someone: so what should we expect in-
jeremy: i dont want to spoil anything but klANCE IS CANON LANCE IS IN LOVE WITH KEITH AND KEITH IS IN LOVE WITH LANCE THEY’RE GETTING MARRIED AND THEY’RE GONNA ADOPT CHILDREN BECAUSE THEY DESERVE HAPPINESS AND TO BE TOGETHER
jeremy: sorry, what was the question again?
Ty was silent, and in that silence, Kit thought of Ty’s headphones, the music in his ears, the whispered words, the way he touched things with such total concentration: smooth stones, rough glass, silk and leather and textured linen. There were people in the world, he knew, who thought human beings like Ty did those things for no reason—because they were inexplicable. Broken.
Kit felt a wash of rage go through him. How could they not understand everything Ty did had a reason? If an ambulance siren blared in your ears, you covered them. If something hit you, you doubled up to protect yourself from hurt.
But not everyone felt and heard exactly the same way. Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt.
He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master—a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.
“I don’t want to tell you not to go to the Scholomance if it’s what you want,” said Kit. “But I would just say that it isn’t always about people trying to protect you, or knowing what’s best for you, or thinking they do. Sometimes they just know they’d miss you.”
“Livvy would miss me—”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
It was a bit like stepping off a cliff, far scarier than any con Kit had ever run for his dad, any Downworlder or demon he’d ever met. Ty looked up in surprise, forgetting the glass in his hands.
He was blushing. It was very visible against his pale skin. “You would?”
“Yeah,” said Kit, “but like I said, I don’t want to stop you from going if you want to—”
“I don’t,” Ty said. “I changed my mind.” He set the glass down. “Not because of you. Because the Scholomance appears to be full of assholes.”
Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he’d miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room.
so, let me know if there’s any heterosexual explanation for this por favor
I feel like there must have been a time, somewhere in the past decade, that Sam and Dean ended up doing rock paper scissors and then when they were about to throw, Dean whipped out the finger guns while Sam threw rock and then just smirked and said, “Colt—dusts anything,” all proud of himself.
And then somehow the game evolved and eventually they ended up playing Rock-Paper-Scissors-Colt-Lucifer-Sam Fucking Winchester or something. And obviously Lucifer trumps the Colt and but Sam Fucking Winchester overpowers Lucifer, so. And then eventually it’d just get way out of hand and they’d have to go back to the good old-fashioned way, but that wouldn’t keep either of them from throwing some random-ass thing every once in a while, just for kicks.
Damen: Is it interesting? Laurent: Yeah! See here? Charls is still clueless about the whole situation! Auguste: Good! cuz I saw this book first but Damianos wasn’t sure you’d like it. Laurent: I like it. Damen: *hides face in Laurent’s neck* that’s good then~ Auguste: GET OFF!!! LAURENT CAN’T READ LIKE THIS. Laurent: It’s fine. He warms my neck. ( ‘ v ‘ )
AU where Auguste lives and Damen got permission from the king to court Laurent.
Damen and Auguste would always spend too much time choosing a good book as a present for Laurent when they are returning to the palace after leaving for a while for duty.
“I remember looking at Miss Hawkeye’s earrings and I thought they looked kind of nice.” “Well, that seems like a rather simple reason.” “What’s the point in overthinking things?”
“Back when I was in Resembool, I met a little girl who had long hair and I thought it might be nice to grow it out.” “That’s it? Seems like a pretty simple reason.” “Is it? Yeah, maybe it is. But most of my reasons are. When it comes down to it, the life of a sharpshooter is pretty simple. We pull the trigger and an enemy falls.”