Still trying to come to terms with the fact I’ll never be a librarian who can speak a dead language and be recruited by a ruggish but handsome explorer for a quest to lift the curse and save the world
He really loves me. I can feel it. It’s not some storybook pure love. There’s fear, and lust… doubt about himself, that he doesn’t deserve it. An instinct to run; that getting hurt now is better than later. Sometimes I annoy the hell out of him. Sometimes he thinks he’d be better off with someone else. Or no one. All the things I feel sometimes too, and would never say. But that’s all temporary. Fleeting. What stays, what’s always there… is love. (BtVS —
10x14).
ok listen but when my dude dane whitman wanted to do some superhero parkour-style jumping to run away from deviants and barely lifted his leg just to go “ok stairs then”…….. that was some big-ass mood
@socdaily event 2021 | day one | the crows + colors
“a gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost grisha, a suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the Barrel who had become something worse.” (soc, chapter 28, inej)
