#Quiet Instincts

[turtleblogatlast]

It’s a good thing that the boys had cute little button eyes when they were babies, because imagine if they had big ol eyes instead, like

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt splinter #turtle tots #rise of the tmnt #I just wanted to give the babies staring moomin eyes lmao #*gives Raph and Donnie long tails BECAUSE I CAN* #they look cute with them #side note but why were Leo’s eyes white initially #I actually wondered if he instinctively shut an outer eyelid for protection since they were in a dangerous situation #either way it stood out hm #anyway I love the babies #imagine if they were often weirdly SUPER quiet #and they would just #s t a r e #turtle art tag

[quartzitess]

They're still there. They're in there. They're in they're body but yet they're so far gone. the infections like a parasite and yet two was trying to fight it, they were scared and they wanted gaty. Not just to protect her but to feel the person that they felt close and comfortable around, and to take them both to the couch, they could've went for anyone. But they went for GATY. they could've killed her but they didn't. There's something so strangely endearing about that. Truly. Even when they're voice is being used to lure gaty in a sense I feel two geniunely wanted to help, they're so far gone, the little details, not just with how they move but with how they SPEAK. they're practically the host for a parasite and yet. They're still there.

#osc #object shows #tpot #tpot 9 #tpot 9 spoilers #two tpot #tpot gaty #something about this episode makes me so unnerved. maybe it's the voice acting. maybe its the change of tone. #or maybe ITS THAT DAMN SOUNDTRACK #it sounds so eerie. it isnt even necessarily even scary. theres nothing DIRECTLY scary about it #but you wanna know something? its so simple. its almost. too. simple #its too quiet. its far too quiet #theres so much left for our brains to just fill in the blanks #its like your own living hell. it really is one of those ost’s that sends off your flight or fight instincts #theres nothing and yet theres something there. you feel it in your bones. it sends a chill down your spine and its just .. nothing. #its nothing but you. your making it up and your brain is filling in the blanks and it's. terrifying.

[minty-bubblegum]

Why am I so joyous from my little fucklings

#I like being called mama???? #That maternal instinct crazyyyyyyy fr #Hi children momma loves you 😊 #She's trying to nap with a very bad headache please be quiet!!! #Quack quack kisses and love 😊🦆🍞🫶🏻🫶🏻💞

[scarlet--wiccan]

I know I haven't been online much or posted anything really serious in the past week-- my work can be very draining and I've been selfishly taking time to myself. But I want to make something very clear, because I know what kind of people move in this fandom and (sometimes) follow this blog-- I stand unequivocally for the liberation of Palestine. I am morally and politically opposed to genocide, apartheid, and settler colonialism , as we should all be. If you are not aligned with me on this, unfollow my page and block me-- I don't want to see or be seen by you, even in fandom spaces. I will not be entertaining debate on this matter.

In listening to activists and organizers, I find myself reminded of a saying that my people use to commemorate genocide-- "dikh he na bister," which translates roughly to "look, and don't forget." If you're like me, and you've been slow to engage this week, I just want to remind you that one of the most important things we can do is bear witness and spread truth. The distortion/erasure of history is something I've learned a lot about, running this page and trying to be a Romani advocate, and right now, this is a historical event that is being distorted in our media, and will be distorted in our histories if we don't act.

#I know this is a very facile statement but I felt compelled to speak to anyone else whose instinct has been to stay quiet #because that's how I felt. #and to make my stance clear which felt important based on the traffic i get

[hinderr]

session 0 sal and penelope skiesly you are so special to me

#what do you MEAN you wake up in an unfamiliar cabin and your first instinct and the only thing on your mind is to look for your not-daughter #to the point of tunnel-vision you leap out of bed to find her #what do you MEAN you find a doll and after making sure its not cursed you give it to her #what do you MEAN you realise the woods are too quiet and start walking faster and when your NOT-daughter starts lagging behind you just pic #her up like its second nature to you what do you MEAN you take away her bowl of cereal because you're not sure if its safe to eat and when #she gets sad youre unable to comfort her so you just pat her head and pray that's enough what do you MEAN you meet a man you try to lie to #but when he calls penelope your daughter you deny it and he calls that a lie too except its not a lie (except it sorta is isn't it you-) #(-just dont want to admit it because it scares you but just because you're also lying to yourself it doesn't make it any less of a lie) wha #do you MEAN WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN #i miss her. i miss penelope so fucking bad you don't even understand #sal skiesly #penelope skiesly #hinderr posting #agoraphobia campaign

[baby--charchar]

Trying to write more about my OCs/parames/plurals/whatever you wanna call them so they don't die with me, because for some reason the thought of that is far more upsetting than my own death....

.....

...except I can't fucking write.

#parame #paras #maladapting daydreaming disorder #maladaptive daydreaming #madd #i love rhea to pieces and i see her in my head so clearly #but i dont know how to explain what i see #like vaggies huge mama bear instincts for her #or her own quiet intelligence and creativity #and that stupid misguided crush she has on lute...

[lecliss]

I know I obsessed over it on my last playthrough, but I'm once again fucking EMOTIONAL over the kid asking Vincent to avenge his parents deaths. Like just. The silence. The fact that Vincent crouches down to the kid's level to let the kid know he's listening. Getting up and walking away without a single word to the kid. The refusal to be a part of more vengeance. And denying the kid any opportunity to be aided in an attempt at it. Like Vincent is genuinely so bad at talking to people and doesn't want to talk either, but he doesn't have to say anything in that scene for the intention to be clear. The world doesn't need to keep perpetuating that cycle and Vincent's not about to be an accomplice in that for a literal child.

#for as socially inept as he is and for as much as he hates talking and doing things and just everything really. hes still good with kids #hes quiet and patient with them and crouches down like with this kid and as annoyed by her as he is hes still there for yuffie #and he looks out for shelke AND MARLENE GOES TO HIM WHEN SHES MAD AT CLOUD AND HE OFFERS A HIDING SPOT IN HIS CAPE FOR HER #and since its vincent i doubt its even intentional. hes just got soke kind of paternal instinct #i have to wonder if grimoire was the same way when vincent was a kid and vincent got it from him without realizing #i mean. his one scene does imply he had a good caring relationship with vincent anyway so i would assume he was an awesome dad #it just fuckin makes me emotional man. vincent doesnt wanna take orders but when he does stuff himself hes so caring and selfless #even if he himself doesnt think or realize it #personal

[muzzleroars]

I just realised something, Did the citizens of Heaven even know what was going on when Gabriel slaughtered the council? considering he was way more popular than them, they might have kept his light removal quiet until either he succeded in killing V1 (thus proving that he was still under their control so not a threat) or he dies in hell during the attempt (thus no longer being capable of being a threat). Or would the council have been public with it in order to tarnish his image to the populace?

The thought of being an angel just minding your own business only for Gabriel to suddenly appear waving your boss's severed head before teleporting away without any explanation is kind of funny.

SUCH a good question...honestly both options have their risks and benefits, with the council REALLY putting themselves in a precarious position regardless of gabriel's actions at the end of act ii. if they tell the citizenry, it would likely be as you said with a ton of spin in order to make gabriel seem heretical - they already label him a traitor upon his return from gluttony, and this could be the option that gives them the most control over the narrative. they do risk unrest and dissent in the public due to gabriel's popularity, but it's possible the council had enough control at this point to sway opinion in their favor and the masses would believe their words without question. or at least. maybe they would think they did.

however, i personally think it's equally likely they said nothing about the removal in order to give themselves time to move politically. i think this option ultimately runs a higher risk, since gabriel's death would necessitate explanation, but it does allow them a breathing room to construct their story. because no matter what, i think they're keenly aware that losing gabriel in any capacity has a high potential to make them seem weak or corrupt due to his reputation in heaven. whether they tell them he died, was executed, or fell (all depending on the narrative they want to tell), they lost the archangel gabriel under their rule so SOMETHING will feel off no matter the authority they've managed to build.

what's most important in determining which path they took though imo is how common this practice is - does the council regularly rip light from an angel as punishment, or is this like. highly unethical? i sort of lean toward the latter, that to remove the light from an angel may be under their jurisdiction, but it's considered taboo to actually implement as a punishment given how harsh it is and how...god-like it seems. to end an angel's life without that judgment deriving directly from god himself? it seems power mad and presumptuous especially when done to such a high-ranking angel that has never caused issue for anyone else in heaven. and if they have failed so egregiously, why not simply banish them? cast them out to wander a blighted earth or rot in hell, but to kill an angel? it feels like this could be an overstep in their authority in a sense, so i do tend to favor the idea that the citizens didn't know gabriel's situation.

WHICH YEA....MAKES THE END OF ACT II SOMETHING. but i think there was SOME idea that something strange was happening and it was at least well known that gabriel was being run ragged by the council. he obviously isn't the type to let anything show, but many noted his long absences from heaven and the virtues that accompanied him in hell would tell of how only he stood in the way of the machines - after all, the virtues aren't met before gabriel's defeat in gluttony, so it seems he managed the threat entirely on his own until v1 took him down. but now the machines have made it deeper into hell. and others must have seen gabriel's return from gluttony, battered and broken and covered in blood. and there was no triumph in him then. uneasy whispers must have run through heaven at that time...and i think they were all expecting an explanation from the council to soothe their fears when instead gabriel showed them their heads. as shocking and terrifying as it is, heaven holds still because they see gabriel as the direct opposite of what he was in that messy return from gluttony - he is radiant, he is regal and serene in how he carries himself, yet he is distinctly out of step with everyone else and he makes his own rhythm. he appears not as a crazed demon but as the messenger he always was...and they would do well to listen

#rambled a bit BUT i love the idea that gabriel doing this is a last showing in his role of messenger #he comes with divine wisdom and he delivers it succinctly #he has no words yet makes his message well known #and i think all in heaven instinctively know and see gabriel here as the messenger #and so they listen in that quiet straining to hear what he leaves unsaid #cake answers #gabriel

[nedlittle]

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2x21 "crisis" really is a perfect episode

#mash #i cannot BELIEVE the plot of this episode was really it's cold and we need to snuggle for warmth #the supply line got cut off so we need communal sleepovers for Morale Reasons #it's PERFECT! #i just know frank is that kid who's like 'can we please be quiet and go to sleep' #frank thinks they're gonna get in trouble if they're too loud #i'm going to finish s2 today and i really enjoyed it overall! #i think it's stronger than s1 (understandably) and the episodes have more rewatchability #however on the other hand there episodes like for want of a boot and as you were that feel like all set up and no payoff #similarly dear dad 3 didn't really feel committed to the epistolary format and didn't do anything interesting or meaningful with it #also bc i am a person who loves spoilers and context i know what happens to henry so every passing episode i am filled with dread #that's my DAD what do you MEAN he's gonna get shot down over the sea of japan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #also mclean stevenson is giving possibly my favourite performance. he's just Saying things by accident #not one word in his mouth has ever been there on purpose he is possessed by the spirit of your dumbest uncle #i'm still lukewarm on trapper. the vulture instinct i feel on account of him looking like buddy the elf has settled #i no longer want to tear that man to shreds out of primal rage i only wish he'd get his own plot & a more distinct personality #those are all my thoughts rn #i have to bribe myself with the Very Special Gay Episode so i can finish this cover letter #id in alt text

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #914

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Whumpee has a reputation for being vigilant. They're the first one to respond I threats. They're always catching onto things the team didn't notice. It's a running joke at this point: "can't sneak up on whumpee, they have a hidden third eye." Until one day whumpee cracks. They  have some kind of flashback or panic attack and it all becomes too much. The team realizes that whumpee doesn't have amazing intuition or battle instincts. They have survival instincts.

#vigilance #ideas #writing #prompts #angst #survival instincts #panic #ptsd #past trauma #instincts #past abuse #quiet character #worry #anxiety #emotional whump #bad reactions

[firstjadeoflan]

Pelipper mail! A nightmare. It isn’t yours.

You don’t know how long you have stood here, hung by the strings of a cocoon that crawl upon your skin like spiders. His ragged breaths fill your ear and it feels as though the skin will melt off your face.

You know he is just trying to manipulate you. To toy with your mind so you surrender to his sickly darkness. But when you squeeze your eyes shut, still do images of bloodshed and beady, soulless eyes dance across your vision. 

He latches into your mind like a parasite, makes you see what cannot possibly be seen, what is not there at all. Amidst the darkness, you see flickering magenta lights, a twisted color that drips with malice and disease. They are prisons. The Divine Beasts— you, all of you, were so foolish, so arrogant to believe that those godly giants of legend would bend to your will. 

You know this can’t be happening— it has been years, years trapped in this diseased prison of your own, but you see them fall. You see their chests speared, scorched, struck, and you scream at them to get up. You scream at them, their mangled bodies, to get up, to keep fighting those monsters (because you are too selfish and weak to do your own work, too selfish to admit that all you want is to see them live) but they don’t respond. Why should they? 

Scream and cry and scream and scream, but that has never gotten you anywhere before, has it? There’s your Champions, your friends, their once-graceful forms broken and twisted and frozen and burned and bleeding, bleeding sorrow, bleeding red all over the ancient stone.

It is always your fault. It is always too late for salvation, and you watch as a pathetic little insect would, and your nails make your palm bleed but they do not stop until you know how to stop being a mistake. 

Your palm will bleed for a hundred years. Until you know that all of the pain, the flames that engulfed the world, the destruction and the rotting of the only ones who could have ever loved something like you, has always been your fault.

no no please i tried my best to save them all please-

Zewu-jun? are you awake?

oh. so that's what it's like to get one of these nightmares

That was. unpleasant

I do hope whoever's that was is alright now.

...I hope you'll explain what just happened.

#rotomblr #pokeblogging #mdzs #ooc: “unpleasant” he says as if he didn't wake up crying #//he immediately goes to the instinctive lan reaction of “if i am still and quiet and polite everything will be fine” #tw blood #ask to tag

[tortoisesshells]

BONUS ROUND

137/200.

#i like you because you have a conscience+ you don't like what you're doing+ the money really was for my silence+ so i started to drink OKAY! #welcome to collinsport maine! primary export is sardines; but close behind is monsters and monstrousness. #anyway. i do think it's really important to burke's characterization that even at the point where he gets to full picture: that roger; #bribed sam to stay quiet and not testify that roger was driving; and that sam's conscience has been killing him for ten years; #burke's first instinct is still revenge. i just think it's neat. can't unbite that rabid dog or something. #the news from collinsport #burke devlin #sam evans #dark shadows #i like that it was a collaborative effort; creating a monster. it's neat that burke's homecoming means that burke & everyone he used to kno #& trust in collinsport look at each other and realize what happened 10 years ago. roger set him up to take the fall. bought laura; #with prestige and the collins name. bought sam with a stupendous amount of money. even the people who smelled a rat (like bill); #stayed quiet out of loyalty to the collinses. and burke's decided to make it everyone's problem; even if they had nothing to do with it.

[pisshandkerchief]

just got fall out boy jumpscared in the consignment store

#it's Centuries of course but my immediate instinct is too sing at the top of my lungs #and there's a bunch of old people in here. it's dead quiet

[mantisgodsaus]

New blog moment /pos

Hello! I am here to formally request you may or may not tell me more about this selkieverse. Is it an au where everyone is a selkie (or at least, some bugs are)? Do they just turn into aquatic like bugs instead of actual seals? If actual seals, do you have species picked out for the selkie characters yet? How does it work? Are they even selkies at all? Once more, you don't have to answer if its information you'd like to withold but as local marine biology (mostly seals and jellyfish though) nerd I must know if this may be an au that is like. Right up my alley.

Oh boy, we can answer questions! Technically, we've had this blog for a bit, we just... haven't been using it (we are afflicted with a chronic need to illustrate our worldbuilding and we just Haven't Been Drawing recently).

Not everyone is a selkie, but some bugs are - actual species varies! They're seals, or other assorted... vertebrates, mostly. "Selkie", here, is less referring specifically to seals and more referring to the general category of Bugs With Bonus Pelt. We've got actual species picked out for the selkie characters, but we do want to keep a few under wraps - of the few we can reveal, Leif is a ribbon seal, Mothiva is a leopard seal, Cenn is a yellow-bellied water snake, and Vi... well, her pelt was an ermine.

In terms of how it works - selkies are, more or less, bugs that come in two... pieces, or with two forms. It's genetic, though it can very much skip generations and occasionally appears to manifest from nowhere - generally, you have a few main strains of selkie in an area, maybe with a scattering of other species around. Seals are by far the most common around both Bugaria and The North, and the gene's most common in moths (as far as anyone knows), though it can appear in other species - and, as previously mentioned, sometimes you just get a kid who's a selkie without any previous selkie relatives.

A selkie's pelt isn't present upon hatching, but manifests later - generally either when they metamorphose, in the case of bugs like moths and butterflies, or during one of their first few instars on bugs who do That. It is, functionally, a part of them - a selkie cannot be separated from their pelt for too long, though they can wander farther from it with age and practice, and trying to keep away from it causes fun side effects (like organ failure, and feeling like you're being physically peeled out of your shell, and death).

The pelt itself is, as is typical with selkies, a pelt - seal, or snake, or ermine, or whatever else someone might be. Looks like you'd expect a seal pelt to be - although a selkie's pelt contains a few more bones. Generally, you've got a skull, spine, and ribcage, but it's not uncommon to have a few other bones - they shape the skin, more or less. As is standard, once the skin is donned, they gain the form of their pelt, but the selkie has some control over it - as well as some control over how the pelt moves.

The thing about selkie pelts is that, as they're a part of the selkie, they're functionally "alive" - an extension of the self, an extra limb. Technically, anyone can don a selkie pelt and take on the form of whatever creature they are, but it'll be... strange. Uncanny. They aren't the selkie, and this isn't their form - they're just wearing their skin. Unlike on the selkie themself, the bones aren't going to merge to them properly, they're just going to stick in there, wearing away at their shell until they eventually take it off. A pelt only retains its transformative properties while the selkie it belongs to is alive - once they bite it, it becomes just a piece of leather, though with selkie skin being the only real option as far as skins go, it's still pretty damn valuable dead.

If a selkie's pelt is destroyed, the selkie dies. Likewise, if a selkie dies, the pelt becomes inert. It's a bit like holding a vital organ in your hand - and if the selkie and the pelt are taken too far apart, the connection is severed and the selkie will die even if no damage is dealt to either them or their pelt.

As is standard for selkie mythology, having a selkie's pelt gives you some measure of control over them. Specific degree of control varies, largely based on the selkie - though all selkies can be commanded while you're actively holding their pelt, if they'll keep following that command once you've put it down is a whole 'nother ball park. If you had Leif's pelt in hand and told him to do something, he'd keep doing it even if you put that pelt down later, but if you tried the same with Vi (again, while she had it) she'd stop the second you put it down. With Mothiva, just possessing the pelt is enough - you don't need direct contact, you just need to have it. The effect's at least partially psychosomatic - while it's a direct compulsion with direct contact, anything past that is largely based on if the selkie thinks you should be able to tell them what to do.

The selkie form itself is fairly standard as creatures of its species go, albeit downsized for bug scale. They're around the size they'd normally be relative to a human, relative to an average bug (using an ant as your Standard Human works, here). A selkie is, functionally, both their bug species and their pelt species - behaviors in one form will affect the other, and vice versa. Generally, this'll manifest most noticeably in either tics or diet - a craving for raw fish, an odd sense of territorialism, an impulse to drag dead things to your dumb, bad-at-hunting teammate. It does, however, vary - and a good chunk of selkies do try to keep the fact that they're selkies hidden, especially if they might have reason to fear a stolen pelt.

...this is a whole lot of rambling on Selkie Magic Mechanics and not a whole lot of marine biology, uhh. Hope this helps sketch out the general mechanics for ya! We're always glad to talk about Cool AUs!

#selkieverse #bf aus #selkieverse leif #selkieverse mothiva #selkieverse cenn #selkieverse vi #niko-jpeg #fun fact with standard seal pelts youll cut the flippers and the head off since they don't tan well #a selkie pelt keeps all the bits! its more or less the full skin of the beast including bits thatre just plain impractical to tan normally #also yes fish is a Thing You Can eat its just. not generally a good idea to hunt it as the fish are still Fish Size #leif has the ribbon seal air sac in both forms #mothiva would fucking eat him if she had a chance however she is smaller than him in moth form and he just #entirely lacks any form of self preservation instinct #muze and todd are also selkies but they keep it quiet for dont want their pelts fucking stolen reasons #leif is currently not aware hes a selkie in the first place and hes old enough of one that he has. a Very wide range on his pelt #pelt in question has been hanging up over the fireplace in muze's house ever since an. incident. with grandma muse #they never had the heart to get rid of it. she was Very certain her husband was alive in her old age #you know how it is. a bug gets old and their mind starts to go... always a pity #it does still feel like that pelt is... watching #and it has changed appearance a bit... but who's looking at those old photos anyways? #(leifs pelt has slowly changed color from dark rusty brown to a dark steely blue over the past. century) #(his pelt is not dead but it is Dormant. unfortunately he currently has no fucking clue its even his pelt unfortunately hes stupid) #(also the whole cordyceps thing did scramble his memory access a bit)

[absentmoon]

i don't have a way to word it other than im very autistic and talking is always a big challenge for me and everyone should be proud that i've gotten better at it

#i talk a lot so this doesn't come through instinctively i think #i was just so quiet for so long i have words and theres so many ways to yse them #im a little lonely here i wish someone were with me. its still nice to rhink abt #and bennys always been nice to me . in my head. #daisy.txt

[softquietsteadylove]

Gil braiding Thena’s hair when her mind is going a little funky and just generally being sweet and kind and loving to her when she is feeling low. That’s it, that’s the whole prompt!! Pls feel free to make me sob like a baby over this tyvm, love your works so so much!!! 🥰

Thena hadn't spoken in over three hours. She was always dazed after an episode, and this one had been rough.

Rain didn't happen often in their part of Australia. And when it did, it tended to be the storming variety. Thunder and lightning had come over them, rain washing out the landscape and the skies going dark. Not only had the thunder been so on top of them that it felt like the house was rattling, but lightning had struck around them without so much as a tree to draw it.

Gil had fought her for hours, rain pouring down around them, washing away the evidence of their wounds just as fast as they came. He'd only managed to escape by pulling them to the rain basin and completely submerging them. He had done so a few times before to shock the Mahd Wy'ry out of her. It had worked, but that didn't mean he liked doing it.

He had brought her inside, run a hot bath for her, run his fingers through her hair as he whispered soft nothings to her. And now she was in front of the fire as he brushed her hair out gently.

"Gil?"

"Yeah?" he answered, although nothing came after it. He gave her shoulder a squeeze, "I'm right here."

Thena looked around for another second before looking up at him. Her eyes were still a little foggy, but they were green, and that was all that mattered to him. "Gil?"

"Hey," he whispered with a smile.

Thena tilted her head at him. Her hand raised up, hovering close to him but never actually touching. "Gil."

He nodded, cautiously drifting closer to her touch. "I'm here."

Thena stared at him, letting her fingertips touch first, then pressing her palm to his cheek, "my Gil."

"That's me," he smiled at her with the fire casting shades of red over his skin. He turned his head, kissing the thumb against his cheek. She nodded, not startled, not confused. "C'mere."

Thena let him pick her up off the floor, scooping her up into his arms on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the sleeves of his shirt slipping up her slim little biceps. "How long?"

"At first, not long," he told her honestly. There was no use lying about it, and she didn't need to be coddled. Taken care of?--certainly. Protected?--he would do absolutely anything. But she didn't need him to lie to her, so he wouldn't. "It's been a few hours since you got back, though."

Thena just set her head against his shoulder, pressing her forehead to his cheek. "I've been thinking."

"Anything to share?" he asked, perfectly ready to accept it if she said no. He adjusted her in his arms, reaching for her hair.

"I love you."

Gil looked at her with just a hint of surprise on his face. He smiled, though, combing his fingers through her hair. "I love you, too. I thought you knew that."

"I think I did," Thena sighed, still weighed down by the day's events. Her eyes drifted down as Gil carefully sectioned out her hair and wove it over her shoulder. "I know I did."

"What made you think about it now?" Gil whispered, braiding her hair gently, moving his fingers over every plait.

"You, here," she murmured vaguely before looking down at her braid again, "this."

You: Gilgamesh, her trusty partner, for thousands of years. A soul so entwined with hers that they shared a singular heartbeat. Here: Australia, where they had made a home, all their own and completely separate from their family, and Arishem, and any greater mission or higher purpose.

This: braiding her hair over her shoulder, like he did any time he felt like it. In soft moments like these, after hot baths, or on cold nights.

Them: here, like this, just being together--together in a way no other Eternals had been or still were. They weren't like Ikaris and Sersi, but they weren't like Druig and Makkari either. They were something completely different in a lot of ways.

"Done," Gil smiled, tying off the end of the braid and moving the ends of her blonde curls between his fingers. He looked at her, "how do you feel?"

"You're here?"

"I'm here," he promised, leaning his head against hers with only the fire and their heartbeats to fill the silence. He let her lean in, just touching her lips to his before settling against his chest: the safest place in the galaxy for her to find rest.

"Then I'll be fine."

#bro you asked for tears but I'm the one ready to cry #Thenamesh #at their softest #it's about the intimacy of quiet moments #you can hear it in the silence #I love you in not so many words #but lingering hands #eyes searching for their other half #instinctively searching for a presence #and the comfort to know that their love is a part of them #immovable irrevocable irreplaceable #dare I say #soft quiet and steady #the reason these two #out of the entire movie #moved me to tears #is because you can feel how much they love each other #the moment their hands touch #from the way he offers #knowing she doesn't need it #but that it's his to give #and she does take it #and she smiles #she m e l t s #because she loves him #before you hear them speak a single word