screaming sunlight

the creation. the beginning, the crowning, the coronation. screaming the poems of a new age until your throat bleeds and old men and prophets cower. the start of something bold, something bright and brave and new.

conquest self-crowns at the dawn of the apocalypse — this crown of his own making: the fingers entwined, and with his bones he feels the tremble of the human fear beneath his feet. it lacks ceremony, unlike the creation of humanity: gifted, infused with such promise — with futures, with hopes, with good and evil and all the potential in-between.

that was then and this is now.

                            (the screaming under
                                                copper rusted sunlight.)

this is the start of a new age: where humanity’s place in the cosmos shifts to accommodate those eldritch beings that plunged down from heaven with their deceptively white halos. where horsemen have a role to play: tools being dusted by their angelic counterparts, then set loose.

— horsemen & archangels || Eliot C.

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He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream. Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see.
                                                                                   And Jaime screamed.

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sunshine over Motorcity

Inspired by the Stony fic tropes that are making the rounds. It mentions Steve watching Tony in the workshop, and I wondered about Tony watching Steve in a studio. This turned…uh, a little sadder than I’d originally intended. It could be pre-slash or platonic. Open to interpretation.


“Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“You seen Steve?”

Nat twisted in her chair, her expression carefully blank, and Tony suddenly knew that his hunch was right. Something had happened.

“Why are you asking?”

“I haven’t seen him in a few days. Normally I’m the one who has to be dragged out kicking and screaming into the sunlight, and he’s usually doing the dragging.”

“Aw, did no one come feed you?” She was smirking, but Tony didn’t fail to notice that she immediately held out her chocolate bar to him.

“I ate. A while ago. But that’s not why I’m up here. Where’s Steve?”

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On Partnerships and Ladynoir

I almost liked “Reflekta” better than “Antibug” in terms of Ladynoir development.  In fact, I think it’s the perfect counterpoint to “The Puppeteer.”  Let me explain:

I feel like Marinette is the kind of person who tends to fill the default “leader” role in her friend group.  (Side note: but Alya is the Mom Friend.)  See “Dark Blade” when she runs against Chloé for class president because no one else will, even this week when she stands up for Juleka.  She’s more likely to embody “if something can’t be done right, then do it yourself” attitude.  She knows she can always count on herself, knows if for whatever reason there’s slack, she’s the one who can and will pick it up.  She has no lack of confidence in her own abilities.

I don’t think it’s conscious on her part that she also applies this to her relationship with Chat Noir.

(I also see the best progression of episodes, as far as the last couple weeks, going “The Puppeteer” –> “Reflekta” –> “Antibug” (sprinkle “The Gamer” and “Kung Food” and “Animan” in there however you please) in terms of Marinette’s development.

“The Puppeteer” proves to Marinette that she can survive a fight without Chat.  “Reflekta” proves that she DOES need him, and we get a couple great conversations between Chat and Ladybug to this effect.  “Antibug” is an affirmation of what was shown this week: Ladybug and Chat Noir are a team.)

So you’ve got Marinette, who is prone to resort to relying on herself when she sees weak links in the chain, telling Chat that she can handle this akuma on her own, because she sees that he’s lost his powers and she thinks that means he’s out of commission today (not necessarily that she can always beat the akuma without him, but that she thinks she must do it alone today, and she’s already proven to herself that she can).  But THEN! You’ve got Chat reminding her that he just saved her butt without his powers just fine, thank you very much.  That he doesn’t need his powers to be her partner, that he’s got good ideas, too.

So this was really, really important to me.  This is so good for Marinette, to get this reminder that she doesn’t always have to rely on herself, that Chat will always stand with her even if he’s not at peak performance, that he’s just as competent and effective a partner when he’s not at peak performance.  This is what healthy relationships are all about.

People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.But sometimes it’s 9am on a tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up and the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.

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But have you considered surprise Adrienette babies?

It’s literally both their lucks coming into play.  Adrien’s because they weren’t, you know, trying to have a baby.  But it’s also Marinette’s because they’re ready for the baby when it comes.

(ALSO: Grandparents Tom and Sabine getting SO INVESTED.  And Grandpa Gabriel also getting SO INVESTED.  Alya and Nino getting SO INVESTED.  Marinette and Adrien have so much love coming at them from all angles it’s overwhelming.)

The Yellow Flowers II Daniel x Evan

Sunlight came screaming in thought the dusty dirty glass of the attic windows. Daniel opened his eyes to see his younger brother Evan lieing beside him still half asleep. He gently kissed his forehead, and then lied back down.

He looked so beautiful when he slept. Off in some dreamland. Far away from the hell they were living. Deep down inside Daniel still clung to the hope that one day, their mother would come for them.

Then they could be rich, and live a happy life someplace far away from this attic….