee had said he didn’t want to see him anymore. “Not like that,” were the words he used, and Jet would have been set back by that, if he believed it. But he didn’t, not in the slightest. After all, you don’t just stick your hand into the pants of someone you don’t intend to see for a bit afterwards.That’s not how these things worked. And Jet was, if nothing else, persistent; he wasn’t about to be set back because Lee was stubborn. 

Longshot and Smellerbee continued to think he was going too far with all of this, but as he said to them, he wouldn’t be pushing so hard if he wasn’t absolutely certain that Lee wasn’t serious when he said he didn’t want this to happen. Hands didn’t tangle in hair like that if they didn’t really want to, mouths didn’t open like that if they didn’t like what they were tasting.

Jet crossed the street, and pushed open the door to Lee’s building, still looking mostly at the piece of paper, which his boss had scribbled quick instructions on, an assignment, of sorts. A mission, as Jet saw it. This was a job he needed to do well; it wouldn’t do him well to be fired again, and he had a rent to keep up with. And if he wanted to do it well- well, he might as well enlist Lee’s help.

Stepping lightly up the stairs, Jet reached Lee’s door and knocked, his face already split preemptively into a wide grin. 

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