pristinepastel said: Hey, i know you like the first mummy, but what about the mummy returns?
I HAVE RETURNED…after like a day.
but what the people want, the people get!
RIGHT SO THE MUMMY RETURNS!
aka the only sequel that is 1000% just as good as the first one. like holy shit.
ten years later and we meet our heroes again. rick and evie are happily married, going on adventures, and evie’s dream of becoming a respected scholar has come true and they’ve made a tiny human!
the only unrealistic part being that they only had one kid, i mean they are still all over each other ten years later and you’re telling me they only had ONE kid.
okay. sure jan.
but boy o’ boy is that one kid awesome!
alex o’connell. this kid is literally:
50% evie super-klutz-genius.
50% rick screams-at-things-that-are-illogical-to-scream-at.
50% uncle jonathan’s sheer dumb luck and wit.
10% i’m really bad at math.
you get the point. HE’S GREAT. also the actor passed on harry potter because, JUST LIKE ME, the mummy 1999 was his favorite movie and he just HAD to be in the sequel. alex is just such a smart-ass little shit. that much like his mother, accidentally brings about the apocalypse by opening something he shouldn’t have:
ARDETH BAY TIME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. he has a much bigger role in this one. GOD BLESS.(because he was supposed to die in the first one, but test audiences loved him as much as we do, so they kept his fine ass around) he still looks prettier than everyone and is still so done with white people once again.
*after almost being killed on he bus* “this was my first bus ride.” *after realizing they’re gonna make him fly again* “why can’t you people ever keep your feet on the ground?”
he’s just such an awesome A+ friend goals, because while he probably needs to go be with other medjai to prepare for battle against anubis’ army (yikes), he stays with the fam to rescue alex. it wasn’t even much of a thought for him really, rick and evie just batted their eyelashes and he was like: *sighs* “these white people are always messing my shit up, but they are my white people.”
jonathan: still beautifully the same as ever. witty, clever, and would do anything for his family.
“be quiet alex! if there’s going to be any hysterics, they’ll come from me!”
“if you see anyone come running out screaming, it’s just me.”
when he boasts about being a good shot and ardeth is internally like “i’m gonna die.” THEN HE SAVES ARDETH. hell yeah.
rick: he’s still screaming at things. BUT IN DAD MODE. he’s the ultimate dad.
“you, lighten up. you, big trouble. you, get in the car.” *sweetly* “honey, what are you doing, these guys don’t use doors.” “knowing my brother-in-law, he probably deserves whatever you’re about to do to him, but this is my house and i have certain rules about snakes and dismemberment.”
evie: still a super-klutz nerd, but with C O N F I D E N C E. little baby librarian is now a honey badger of ASK ME IF I GIVE A FUCK! and also a re-incarnated princess
“no harm ever came from opening a chest.”
rick: “i swear that kid gets more and more like you every day.” evelyn: “you mean more attractive, sweet and devilishly charming?”
we meet izzy, another one of rick’s ex boyfriends, who is a much more reliable mode of transportation than previously mentioned murder buses.
imhotep: still emo. still wants to make out with his gf.
anck su namun/meela: hella good villain. she bomb af and 100% wants to take over the world. amazing. she actually has like a really cool role this time too!!! like so much screen time.
the rock…i mean the scorpion king, he’s another emo villain with goofy cgi rendering and like 4 million terrible made-for-TV spin off movies that you are lying if you haven’t watched at least one of them and felt that utter disappointment. but who cares the rock is pretty. and this was his first acting role and the reason we have him where he is today.
thank you mummy returns for giving the world actor rock johnson #blessed
THE ROMANCE AGAIN:
normal action movie sequel romance: same guy. different girl. repeat of first movie’s romance. hehehehhehehehhEHEHEHEHHEHH.
not here bitch.
rick and evie’s love has only grown stronger. they still bicker like old ladies at bingo night. the still look at each other like they hung the moon. they’re still disgusting jonathan because they CANNOT KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES. one kid my ass. they still support each other and protect each other like crazy. they love each other so much and it’s so healthy and pure and there is some good in this world mr. frodo.
the bottom line here is. what’s the point of watching the mummy 1999 if you aren’t going to watch the mummy returns immediately after?
"Who cares if one more light goes out in the sky of a million stars? … I do."
I lost my hero today. I feel like I’ve lost a part of my soul.
I was 14 when I first found out about Linkin Park. They were the first band I fell in love with that weren’t from my country yet made me feel like I needed to go through all their records. And so I did. Chester’s voice represented so much that I could not put in words. But I needed to understand his words too. Without the translations. This made me pay attention to my English classes. I owe my first attempts of learning how to speak English to him and his band.
I have turned to Linkin Park’s music for every emotion I have ever felt. Their music has touched me. Chester’s powerful voice has guided me through hard times and it was with me when I was feeling on top of the world too.
Chester was my first music idol. I literally grew up listening to Linkin Park.
It’s devastating how one can save millions but millions can not save the one. You’re always going to be my legend. You’ve had an impact on millions, Ches. You will live on in your music. May your voice and Linkin Park never leave our hearts 🥀
Rest In Peace, Chester Bennington. March 20, 1976 - July 20, 2017
I just have this headcanon that christophe and victor’s friendship is nothing but spending money and shenanigans like victor is already impulsive and out of control but chris is such a shameless ENABLER. Don’t tell me the reason victor has a hot pink $8 million cadillac convertible ISN’T because of Yuuri asking Victor to go pick out a car that was “reasonably priced and compact” and then Chris stepping in and being like ‘ew you don’t want the paparazzi taking pics of you in an ugly, soccer mom toyota corolla. No, get the one from the showroom thats a prized antique who cares if it’s millions of dollars IT’S FABULOUS YOU NEED TO BE FABULOUS.“ Victor pulls up in this ridiculous barbie car with Chris in the front seat with two pairs of ray bans on his head holding a 12-pack of wine coolers like "We made good decisions today” and yuuri storms out to scream at both of them.
Ok so since Taylor beat the record for the most views on a lyric video in 24 hours JUST 2 DAYS AGO… let’s beat the record for the most views on the music video tonight! The number to beat is 27.7 million views in 24 hours. I think we can do this! Let’s start off the Reputation era with a Bang!
Trump: I need to say something about Black History. Names! I NEED NAMES!
Aides: Harriet Tubman
Trump: That’s the woman on the $20? Yes. More!
Aides: Rosa Parks!
Trump: I need to balance it out. Two Black women, one Black man. We can’t use Martin Luther King again, he’s got a whole damn day.
Aides: Fredrick Douglass!
Trump: TRAFFIC! I heard that name a lot with Republicans!
[Graphic from New York Times - Headline: Trump: That Frederick Douglass “has done an amazing job.”
Yes, that Frederick Douglass, former slave, abolitionist and statesman who died in 1895.
Meeting with African-American supporters at the White House on Wednesday, the president let it be known that Mr. Douglass, an important figure in American history, had come to his attention.
“Frederick Douglass is an example of somebody who has done an amazing job and is being recognized more and more, I notice,” Mr. Trump said. “Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks and millions more black Americans who made America what it is today. A big impact.”
Good evening, Do you think it's still possible for us to win MAMA? The gap is so huge I'm loosing hope :(
Do I think we will lose? Can we still win? Did I .. give up?
Let me share my story with you, dear. In the past I was mocked for liking BTS and told “they will flop, following a group from a small agency is suicide. You will just get hurt”. Today you will just laugh at such words but back in the days, their words made better sense than my intuition that kept telling me they can make it someday. In the past getting 1 million views on a BTS MV was something we called a goal. Winning a single award was SO HARD. Being mentioned by one Tv show or celebrity was SO RARE. And, you know?! let’s not go back too far in the past. Just last year we had a 10M voting gap in MAMA. Just last year we couldn’t even consider going against such big fandoms. YET, we still won the biggest award: A DAESANG because of WINGS achievements. After BTS’ win, haters said we don’t deserve it and cursed at us and BTS. That’s why this year ARMY tried to make it possible to win the voting too so no hater will be able to breathe a word and our boys will walk proudly to get that award hearing no more obscenities but only cheers.
AGAIN! why didn’t I give up back then? Why many ARMYs just like myself didn’t give up? Because even if no one believed in us, no matter how small the achievements Bangtan thanked and trusted us. When they were humiliated they smiled so we will not worry and when we were insulted they felt sorry we liked them and screamed their rage through lyrics, words that could only be told that way. All of this made us believe in ourselves and our boys more. It made us both robust. We were so weak yet our resolution made us so strong. Today we are truly influential but the resolution became frail. Maybe, we are starting to take things for granted?. This thought destroyed many fandoms before us … So remember, always, the success you all see today is no luck. It’s blood, sweat, and tears. If BTS were the kind to fall quickly, you may not have heard of them today. If ARMY were flimsy this fandom would have never gotten any bigger. SO LISTEN! Don’t think just because the fandom is huge now your voting is insignificant. this is such a cancerous thought when many deem this way we end up losing millions of votes, not just a mere one or two. In this fandom we work hard, stay humble and aim higher. BUT we never give up.
Plainly some months ago no one would have ever given up hearing we had a 1M gap in MAMA. BTS get 500k RTs on one photo on Twitter if just half of them vote with 5 accounts we are set in a matter of seconds.
Think logically & positively ARMY! You are heartier and happier today and can walk straight and be proud. We set more records in this single month than we could ever imagine and are still going hard. I know we all have our circumstances and no one will blame anyone if they don’t vote but … I know how sturdy we became and not using our strength is too regretful.
So what do you think? Isn’t it time we turn the tables again? TEAMWORK MAKE THAT FREAKING GAP SHRINK TO HELL! I mean *cough* the dream work ^^ (sorry adrenaline rush. but I meant that too though)
Thus dear, as long as you are an ARMY, NEVER lose hope!
At the end of DD&MD, there’s that sequence where they’re all talking and Ford makes that frowny expression (downthread), and I remember seeing someone say he frowned when Mabel said “fun for ages 8 to 80, or a million, or however old you guys are”, and Ford realizes how old they seem to her. But to be honest, I never thought that was it. I think it’s the most unique frown we ever see on him (look, I have made somewhat of an obsessive study of all of Ford’s facial expressions, okay?), and I think it’s an interesting reaction to something else.
Mabel: “… Man, that WAS fun for ages 8 to 80…”
Mabel: “… or a million…”
Mabel: “… or however old you guys are.”
Even after Mabel is done saying that, Ford is still smiling at her. It’s not until a moment later, when Stan gives one of his characteristic “hehhhhh” sighs before starting to speak, that Ford’s expression also changes:
This is where Stan starts to say “Y'know, I’m sorry for making fun of your game, kiddo” to Dipper.
The thing is, that this is not Ford’s standard “startled owl” expression, so even though there are some similarities (in the raised eyebrows and the start of the frown), it’s not the same sense of sudden surprise. For comparison, some classic startled-owl looks from the ep before:
We don’t get to see Ford wear that expression above for very long; the camera shifts off him as soon as Stan kneels down to talk to Dipper, and we don’t see Ford’s expression again until after Stan is done. For the record, here’s Stan’s whole speech to Dipper:
“Y'know, I’m sorry for making fun of your game, kiddo. Sure, it might be too nerdy for me, bust it’s just the right amount of nerdy for you and my brother. If you two wanna hang out sometimes, I won’t get in your way.”
I wish we could have also seen the way Ford’s expression shifts as he’s listening to that. By the end, when Grenda is talking about watching the second showing of Ducktective, Ford is back to happy and smiling:
But let’s go back to this for a moment…
What always struck me about this expression is that it’s not a full frown, and it’s not really surprise. Without looking afraid, to me, it looks sort of pinched, and apprehensive. Since Stan sighing is what causes the expression, and since Ford is focused on him, I’ve always assumed that it was Ford remembering what happened just before Probabilator showing up – that he and Stan were arguing like kids, and here, Ford is worried about what Stan is going to say now that the danger is over. (Danger that Stan so pointedly said he did NOT want the kids exposed to because of Ford and the stuff he messes with.)
What I also found interesting is that, if that’s what this is (a sort of “oh yeah, where were we… oh right” moment), this expression also is not anger. We’ve seen in the past (just the last episode, ATOTS) that when Stan messes up or seems to be the cause of a problem, Ford does get angry at him. Given Ford’s resentment towards Stan at this time, you might expect Ford to be angry at Stan for starting the argument, for grabbing the dice bag, and for throwing the dice, thus summoning Probabilator. We can argue against each of those points being Stan’s fault (or solely Stan’s fault), but my point is that at this stage you’d almost expect Ford to blow up at Stan for his carelessness, getting them into all this trouble, whether it’s fair or not. Not to look apprehensive about what Stan is going to say. It makes me wonder if Ford expected Stan to give him a verbal slap-down for interacting with the kids and putting Dipper in danger, and to renew his ban on the kids interacting with Ford at all.
As I said, though, I wish we could have seen Ford’s reaction to Stan’s speech to Dipper. Because in it, Stan immediately apologizes to Dipper, and also reverses his earlier decision that the kids must stay away from Ford. And from Ford’s point of view, how revelatory must that be? We also saw in the past that Stan wasn’t usually quick to apologize for things; instead he had a tendency to bluff his way out of blame, or try to turn the subject around so whatever it was didn’t seem that bad. But here Stan is, being a model parental figure. I always appreciated that not just for itself (he and Mabel really DID owe Dipper an apology for teasing him, because as many of us know, being teased about something you’re passionate about when you’re young can hurt deeply), but for the way it allowed Ford to see a side of Stan that perhaps he hadn’t gotten to see before, or hadn’t for a very long time.
This post is important, and long. Please take the time to read it all.
This amazing little squirt is Elliot, and today is his birthday. I get asked from time to time, why I always am so vocal and passionate about equal rights and protection of the LGBTQ community; through comments, direct messages, emails, and even in-person at book signings and events, many want to know why I fight so hard so often on so public a platform for such a (I cannot believe it is Still) polarizing topic. Human Decency, is one answer, kindness, the realization that we are All made of the same stuff, that love is love is love. There are a million reasons, but I want to tell you one more of them…Elliot.
My beautiful and amazing friends @krast12 and her wife @weebrie12 asked me to help them start a family about two years ago, and after recovering from the shock of that honor, I said yes. I did the tests, donated, and waited. One year ago today, Elliot was born. He is part Viking, part Mayan, part Tohono O’Odham Native American, part Scottish and part Irish. He is half Me, and half Sabrina. He is the luckiest boy on earth to have not one perfect mother, but two. I watch every day as they raise him into a gentle, graceful, compassionate, and infinitely hilarious little human and it makes me feel full. @krast12 and @weebrie12 are perfect parents and Elliot is beyond loved. He, they, are one of the many reasons I fight so hard for equal rights and treatment of our entire LGBTQ community. Love is love is love my friends, and it’s a beautiful thing that, if allowed to flourish, makes more beautiful things. Fight for this. I will. For all of you out there who feel like your voice is silenced, for Krysti and Sabrina. For Elliot. Happy Birthday Elliot. We love you so much.
chester charles bennington ( march 20, 1976 – july 20, 2017 )
were my hero, and you probably always will be my hero. i was in a sad and dark
place as i got into linkin park, and the person i’ve looked up to from second
one? it was you, it was always you. i used to call you “the light of my
life” because your smile, your energy and your positivity lighted up my
life, never did i knew that you’re actually one more light, and that light is
now gone. you made me into the person i am today, and i’m in such a better
place with linkin parks help. and
i’m so sorry nobody has heard your pain, even though now that i look into one
more light much more, i realize that you’ve been telling us all along and i’m
so sorry, i love you so much. and i always will.
you saved millions of lives, but millions of lives couldnt save you. and even
though i didnt know you in person, it always did feel like you were my friend,
that your voice was there to comfort me whenever i was scared and sad. i dont
know how a single person affect my life so much that i can barely function, but
it feels like i’ve lost a part of myself, and now that every tear is out, i’m
numb and i feel nothing.i
already miss you so much.
i’m feeling very hopeless right now, and if you do too, i’m here for you.
“who cares if one more light goes out? well, i do”
Request from anon: Can you do a TomxF!Reader imagine where they’ve been together since they were young & they’re at the final HP Deathly Hallows part 2 premiere and she is also in HP,apart of trio, and while she does her speech with the the trio,Tom proposes to her? ❤
Ahhhhh!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for requesting anon! *If my schedule has worked correct, it should be Friday atm*
This was it; in a few moments, you’d be sealing what had been the greatest adventure of your entire life; Harry Potter had brought you love, eternal friendship and so much happiness. You looked at yourself in the mirror, still feeling the same nerves you felt ten years ago when you were turning up to the Philosopher’s Stone premiere - now here at the Deathly Hallows Part 2 premiere, you quarrelled on how quickly time flied. You still recognised yourself yet you had matured - you had experienced so much and you were so lucky.
Practicing your mantra in an attempt to control your breathing, you took a breath for seven seconds, held it for five and exhaled for six. “Having fun?” You heard an all too familiar voice chime from behind you. You turn around, spotting Tom stood leaning against the doorway. “I’m so nervous.” You declare, walking over to him to give him a peck on the lips. “You look ravishing.” Tom comments looking you up and down with a smirk. You were wearing a navy full length dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. He was wearing a navy suit (which just so happened to be the same shade) and his hair was tousled just the way you like it. “So do you.” You replied in an oddly surprised tone. Tom hadn’t really bothered with the previous premieres, even turning up in jeans and a t-shirt to the last one. “You sound so surprised, love.” He chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I am, I didn’t think they’d make you look this sexy. Now I have to compete with all the other girls.” You chime, reaching up to peck his lips once again. “You’re not competing, Y/N, I’m already your boyfriend. Besides, you look amazing, should I be worried about any man trying to steal you away?” Tom asks with a grin on his face. You shake your head. “Of course not.”
Hey people who use those handy apps to call for a ride, get an easy way to protest Trump and those who support him! Uber’s CEO has publically stated his support for Trump and is on his way to go work on his Business Advisory team. Lyft, on the other hand, donated one million dollars last night to the ACLU in protest of the immigration ban. Many of the drivers for these two companies are immigrants. I made the switch today.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean— Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home— For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.”
Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed And all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME— Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America!
O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!
A/N: This is based on the moment in ACOWAR when Nesta admits that she can’t take baths anymore because of Hybern. I wanted Cassian to help her out with her fear.
Nesta stared at the tub filled with an ankle deep of water. Her breath came out shaky, causing small waves to form over the surface. A towel wrapped around her skin, and the fabric irritatingly rubbed against her body. She knew there was no possibility of submerging herself in the water, two buckets were already filled beside it, but she wanted to try dipping her foot in. Just for a bit. Feyre had already contracted someone to install a shower, but it wasn’t going to be finished for another two weeks. Thus, Nesta continued her routine of using buckets.
Inside, Nesta knew she must look ridiculous, for she was staring at a seemingly empty bathtub. There was nothing in that water that would hurt her, not something that shallow at least. She would lift her leg and dip a toe, nothing more. That would be enough. All of her muscles seemed locked in place as her mind urged her leg to twitch towards the water. She could barely breathe the longer she stared, her thoughts circling around the image of Elain being shoved in those waters, not knowing whether her sister or a corpse would escape. Those moments when Nesta could hear her own heart thundering in her chest, even without Fae hearing. Then, Nesta’s thoughts raced to her own drowning. The tight grip of the Hybern soldiers’s hands on her body. The rage coursing through her as she pointed her finger. The flooding of her lungs—
“By the Cauldron! I am so sorry!”
Nesta whipped around faster than one could winnow to see Cassian standing in the doorway.
“What. The hell. Cassian.”
He was already retreating out the door, covering his eyes with his forearm. “I’m sorry Nesta. I thought—‘
“Did no one ever teach you to knock when there’s a closed door?”
“Closed, Cassian, the door was closed.” Her breathing came out incredibly ragged, and she practically shrieked, “Get out!”
She turned with every ounce of dignity she had left.
“What are those?”
Her voice came out very clipped. “What do you mean, what are those?”
His silence stretched on between them, daring her to turn around. She only allowed her head to graze over her shoulder before she saw he was not looking anywhere near her. Instead, his gaze locked on the buckets on the floor, and his eyes showed where his thoughts were going.
“Cassian. I said get out,” she snarled at him as she turned to face him fully.
“Nesta, are those—“
“They’re nothing,” she breathed, losing all courage from before, “Just leave.”
His head nodded at the order, still not looking at her as he left, lost in his own mind. When he closed the door, she walked over to check the lock and rested her back against the wall. Cassian’s interruption dragged more fight out of her than she thought it would, and she couldn’t motivate herself to even approach the tub let alone dip her toes. Her fight mellowed the longer she stood there, and she slid to the floor.
Too damn weak. She felt so inadequate that she couldn’t even stand. Everything seemed unnecessary beyond her inability to clean herself. Last time she washed was yesterday. She hadn’t done anything strenuous today, so she could wait. She could wait until tomorrow when she would have to wrestle with herself all over again to enter the bathroom and fill the buckets. When she drenched herself in their water, she would always hold her breath and move as quickly as possible. Her record was six bucketfuls, she didn’t think she could handle anything beyond that.
The water was surely cold by now, and as she stood to empty it, her legs shook. Plunging her hand into the tub for the drain, her eyes closed and she felt two silent tears slowly run down her face. The gurgling of the water was the only noise for a while until she heaved the buckets up to drain in the bath as well. Her towel somehow stayed snug against her body the whole time, and she hid the pails under the sink before leaving the room. Where she saw a hulking bat sitting across the hallway from her.
His lips moved as if to speak, but Nesta shot him a glare and practically ran to her room. She heard him follow her, but she just moved faster before slamming her door in his face.
As quickly as she could, she disrobed and dressed herself as he sighed on the other side.
“Nesta—“ he paused, as if wondering if she was going to let him continue—“I’m sorry about earlier. I was debriefing Rhys downstairs and was walking backwards into the door. I didn’t see it was closed. My apologies.”
She could hear him turning to walk away, but for whatever cauldron-damned reason, she opened her door.
“You weren’t there.”
His back strained at her words and his wings hitched slightly.
“Nesta, you know that ever since Hy—“
“Not there. I know there’s nothing you could have done. I don’t think you do, but that’s for another time.”
He was facing her now, and his jaw worked as if he were going to say something. She held up her hand. “Let me finish. You weren’t at the meeting with Graysen.” She took a deep breath, somehow this private admission a million times harder than the one that she made so long ago. “Your eyes were on those buckets, and your thoughts seemed to be working faster than your mind could handle. So I, ah, guess you should hear it from me before you draw your own conclusions. Taking a bath is pretty difficult after —“ she gestured pathetically with her arms—“everything. Feyre’s getting a, what do you call it? A shower installed. It’ll be another two weeks, so I use buckets instead of a bath. I wanted to see if I could dip my feet today, or at least my toes,” she sighed, “turns out I’m a little too pathetic for even that.”
She didn’t realize that she never once looked at him the whole time, but when she did, his face was completely stricken with devastation. Her fingers scratched behind her ear, and she attempted to walk past him.
“Nesta.” His hand was on her arm and his gaze was intense. “Nothing about your situation is pathetic. We share at lot of sexual jokes, but I’m serious when I say I have a shower at my house that you can use in the mean time. If you need to. Want to.”
She’d never admit how grateful she was at his offer, but the look in his eyes showed that maybe he could feel her relief. “Thanks. I’ll think about it.”
Their gazes locked for a moment longer, before she turned to leave and his hand left her arm.
At Ritas that evening, the whole inner circle enjoyed a night out including Elain and Nesta. All together, they shared a few drinks though Nesta drank less than everyone and sat completely erect on a barstool. Their group swayed along to whatever tempo they pleased while Nesta stared amazed that even Amren joined in their revelry. Looking at them all, she knew she could join them, in fact, they’d already encouraged her multiple times. Cassian never directly asked her once, but his eyes skirted over to hers almost too often. As if now that she told him her fear, she would shatter if left to her own devices.
Nesta slowly nursed her water at his excessiveness until the prick behind her shoved into her the bar.
“Excuse—“ Nesta started as she turned around.
Her voice was drowned out by the fighting males behind her. And the full mug of ale that completely drenched her outfit. There was no time to become angry at her sodden state. The fighting pair continued as though nothing happened, and Nesta just stared at herself mouth agape.
“Hey, Hey, Hey, HEY.”
Nesta looked up at that.
Cassian stood with his arms erect, breaking up the fight. His words were hushed between the two swaying drunks. Whatever he said calmed them, and his main tactic seemed to be forcing them to break eye contact by repeatedly claiming “look at me”. Nesta heard him say it so much that she didn’t realize he was saying it to her until she looked up.
His eyes were inches from her face and stared at her with concern. “There you are.” He gave her a small smile. “Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay. I wasn’t in that fight,” she hummed, “Can you get out of my face?”
He moved as if he just now realized their proximity and skirted his gaze down her dress. With his raised eyebrows, she couldn’t help but look too. “Nesta, I’d always thought I’d see you wet, but these were not quite the circumstances I was imagining.”
Nesta’s jaw dropped for a second time that evening. “Is there a real reason you came over here? Or did you just want to make some poorly timed innuendos and have to disrupt that fight to do it?”
“If you must know—” he leaned in close again—“your damp state seemed like you were going to need to wash.”
Nesta froze. She had not thought about that part of her evening yet.
“And I thought maybe you’d…want to come to my place.” The last words came so fast that she almost thought she misheard him. Almost. Which was why her response felt like too much.
“Fine. But you’re not allowed any more innuendos.”
He put his hands up in defense but wore a grin of satisfaction before leading the way out.
Not a word was spoken between them as they winded through the streets of Velaris. Nesta’s anxiety grew the longer they walked. From an outsider perspective, their situation would look promiscuous as he took her home, but there was nothing sexual about their silence. They weaved their way through town, down alleys, and Nesta could’ve sworn they‘d cross the Sidra twice. The peace shared between them seemed so delicate that Nesta had no desire to break it, especially since Cassian was offering so much to let her use his shower. A slight breeze passed, and Nesta’s dress, clinging to her body now that it was soaked, caused her to shiver.
She could feel Cassian look at her out of the corner of his eye and almost snapped. Tear him apart for taking them in a seemingly pointless journey through Velaris when there had to be a better route. Her mouth opened slightly to voice—
“Here we are,” Cassian gestured to a single brick townhouse, identical to all the others on the street. To Nesta’s surprise, every window had a lush garden growing in boxes underneath them. Cassian walked up the stairs, and Nesta stared at his back without really seeing it.
“Do all Illyrians in this city live in townhouses?” Nesta inquired.
Cassian jangled his keys, and Nesta began to ascend the stairs after him. “At least we’re not compensating for anything—” he turned to wink at her—“But considering there’s only three of us, yes we all do.”
Nesta scoffed at that and stepped aside as Cassian opened the door. As though he forgot she was there, he stumbled into his home without any bravado, not even turning on a light, and lightly made his away upstairs.
“Nesta, there’s definitely no water out there. If you would like to enjoy the particulars of indoor plumbing, you’ll need to follow me to the bedroom,” he called as he turned towards her.
“We agreed on no innuendos.”
“And there has yet to be one. The only bathroom with a shower here is upstairs—“ he turned back around—“So my offer still stands, but you’ll need to enter the room where I sleep.”
Nesta padded up after him.
His bathroom was huge. Everything in it was built to accommodate wings, making it all three times larger than necessary. What she assumed was his shower had three spigots each with two handles underneath. Cassian left her there unceremoniously, and she’d already stripped herself bare. Though she claimed she would be fine, there were too many levers and the water shot down in a pounding waves so hard that Nesta immediately turned it off, scared of its power. She cracked the door open.
“Cassian,” she practically whispered as if he’d be right inside his bedroom. No response.
“Cassian.” Much louder.
Footsteps sounded from downstairs, and she waited for his approach. She felt like an uncivilized idiot who couldn’t even learn how to use a freaking shower.
Someone tapped lightly on the door. “Can I come in, Nesta?” he sounded incredibly tired on the other side. She let him in.
“I don’t know how to work the shower,” she stated, “I mean I don’t know how to make the water more tolerable.”
He just stared at her. “Is the rain okay?”
“You’ve been out in the rain since the cauldron. Is the rain okay?”
She thought back to memories of such gloomy weather and nodded. With those directions, he turned some dials on the faucets and spun the handles so water came out.
“That should feel like a light storm. If all three are too much, just use the one in the middle. The knobs underneath control the water temperature.”
A wave of exhaustion passed through her so strong that she had nothing to remind him that she knew how to turn it on. She left it at, “Thank you.”
As he left, he called, “When you’re done, just come get me to bring you home. I’ll be downstairs.”
She nodded before he turned and walked away. The bathroom that once seemed huge, now appeared tiny. Nothing in that room mattered except for the dripping water. Nesta stared at it a little, astonished that Cassian had been so generous throughout this whole situation. After so many years in that hovel, she was trained not to waste water, no matter how much she wished she could just stare at it and be clean. The towel dropped to the floor as she caught a waft of her beer-ladder self. Tentatively, she raised her arm and let the water cascade down. She could stop herself whenever she felt, but she chose to step over the tiny ledge on the floor anyway.
The sensation of all that water hitting her at once was too much. The warmth of it enveloping her to a point of choking that she blindly grasped for the faucet on her right, shutting the flow off immediately. On her other side, she fumbled more, but still managed to find it rather quickly. Above her, water came at a calming, leisurely rate. She closed her eyes. It’s just rain. It’s just rain. It’s just rain.
Her breathing slowed, slightly.
She could do this.
She’d already stood there for longer than those buckets could ever drench her. That thought though, forced herself to exit the stream. Her toes remained wet. She couldn’t help but think of only a few hours ago when she’d restrained from even putting her foot in the water. A sharp laugh escaped her.
Lathering herself in soap and washing multiple times, Nesta could only stand in the water for maybe a minute at a time before believing the shower a rainstorm washed away. All in all, she stayed there for maybe seven minutes. A short wash for anyone else, but the longest Nesta had had in months. Though they’d won the war, this felt like Nesta’s largest victory. Cassian’s towel felt like velvet as she wrapped herself in it, wondering if she just thought that way because of the significance of her evening.
Outside, folded neatly on the bed, were a small stack of clothes meant for her. She quietly wandered downstairs to find Cassian. As she passed through his living room, she thought maybe he was in the kitchen only to find it empty. Rather, after some insistent searching, she found him curled on the couch, his wings forming a cocoon in place of blanket, making it appear as though he never meant to fall asleep.
His face seemed peaceful, more so than she had maybe ever seen it. After everything he had done for her tonight, he deserved some rest. She found a blanket and draped him in it before realizing that with his hulking form, there was really no place for her to sleep down here. Scrambling back up the stairs was her only option. First, she opened the door across the hall from his room, hoping to find a guest suite, but it was an office filled with maps and strategies. Which meant her only option was his bed. It felt like a personal intrusion, but the more exhausted part of her mind reminded her she’d already used his shower, so why not surrender to the comforts of his sheets.
Immediately, his scent invaded her nose the tighter she tucked herself in, but she found it intoxicating. A depressant stronger than any alcohol consumed that evening. She pulled the sheets tightly, almost feeling like Cassian was there with her. After almost no time at all, she fell asleep, her dreams filled with not a single drop of water.
In the morning, Cassian woke her up by poking her shoulder. They’d shared a small smile before he walked her home, and again neither of them said anything until they reached Rhys’s home where Nesta thanked him. Then, kissed him on the cheek, an action that surprised them both.
No matter how much shock there was though, Cassian welcomed her to his home for showers every day before Feyre got one installed. And thankfully never commented when she occasionally stopped in after it was.
So the assignment was to write a simple sentence in past tense containing the words “when” and “buy”. I wanted to write “When did Yumi buy apples?” but I accidentally wrote ㅣ instead of ㅏ and all of a sudden Yumi had bought infants. Things took a dark turn.
Somebody got me into bodysuits today. Actually, I got myself into this one, but somebody’s blog about how much they love bodysuits just revved up my engine and made it purr. I’ve always love these quintessentially feminine items that encase the female torso. This one is a gymnastics leotard by GK Elite. Crushed velvet in a rich floral pattern with a totally delightful gentle hug all over your upper body. Wearing this makes you feel like a million. Only one small downside – they don’t have a snap crotch to allow ‘easy access’, meaning you basically have to peel them off to pee. I guess that’s because gymnasts don’t want things coming undone in the middle of routines. Depending on the type of judge, that could either reduce your points, or possibly increase them. Those judges can be very arbitrary.
If you like gorgeous, high quality bodysuits, you should really check out these gymnastic leotards. Ballet ones are great too, but more limited in colors and styles. These also go great as tops with skirts or tight pants.