Ii just woke up from a dream where there was a party at the Agreste mansion and Marinette was sad and angry because of Chloé being our usual Chloé so Adrien come to comfort her and buy her a cute puppy and it was amazing
ok but imagine if Lysandra got pregnant (as herself… i’m pretending the ending of eos didn’t happen okay) and when her child first opens its eyes, she remembers. she remembers the color of her true eyes. because her child looks just like her. as her child grows, Lysandra will begin to gradually transform back into her true self. it’ll be the curve of their cheekbones. it’ll be the tawny color of their skin. it’ll be the way their dark hair curls.
she will remember. she will be herself once again. and she will no longer be trapped in another’s body.
One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.
Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
like many other fandom fic writers, I’m spending time today trying to wrap my head around how season two changes things…….or doesn’t. We got a lot of interesting new material yesterday; not all of it I agree with; but it’s canon? A couple other writers on tumblr have already responded with similar thoughts to mine, and I really strongly agree: I’m not one to disregard that, either. It’s a challenge to work around.
I’m not sure how this affects things, yet. Most of what I fling into fandom is AU in one aspect or another (AU series, obviously; to say nothing of Smol Shiro), but I do like to keep these grounded as much in canon/paralleling canon as much as possible. And this is…season two is so tightly wound, in terms of plot. Where do you fit things in? Season One was way more episodic, and a bit looser. Season Two drove us forwards practically from episode three, connecting and connecting and connecting. I haven’t done a full rewatch yet, so I could be wrong, but the Slots for Adventure Opportunities in Season Two are definitely smaller than in Season One. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, just…a challenge.
Chirrut is obviously the Party Dad™ of the relationship but a couple times a year he has to go try to drag his dumb, allegedly responsible husband and their little pack of orphans out of the rare Jedha rain, fussing about how they’re going to catch cold. Baze is out there running around like one of the kids, jumping in puddles with them, huddling them up in warm hugs when they briefly remember it’s still cold. And, of course, Chirrut just ends up laughing and joining in, and even gets to pull the exceptionally rare and entirely insincere Not In Front Of The Kids™ card because Baze is a known and avowed rain kisser