objectively the best scene in the dream thieves is when gansey wears jeans and a t-shirt because they’re literally on their way to bury a body but ronan and blue just can’t stop losing their shit over how good he looks when he doesn’t dress like an asshole
concept: living in an apartment in a foreign city. the smell of the bakery down the street comes in through the open window and sunlight warms your back while you lay in bed with a cup of tea on the nightstand and your pet sleeping at your feet. in the next room is all the books you could ever read, but a few of your favorites are still scattered around your bedroom because you’re in the middle of reading them all again. music plays faintly. you are relaxed, happy, and the only thing you have to worry about is what you want to make for breakfast.
Keep your feet in your shoes and away from your mouth at every possible time, because you never know when an innocent remark might hurt someone deeply (all the more if it’s the love of your life and they’ll start hating you for it).
Low self-esteem and anxiety are fucking liars, you might feel like the most mediocre person alive while people are falling for you right and left/admiring you/pining for you for 5 years (GOD).
If you have a choice of:
a) talking to a person and figure out why they act the way they do,
b) having a round of amazing sex with them, no questions asked,
ask yourself, what would umfb!Viktor Nikiforov do? Then do the opposite. DON’T pick b. You’ll play yourself. It will hurt.
Don’t wait for a perfect moment to confess or do something important, because Shit Happens™.
Don’t go intentionally looking for material you know will trigger self-destructive behaviour or a panic attack. You deserve better.
Drink champagne. Lots. It makes miracles happen, which you probably won’t remember, but they’ll be documented.
Work on your grudges, unless you want to end up hate fucking and falling for the person you hate. Ha, like they deserve such satisfaction.
Your BFF will probably facepalm a lot on your questionable life choices, but will only call you out on them if you’re suffering and destroying yourself. If it makes you happy, they’ll do anything to help you while rolling their eyes in fond exasperation.
Sometimes, you need to get yelled at by a fifteen-year-old to finally Get It. They’re stuffed full of anger, confusion and growing pains, but they mean well.
And the last thing I learned reading this amazing work… @kazliin is an incredible superhuman being able to juggle med school and writing a 2nd part to her almost 200k fanfiction and she deserves all the coffee, to pass all the exams and eternal love, whatever kind, worth of post-Suffering™!Viktuuri.
Y’all like the moment at the end of the ep ended my life but can we talk about that scene with Jaha for a sec -
“You center her”
“You got it backward”
Yall, this is Bellamy ADMITTING ALOUD that he sees Clarke as his center. He doesn’t look surprised or taken aback at Jaha’s words that they could be that to each other; sure, he doesn’t think he does for her what she does for him, but this is truly a huge moment for Bellamy to canonically admit that Clarke is his rock, his person, his eye in the storm. He loves her so much y’all, that’s what that scene is telling us.
And the doubly beautiful thing is, that scene at the end? When Clarke writes Bellamy’s name as he sleeps just feet away? It’s telling us she loves him too, he centers her too, even if he hasn’t come to quite believe it yet. Even if he can’t see it yet. They center EACH OTHER; they balance each other in every way possible- always equal, and always together.
HAMILTON → I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory, when’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought I’d live past twenty, where I come from some get half as many. Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask. We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty. Scratch that, this is not a moment, it’s the movement. Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand. We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land. And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?I know the action in the street is excitin’ but Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’. We need to handle our financial situation. Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation? I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation. Every action’s an act of creation! I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow. For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!