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OK BUT VICTOR’S OPEN SHIRT??! HAVING THEM CHEEK TO CHEEK, YUURI’S HAND ON VICTOR’S WAIST, and both bouquet of flowers, Victor’s holding, probably given by each other as a surprise, while Yuuri’s holding an angry plushie of their son… 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥


I can’t believe you were expelled because you laughed too hard at a gay joke.

probably how Keith got expelled lmao

bonus klance:

It was the only time he laughed at the Garrison’s too.
How do you know that?


@khadijashari  (@hkassel)

When you notice shattering gems is not exactly killing them…

Is more like breaking them apart so theres little pieces of their mind spread around and they can still regenerate portions of their bodies to look for the others and be whole again…

Why no one is talking about that?


@iambriannamichelle  (@hkassel)


“Could I trouble you for some clothes?”  
“Clothes? Have you none here?”  

“Only the habit, and I don’t feel able to wear that now.”

“I don’t even know your name.”  “Shelagh.

S2 // S6

“Could you contact the Mother House, and ask them to send me my postulant’s dress?” 
“Your postulant’s dress?”
“I left Nonnatus House in it before, and I want to leave in it again.”

“I’d just like to be called by my name, which is Cynthia.”

Heidi continues to blow me away with the parallels.  And what a parallel this was to Sister Bernadette’s journey toward finding herself. 

Both sisters are taken to their respective places for healing and feel a pull to revert to a version of herself, before the religious life, reclaiming her birth name.  Neither knows what lies ahead, but both know they must retreat backward before going forward.

For Sister Bernadette, the future is clouded with fear and uncertainty, reflected in the drizzly weather.  Sadness and unspoken heartache hang heavy as Dr. Turner drops her off at the Sanatorium and she walks away, weighed down by a burden she is carrying alone.  And yet, despite the fog that obscures the road she is walking on months later, there is a feeling of certainty that comes through the mist.  The weight has lifted and she couldn’t be more certain - she has found hope and herself.

For Sister Mary Cynthia, there is a dawn after darkness.  While the future is still uncertain, the sun shines bright on the road ahead, fields green and lush on the drive to Northfield.  This time, Dr. Turner springs up the steps to the hospital, seemingly bursting with joy at helping someone find healing as he did.  Sister Mary Cynthia does not know what path her journey will take, but she is filled with hope that she won’t have to bear this cross on her own - that she may finally be freed from the weight of despair with the help of others.