Fracturals - ❝ CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ❞

Which part of "keep them away from each other" confused you?

oh, to be his big spoon 😩

young kovu and kiara 🥺

this clip felt soooooo lip gallagher coded

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It's witchcraft, not Google maps.

Rowena Macleod in Mamma Mia (12x02): Best of SPN Ladies [438/?]

When Hannah had grabbed the jacket and left in a blur of pink, Ellie could only blink. It took a moment for her mind to catch up, sharing a confused look with a stunned Maria before the teen ran out after Hannah. Jesus, she was fast - Ellie had to take a minute to catch her breath once Hannah finally stopped running.

" Holy shit, " was all Ellie could muster at first, listening to Hannah's story. She'd seen a lot in her life, in the QZ and on her journey will Joel, but falling off a cliff? That was insane! If the brunette hadn't seen people survive intense scenarios before, she'd have found it hard to believe that Hannah could go through that and still be standing here.

" So... Beth, she saved you? From the cliff? " Ellie tread carefully, not wanting to upset Hannah further. But she wasn't an idiot, she understood the implications. Hannah was here now, Beth wasn't. The jacket was special because it belonged to Hannah's sister. " That's why the jacket means so much. "

The teen's hand dipped into her pocket, fingers smoothing over the handle of her pocket knife. The one that had been with her since birth - all she had of her mother. " I get how that feels – having something that belonged to someone special. That losing it would... "

She sighs. Hand rubs her neck, antsy. " I don't think Maria meant to upset you. But don't worry, I've had my moments with her too. I'm sure if you explain to her, she won't touch the jacket again without permission or whatever - but washing it would probably be a good idea, right? "

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The way she reacted when Maria had picked up her jacket, with the simple intention of getting it cleaned, one would have thought they were about to throw a baby into the dirty laundry. Hannah had ran out after - still, still that damn habit of running out - holding the jacket, the pink jacket, Beth's jacket, too embarrassed to explain why she had freaked out. But when Ellie had reached her, she had felt slightly better. Slightly.

"It was my sister's." It was all she had been able to say until that question.

"It was the... it was the last thing she gave me... I had a bad night..." That's one way to put it, but she doesn't have the courage to discuss the prank now. She had been so stupid. "And I ran outside, in the snow... like I did now, but without a jacket. She followed me... she gave me this jacket..." she repeats, holding it tightly. Squeezing her eyes closed, she tries to erase the image of Beth's body. "Her name was Beth... she was my twin, actually, but she was... so much prettier and awesome... and brave... and then I slipped off a cliff. And she grabbed me and wouldn't let me go..." she should have.

ROWENA MACLEOD IN EVERY EPISODE ✧ THE HUNTER GAMES

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Waking was strange. A sensation reminiscent of emerging from murky waters, his vision slowly shifting from darkness, to blurry muddled shapes. His hearing, already beaten over the years, was muffled for a moment. Made it impossible to pinpoint the distant footsteps until they were right by his ear – his good ear, like the person knew his left one worked better.

Their voice, achingly familiar, pulled Joel upwards out of the murky waters his body had been trapped within. He could still hear Ellie's distant cries, the sound of the golf club –

No. This wasn't that cold hard floor, the surface underneath him was soft and warm. He couldn't hear shouting or crying, only... Ellie. With a pained exhale, Joel forced his eyes fully open. As his vision cleared, brown hair and worried eyes came into view. The gentle squeeze to his hand was a notable contrast to the slight bite of her words, and the man's lips twitched upwards.

" Hey kiddo, " Joel's voice is tired, croaky. The movement tugs on his healing cuts and bruises, but the ache clears his mind. Let him focus on his daughter Ellie. He longs to reach out, to comfort the teen, but his limbs are all heavy and disconnected. Won't cooperate yet.

" Sorry to scare you.. just needed some rest, that's all. Are... are you alright? " It was easy to forget that he was the one in the hospital bed, concern for her consuming him.

He didn't know much, remembered hearing someone mention that he'd been unconscious for a long while – and his heart ached that he'd left Ellie alone for that long, had missed so much. Joel knew Ellie well enough to know chances were she'd done something reckless - but whether she'd tell him was a different story.

@fracturals x Joel from this Ellie

It takes all she has not to start crying when she's finally allowed to see Joel, the doctors baffled but done with all their tests; he's a beast, obviously, she knew he'd wake up. She knew. It's why she refused to go sleep at home - but of course he woke up while she was in the bathroom - and why she's still there in Jackson, she had to see him with her own eyes. Because he had to. He had to. "That was one f.ucking way to make me forgive you, Joel," her voice shakes, she can't help it. Okay, she wasn't completely sure he'd wake up, but he had to, right? Where would she be now if he hadn't? Ellie holds onto one of those little pieces of his body that isn't broken, and squeezes it gently. "You took way too long to wake up. Waaay too long, you a.sshole." He's actually going to live, so he doesn't get sweet words from her, no sir. There's no better way to let him know they are cool and that he'll be fine, if you ask her.

THE BEAR || S1E3: Brigade / S3E9: Apologies

The creature moving made Carl tense, immediately regretting his decision to kick it. Seriously, hadn't he learnt by now not to touch things that could kill him? Survival 101, Grimes. Before he can think of his next move, the beast was teetering towards him - teeth bared and pupils narrowed and it roared.

Carl flinched backwards, boots slipping on the mud beneath him and losing balance. The teen ends up on the cold, wet floor, the impact momentarily winding him. His knife had fallen, landing somewhere in the mess of foliage and wet dirt beneath him. It was difficult to focus on that when there was a... dragon? An actual DRAGON holy shit -

Unsure of what else to do, Carl throws up his hands defensively. Hopes that not having a weapon anymore would make him seem like less of a threat, less like someone who was worth killing. Especially when nobody knew he was out here.

" I'm sorry, I didn't - I wasn't going to hurt you, I swear, " the world's fall from the teen's lips before he can stop them, eye squeezing shut and hoping for some form of mercy.

The massive, shadowy beast groaned softly in response to the slight pressure against one of his rear legs. He could feel the monotonous pattering of rain against his scales, but the sensation of some wet, leathery object was a stand-out stimuli.

A striking green eye cracked open, pupil slitting as it focused on the figure beside it.

It was a....they didn't have a name for them where he came from. His flock, in the times before they disappeared, had always warned him that they were dangerous. The other creature standing over him didn't look dangerous.

But then the glint of a knife caught his eye.

The dragon's lips pulled back, exposing sharp teeth that glinted dangerously with each flash of lightning overhead. Self preservation was all the motivation he needed to shift his body around and raise himself back onto all fours.

His head was throbbing with pain from his fall and his tail felt...strange, but all that mattered now was protecting himself.

The Night Fury, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, took a wobbly step towards the boy and roared.