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Sparrow and Reaver represent Duality in the sense that Sparrow’s Drive in life is to Avenge the life they’d lost when their sister was killed, while Reaver’s Drive is to live a life that’s somehow WORTH everything he’d sacrificed to gain his immortality.
They both have an almost singleminded purpose, but his is in the pursuit of pleasure while theirs is the crushing weight of duty. It’s all either of them know.
I think that’s why Spreaver is such a fascinating ship; Reaver represents Sparrow finally allowing themselves some kind of enjoyment regardless of anyone’s expectations—meanwhile Sparrow grounds Reaver, forces him to see the worth in participating in the world rather than just running away all the time.
Unfortunately for The World™️, Reaver has lived too long to grasp the humanity of others. I wonder who he’d be if Sparrow were still alive.
doing it different this time!
this will not have any bad repercussions at all!!
so firstly, I think knowing this is the final season is making it all hurt, we haven't even done anything yet and I am sad
second, are they gonna leave through the sewers????
is Sam's shoulder fine? cause it seems fine
Jack has a demon now, okay
Belphegor is so silly
so it's demons and ghosts?
oh and Sam gets to deal with the clown ghost
so the shoulder is not fine
please tell me we don't have to deal with Michael again
except Sam is the only one who ends up free
hi, Ketch
AMARA???
KEVIN!!!!!
I have a really bad feeling about this episode
oh and she killed Ketch :/
how can we be sure this is the horn thing? or that Bel is good, I guess
Cas, get out of there
oh, Cas :((((
Rowena, no.
at what cost, though, Dean? at what fucking cost
Dean. don't.
Cas, you don't have to leave. Sam still needs you
what is this?
evil Sam????
oh, it's just a dream
BECKY?
Chuck, you are fucking evil
are all of these nightmares because of the bullet wound? *
LILITH????
* or are they from Lilith???
EILEEN!!!!! HI EILEEN!!
Sam, you are so fucking cool
omg the spell worked!!!!! she's back back!
"I thought you were..." "dead? yeah, I got better." Eileen, I fucking love you
mans went FLYING
he's dying????
never trust a guy named Sergei, have we not already learned this?
do not touch them.
HI ROWENA
ADAM?? and of course Michael smh
Chuck's controlling Eileen??
I see Cas is the one with the brain cell today
Eve's out, too????
when Sam went forward in time and Dean yelled that they lost everyone they ever cared about, but he immediately brought up Cas
wait a damn minute, they're giving the Mark to Cas?????
nope, we're good, okay
does Jack come back?
omg a run of serious bad luck?
ep10 is so absolutely goofy 🤭
they're Normal now lmao
yk with the size of this post, I'm gonna split it here :) so hurray!! we've made it half way through!! I am not scared for the next ten episodes at all!!!!!! /sarc I feel like they're bringing everybody back for this season? like the people you wouldn't expect. which I both appreciate and hate. stop making it more emotional than it needs to be, yk? /lh also I am so glad they made Rowena Queen of Hell, fucking love her, she deserves it. and does Eileen end up being Sam's endgame? (/rhetorical) cause I sure would love that
IM SO DONE WITH YHIS OKAY
DONE
this was so sad I don't recommend it at all because all I did was crying and when I was happy I got that RIPPED OUT OF ME (ofc I recommend im being dramatic who knows/
but yeah. it hurts. it hurts so good and taehyung is definitely,,,,,,,,ugh yeah I'd say "not him" but this is so a boy attitude that maybe, maybe this reminded me so much the hyyh era tae because he truly acts like an adolescent here. yeah. I pictured this. it hurts. not comfort, not a happy ending and oh god the angst is so good!!!!!!!! TYSM for writing the tears out of me, i loved that masochist stuff and all
ps: I'd totally make the blind one and forgive him so i do NOT relate to yns behavior here yet I'd do it with like 17 and not 21 as I am right now so I'm sorry for not being mature around a beautiful man
right amount of wrongs | kth (m)
Summary: “Your heartbeat stopped. Then accelerated. Pain shot through the organ like an arrow. And then everything repeated.”
How many times does he have to do you wrong until you make the right decision?
pairing: Taehyung x female reader (+ slight Hoseok x female reader)
rating: 18+
genre: high school!au (everyone’s of age tho! senior year <3), best friends to lovers; angst, fluff, smut
warnings: taehyung is… questionable in this :] mention of disney movies (you decide which ones lol), unrequited love, heartbreak, jealousy, manipulation, crying, rejection, toxic friendship later on, oc throws up (no detailed description), (hints of a) panic attack; explicit sexual content: loss of virginity (oc), soft dom!tae, sub!reader soft manhandling, he’s really gentle with her but ughhh he’s such an ass too, big dick!tae, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering, oral (f. receiving), marking, praising, breast play, clit pinching (??), yeah that should be all
word count: 15.9k
a/n: i actually decided to write this randomly to let out some frustration since it’s a pretty personal fic :’) i hope you guys enjoy reading it! <3
credits: my lovely betas @hantaev & @chateautae thank you so so much for helping me with this !! <3 @missgeniality thank you for lending me your beautiful name hehe :D and last but not least, thank you to @kimtaehyunq who made this AMAZING AND FLAWLESS banner, gave me a really helpful suggestion for this fic and read through it before i posted it, tyyy !! <3
➳ listen to: 17 by Pink Sweat$ | Never not by Lauv | Give me love & Kiss me by Ed Sheeran | I’m not the only one by Sam Smith
MASTERLIST | WIPs
Kim Taehyung.
High school student, approaching the end of senior year at the tender age of nineteen.
Horrible at math. Adored dancing more than anything. Insecure at times but loved to rap in his free time to entertain his closest friends. Always studied just a bit, putting minimal efforts into all subjects despite having failed a class once already. Now, he still hadn’t changed but passed anyway.
Kim Taehyung. Relied on you too much, cherished and admired you endlessly - he’d more or less been your best friend for years and years, both of you being the type of close pals who people thought might cross the line one day, at some point for sure.
Continuar lendo
Sirius's and James's first meeting (aka the start of a tragedy)
He's sitting in front of you with a grin way too wide for his face, his mouth dirty with chocolate, eyes brimming with childlike wonder and you know: You are going to love this boy with all your heart.
And you do. You love him through endless heartbreaks, through war times, through fire and prison, in life and in death.
You love him even as you stand above his lifeless body, even as you lie in an endless darkness slowly forgetting his voice, even as you stare into a face that both is and isn't his; because loving him is all you are, all you have, the only form of love you've ever known.
The sun is slowly disappearing from view, the sky a soft orange surrounded by blue.
He regrets leaving.
He regrets leaving, and this is why he’s coming back to Vesuvia, tail between his legs and flowers in his hands.
You see, this is the first time he saw this kind of flowers and their uniqueness made him think of you.
He hides his face in them, blushing.
The pumpkin bread is still hot in his bag, he knows how much you like it when it’s still warm.
Oh, how much he misses you and how he hates fighting with you.
Especially when you are right, and you are.
He admires your courage, your will to be there for the less fortunate, he adores your strength, he-
Asra cannot bear the thought of something happening to you.
He cannot bear it, but he can’t stop you either, so he ran.
You screamed at him that it is what he does best, and how could he blame you?
That’s what he always did, every time his feelings were going to spill out of him, his heart too small to contain them, he ran away.
Faust snuzzle his cheek, and he lightly scratches her chin.
She misses you, too.
He wanted to tell you, he did, but he could never find the right moment; he used to fantasize, to imagine the two of you on an endless stream of adventure, but then-
What if you didn’t want him?
What if you cared for him as a friend, when he-
When he loves you so much.
But this, this was going to end now.
Asra squares his shoulders, moves his hair out of his eyes; he will tell you, he will tell you that he loves you, tell you that he will be there for you even if you don't love him back, his heart is big enough for the both of you and if he has to look as you find your happiness elsewhere, with somebody else, he will.
He grips the flowers when the shop enters his vision, but suddenly-
His stomach drops as he walks faster, twist the knob to enter and you aren’t there.
He breathes, calms himself.
Surely you are at the palace, helping Julian find a cure, ever so selfless.
So he keeps on walking, ignores the way his skin is covered in goosebumps, the way his throat is dry, no matter how many times he tries to swallow.
Of course, everyone at the palace knows who he is, so he enters quickly, his breathing labored.
He sees a dark figure with red hair bent over a desk and his knuckles hurt, the flowers bending.
“Julian, long time no see.” He says, wills his face to smile.
“I was searching for-”
“Don’t.” Julian answers, covering his face in his hands.
“Don’t?” he repeats, his heart running in his chest, eyes wide; he doesn't recognize the uncontrolled edge in his own voice.
“I am sorry, you know that I am sorry! I’d do anything Asra, anything!”
The flowers hit the ground the moment Asra’s hands grip Julian’s clothes, their faces inches apart.
“What are you saying?” he demands, he pleas, and Julian tries to hide his face again.
“The boat went to the Lazaret a week ago. It’s too late.”
No.
No,no,no,no,no,no-
Julian’s body hits the ground while Asra runs, runs down the stairs, runs and keeps running even as his knees hit the ground, time and time again.
This isn't happening, you aren't gone because he would have known, he would have felt it deep inside his chest and his bones and his lungs, he just needs to find you and you will be there, waiting for him with that smile that makes him want to live and stay and be back for dinner because you are his home, his family, the only thing that makes sense to him.
He runs to the first boat he sees and begs the driver to take him to the Lazaret, begs him and gives him everything that he has, empties his pockets of all his little trinkets, begs until his voice is hoarse.
The boast goes on slowly and Asra grips the wood with all his might and the moment he knows that the water is shallow enough he jumps and he can sense you, you are here, in this gloomy place, you hate places like this, you hate them and you shouldn’t be here and once when he finds he’ll take you away, he’ll bring you home and he will never go away again, to without you, he will promise you this, he will kiss and cry and promise and he will-
Asra takes a step back, and then another, his head shaking violently because how can he feel like you are right in front of him when you aren’t there-
He drops to his knees.
His fingers hit the sand before he can think about it, he digs and digs and digs and his eyes are so full of tears that he can barely see, the sand moves with shades of red until he finds something, something white and curved and the sand is darker and its almost grey and the smell of burned flesh fills his lungs and the taste of acid covers his tongue as he folds, his face in the ashes of what he loves the most.
He didn't even notice how he kept screaming your name, now barely a whisper.
Asra looks at his hands, at the blood and the ash and the bones-
This will not end here.
His hands close around the ashes, around the sand, trying to hold you to his chest.
This isn’t the end; his eyes are wide open.
He will bring you back.