Words To Describe Facial Expressions

sewis and a few of my favorite moments of their shared career

1. “don’t let off, i need you fighting with me next year.” “i promise.” 2. “what was the turning point in your relationship with lewis? “maybe baku 2017.” 3. “he drove a nice race, put me under a lot of pressure and i really enjoyed that. we share great respect amongst each other.” 4. “we’re witnessing you making history.” 5. “lewis is the greatest of our era.” 

The characters in attack on Titan are pretty diverse, you have:

Angry

Sword

Brain

Horse

Half

Potato

Bald

Strong

Tall

Nose

Gay

Cute

Small

Glasses

Eyebrows

Then you have like:

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Let’s not forget:

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

And of course:

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

They’re all dead

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“My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself...”

Okay. Entertain me for a second.

James Farrow is a man who believes he deserves to rot forever for what he’s done. He thinks all he’s allowed to do with his life is suffer because of how many lives he’s ruined throughout his last year at Dellecher. 

So, when he (in theory) fakes his death and inevitably chooses a new name to go by, what would be the most painful?

Oliver? Sure. A few fanfics have entertained that thought and I do love that concept of he can never escape what he did to Oliver.

However, picture this:

James Farrow, going about his normal day in a whole other city, state, or even country, leaving his best friends to all believe he’s dead. He’s left his home for the first time in weeks because maybe he needs to get groceries, there’s a play showing nearby, whatever reason it may be, when all of a sudden he hears someone call his name…

“Richard!”

No matter what he decides to do in the four years he’s “dead”, Richard is always there. He hears his name every day, unable to escape, unable to forget. Being stuck in a constant cycle of grief, guilt, and agony. Giving Richard exactly what he wants: seeing James in pain.

Tell me he wouldn’t do it. Tell me he wouldn’t go by Richard’s name just to punish himself even more 6-10 years after the murder. Tell me he wouldn’t think of Richard Stirling every single time he hears that name, feeling Richard’s presence, hearing his taunting on that day.

Tell me he wouldn’t choose the one name that would undoubtedly torment him for as long as he owns it.

take my hand (take my whole life too)

pairing: ivan/fedyor word count: 500+ a/n: prompt taken from this prompt list, feel free to send me one! the prompt was: “If you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m going to very calmly feed you your own intestines.” and for some reason my brain immediately went WEDDING NERVES. i hope you enjoy!!

“You’re fine,” Zoya says, watching as Ivan paces the length of the small dressing room they’re currently holed up in.

Ivan glares at her, and resolutely continues pacing. “You don’t know that. What if I stumble? What if someone accidentally sets the cake on fire? What if he says no?”

Zoya rolls her eyes, and inspects her freshly manicured nails. “He’s not going to say no, he’s the one who proposed to you in the first place, you idiot.” Ivan opens his mouth to protest, but Zoya holds up one of her fingers. “And no, I’m pretty sure he has not changed his mind in the meantime. Just calm down, please.”

Ivan glares at her more intensely. “If you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m going to very calmly feed you your own intestines.”

“Fun,” Zoya deadpans, and hops off the dresser she had been sitting on. “But I’m serious Ivan. He loves the ever loving shit out of you, for some reason I will never be able to grasp. He’s not going to say no, you’re not going to stumble, and I’ll personally make sure no one is setting the cake on fire.”

“Who’s setting the cake on fire?” A voice from the doorway asks. Ivan knows who it is before he even turns around, smiling as he comes face to face with his soon to be husband.

“I thought it was bad luck to see the groom before the ceremony?” he asks, though he can’t help but smile softly in Fedyor’s directions.

Fedyor shrugs, a little bashful. “I could hear your heartbeat spiking. I was worried.”

“Ivan’s just being a bit of an idiot,” Zoya says. And then, sensing the need for privacy, she adds, “anyway, I have been tasked with making sure no one sets the damned cake on fire, so let me just… Deal with that or whatever.” And flounces out of the room.

“Is that why your heartbeat was all over the place? The cake? Because I just walked past it and it looks amazing,” Fedyor says, stepping closer to his fiancé.

Ivan shakes it head. “No, I was just. Worried, I guess. Scared something was going to go wrong today.”

Fedyor smiles softly. “Honestly, Ivan, even if everything went wrong, and Volcra attacked this place right now, I wouldn’t even care. All I care about is you, and the fact that you are about to be my husband. The rest is all background noise.”

Ivan reaches forward and lightly touches Fedyor’s cheek. He can hear Fedyor’s heart beating steadily in his chest, and he doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful sound. “You always know exactly the right thing to say.”

Fedyor shrugs, “I try.” He leans forward then, softly touching his lips to Ivan. It’s barely a kiss, but it’s a clear promise for more, later. “Now, are you ready to knock everyone off their socks with how ridiculously good looking you are?”

Ivan laughs. “I think that’s your job, actually.”

Fedyor grins at him, slips his hand into Ivan’s, and gently drags him towards the door. Towards their waiting guests, towards food and drinks and laughter, towards their future.

–

(No one ends up setting the cake on fire. One of the Inferni does end up drunkenly setting one of the flower arrangements on fire towards the end of the night, but at that point Ivan is too drunk on champagne and happiness and Fedyor to really care about it much.)

Real Leaked Wandavision Finale Postcredit Scene Script :

EXT. MANSION COURTYARD. NIGHT.

Peter is yeeted through the nexus/multiverse portal back into XAVIER’S SCHOOL.

The front door swings open to reveal... MAGNETO AND PROFESSOR X

They are wearing bathrobes and hands on hips.

Peter: Oh my god, you guys-

Charles: WhErE hAVe YoU beEN?! You’ve had me and your father worried sick, you know curfew is at 11pm sharp.

Pan to Erik. It is clear he has been crying.

Erik: Peter I am terribly disappointed. You will be grounded for a month. There are rules for a reason.

Charles and Erik enter the mansion. Peter looks into camera like he is on The Office.

CUT TO CREDITS. FIN

the facts that there's still not a reunion fic on isildur and elendil is making me mad af

“’…In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.’ For a moment, I forgot which line of mine followed. We stared at each other, and the crowd faded around us into indistinct shadow and set dressing. With a jolt I remembered my words, but not quite the right ones. ‘Be ruled by me,’ I said, a few lines too soon. 'Forget to think of her.’”

— If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (ACT III, Scene 18)

rip the umbrella