on my way to go write the most tragic fic about grief and love and forgiveness and like what do you do when your husband loves you but he loves his best friend like he’s air and he dies before you can hate him or scream or love him anyway??? and like what do you do when the love of your life dies before you can ever kiss him but his wife is alive and she’s alone and you know you have to help her because he would want you too so you stay even as it fucking kills you??? and like you’re stuck with the only other person who loved this man, who is grieving him, and you can’t help but hate them and at the same time need them at your side bc who else would understand this pain?? and also two hot people co-parent an adorable child and slowly fall in love in a simple, not a world ending, way.
You know what? Fuck it. I'm celebrating that finale.
Never have I seen a character in fiction as doomed by the narrative as Aaliyah Amrohi AND SHE SURVIVED. Not even a scratch on her. GOAT behavior. Real MVP.
Welp might lose the right to marry a woman because marriage is between a man and woman and apparently a Christian creation, just like America is a Christian nation (a complete and utter lie) fucking lovely
Okay but like hear me out -
headcannon - Tyler totally kisses Kate’s scar.
Okay, so this is a few years down the line, they’re an established couple and marriage is this distant but not far thing, the important thing is they’re happy and content and okay and that’s a rare thing for people like them. Over the years everyone’s slowly healed, Kate got therapy, Javi got therapy, they actually talked and slowly dealt with everything. So, she eventually starts wearing shorts more and more often. The scar is still this big reminder of everything that happened, but she’s slowly learning to accept it. Then, Tyler starts doing this thing where when the two of them are together, (Kate’s watching the news or reading and his head is in her lap, just cuddling her because that man’s love language is gifts and touch) he presses a kiss to her scar. At first she doesn’t even notice because it’s a quick barely there thing, like it’s a subconscious movement almost.
And then Kate notices, and she notices it happens so damn often. Like Tyler’s barely aware and at the same time it’s almost worshiping, like it’s second hand nature to love the thing that for years she hated with a passion. And he just keeps don’t it, and brushing his fingers against the scar, and staring at it with this barely concealed awe and she doesn’t get it.
So Kate finally snaps and asks him why? And she’s really asking, why do you love the worst part of me, because the scar to her represents her failure and how it lead to her friend’s deaths. Tyler just stares at her, because to him it is so simple and easy he stopped questioning it years ago, because it means you survived. And he’s really saying, because it means you’re here and alive and I got to love you, I got to be loved by you.
And he’s really saying, your survival is beautiful and I love you for it.
(Somebody steal my computer and phone, I have so many thoughts about these idiots.)
Literally anyone and everyone - “You know, you’re not an actually an asshole, somehow???”
Tyler - “Why does everybody think I’m an asshole?? I’m literally just standing here, driving into a tornado and having a good time.”
the authors note of all time
"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.
An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!
"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!
something something love is what matters, something something the world may be ending and we may be dying but love is still what matters, something something the world is so incredibly cruel and we owe it to each other to not be, to be kind and love eachother
it's always better to have loved.
philip pullman, the amber spyglass / guillermo del toro's pinocchio (2022) / fleabag (2016-2019) / andrew garfield / art by @catadromously / anne carson, euripides / markus zusak, the book thief / shannon barry / little women (2019) / the good place (2016-2020) / fyodor dostoevsky, crime and punishment / his dark materials (2019-2022) / @starpeace
me when - “I exist to love you”
me when - “I’m not lost anymore, I found the light.”
me when - “I believed in the gods after three decades of non-faith, so that when death comes for me, and it will, I will remain. I will be there, in the next ending, and I will wait for you.”
me when - “You made me hope, did you know that? Did you know you gave me my hope back?”
me when I create two oc’s who are helplessly in love with each other knowing I’m gonna traumatize the shit out of them
Sapphic_terror on ao3 queer and nonbinary (any pronouns)Yall I may be losing it a little but at least I’m writing a lot of fan fiction (that’s a slight lie but I’m trying I swear)
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