When You're Gone by Shawn Mendes is Also a Zutara Song
in denial? don't worry i'll help you see the truth.
"You never know how good you have it, oh-oh/Until you're staring at a picture of the only girl that matters, ah"
this is 100% katara staring zuko when he jumps in front of lightning for her. she's staring at him and is like "oh my god i can't lose him" and realizing she has feelings 👀
But it's alsO zuko when he sees azula shift her aim to katara and that's suddenly the only thing that matters and he completely disregards his own safety for hers.
"I know what we're supposed to do/It's hard for me to let go of you/So I'm just tryna hold on"
zuko moment where he knows he's supposed to be firelord but he just can't let anything happen to katara so he jumps anyway.
"Hold on/I don't wanna know what it's like when you're gone/I don't wanna move on/I don't wanna know what it's like when you're gone for good"
both of them are just frantically doing their best. zuko is (stupidly lol) trying to get up and help katara and she's trying desperately to get back to him. they don't want to lose each other--they refuse to.
"You're slipping through my fingertips/A little bit by a little bit"
you can't tell me this isn't katara trying desperately to get to zuko and heal him. it can also fit them reaching out during the fight, unable to get to the other but wanting and trying all the same.
"I didn't know that loving you was the happiest I've ever been/So I'm just tryna hold on"
it's that realization that they are definitely more than friends and they've never felt so understood, like genuinely understood. zuko and katara get each other better than they thought anyone ever could and they're just trying to get back to each other so it's not lost.
"I need to learn how to cope without you/I'm tryna protect myself but only you know how to, yeah"
d-do i really need to make a comment here? zuko is literally one of the only people who can redirect lightning lol. katara can do it herself, she can cope, but it's so much harder without him. she's almost forgotten what she did before she had someone who got her, someone who knew how to help her and did.
"Starting to feel like you don't need me/Wanna believe it's all for the better"
zuko hoping desperately that katara doesn't need him to win this fight, lying to himself so that he doesn't completely breakdown. he's convincing himself that she will be okay without him if this lightning is the last thing he does. he wants to think that this is better than the alternative. she'll be happy and alive and that's all he could ask for while azula chases her down.
"It's getting real, I'm missing you deeply/So I'm just tryna hold on"
katara is panicking. she's worried zuko's already too far gone. she can't picture her life with him gone forever, not even just not with her. katara knows she has to beat azula to have a dream of saving zuko, and she's holding onto the hope that she can make it in time for dear life.
so anyways... i have fallen back into my shawn mendes phase and he ships them, i swear it. the grammar and writing here is the product of losing a decent amount of sleep so my apologies if it doesn't make sense :)
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Dani just wanted to visit Danny…that ended with Danny being captured by the GiW
She needs help, after all she is NOT a hero.
Fortunately, she unlocks a new ability that allows her to escape; pass through the veil by liquefying
…and to say that he hasn't had an hour, Danny tells her how he had learned a new ability perfect for winning the fight in which he was stuck and she was making fun of him for the very lucky timing
Now she's in the ghost zone and needs to find help…but the only ghosts she's sure will help can't leave their lair because of ~responsibility~
…she doesn't have to be helped by a ghost in fact? just a heroic person! AND the zone is glue between ALL dimensions!!!
This is how a lazarus green puddle randomly forms in DC and then comes together into a strange little girl who has a mission tm
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✨🤍 some steddie softness for @thefreakandthehair's birthday, i hope it's the very best so far! 🤍✨(please please your day comes first, read this whenever you have time and space to breathe 🤍)
Eddie is not a religious man — far from it, actually. But there are a few things that make him believe in higher powers. In angels. In destiny and luck and a love so strong it could conquer everything.
This very moment is one of them.
Stevie, soft and sleepy beside him in the back of the car as Nancy is driving, the dim light of the passing street lamps painting his face in hues of gold like the light itself favours Steve Harrington, caressing his features with the softest of shadows.
He’s beautiful. Ethereal. Perfectly angelic with his eyes closed, his whole body turned towards Eddie in the warmth of the car.
It takes Eddie’s breath away, his heart taking up space where before there were his lungs and ribcage, growing in size until he feels like he is about to burst. And even then he keeps looking, staring at that pretty face that looks so at peace with the whole world right now. Eddie has never seen Steve like this, but now he understands why people start wars. Why people defy gods and death itself to be with their one true love. Why Orpheus looked back.
He understands. Because Steve, his Stevie, warm and safe and perfectly fine in the backseat of a car? That is everything. He doesn’t even need to kiss or touch so long as he just gets to look. And be. Oh, to be at the same time that Steve is.
That might just be life’s greatest gift to him.
A tiny sigh falls from Steve’s lips and Eddie really, really might be about to burst.
“Hey, angel,” he whispers, because moments like this aren’t made for anything but hushed words, their truths too heavy, too sincere for the world to hear and keep on spinning. He doesn’t need the world to spin as long as there is Steve.
“Hi,” Steve whispers back, his eyes still closed but the smile lighting up, luring Eddie in like he is but a moth drawn to the flame.
Eddie leans in and rests his forehead against Steve’s, his hand coming up to cradle a light-kissed cheek. Steve leans into it, following Eddie’s hand like maybe they are twin stars pulling each other closer until there will be an explosion of light and creation. Steve nuzzles against his palm and leans further into Eddie’s body until they share the same breath — but still it’s not enough.
Eddie wants to say so many things now that their hands are entangled, their soft exhales mixing. But after a while he notices that Steve is humming before gently singing along to the song coming quietly from the speakers.
“Take it easy with me, please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze. Take your time, make it slow. Andante, Andante. Just let the feeling grow.”
Eddie knows the song, recognises it instantly, and his breath gets stuck in his throat once more. Because he has a secret. He loves it. He has imagined for the longest time that one day, someone would make it his song. Sing it for him, to him.
He’s never told anyone because he has a reputation to uphold and more than enough metal music to listen to, but of course Steve wouldn’t care about his secrets being secret, and just oh so casually make his deepest, most private of dreams come true.
He’s an angel, that one. A hero. Myths and fairy tales should be woven around that heart of his, folklore speaking of his name until history itself wouldn’t dare to forget. No one can convince Eddie otherwise. Not in that moment, not with Steve singing so quietly, so gently, so adoringly.
I think I love you. I think I can’t ever stop, not when I’ve seen you like this. Not when you’ve just shown me what life can be about, what it should be about. Gods, I love you and love you and love you.
That’s what he wants to say.
But all that comes out is a marvelled, “Shit, Stevie.”
It has the desired effect of a huffed breath, an even wider smile, and Steve cuddling further into Eddie’s side, eyes still closed. Eddie brushes a kiss to Steve’s forehead and feels like maybe his love can make it into the fairy tale, too.
It will. Oh, it will, when Steve finally lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder and looks at him through hooded eyes, all soft and sleepy and safe. A moment passes like this and Eddie can’t breathe, maybe he can never breathe again — but it only lasts until Steve slowly, so very slowly begins to lean in to claim Eddie’s lips with a kiss so gentle it could bring him back from the dead.
Eddie kisses Steve back just as slowly, because in moments like this there is no rush, no hurry. There’s only them, there’s only this. Only a kiss until there is another.
And with Steve, there is always another.
Nancy smiles as she is taking the long way to Steve’s house, rounding Loch Nora twice because she knows how comfy Steve gets in cars at night when he doesn’t have to drive and there is soft music playing.
Eddie kisses her goodbye on the forehead, fully aware of what she’s done. He doesn't tell her about the sun and the myths and all the wars he would start for Steve.
Nights like this are not meant for telling anyone about them. They can hardly be believed as it is. They can only be lived, hand in loving hand.
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Angst corner:
Adam is struggling in the Hotel as both a Sinner, and living in close quarters with Lucifer, who he's always been equal parts madly in love with and still in firm nemesis mode with. It doesn't help that Lucifer still pulls the "Got both ur wives" card as the finisher move on their arguments that ALWAYS sends Adam info a rage.
But after some talks with Charlie and opening up and she gets Lucifer to back off that topic, and gives them both some trust-building exercises. Adam feels closer to him, gets the feeling that Lucifer is about on the same page. He gets up the course to confess to Lucifer that the bulk of his feud was out of jealousy of not having what Lilith and Eve had...
...and finds Lucifer and Alastor in a private compromising situation.
Heart: broken 💔
Side plot: Lucifer had been feeling the same way, the whole time, but Alastor decided to stir up the shit for the lolz.
ANON I'M GONNA BE HONEST, I'M IN A KINDA COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP WITH RADIOAPPLE RIGHT NOW (the ship is fine and the shippers are valid but IM SO RRGGGHHGHGGH) SO THIS HONESTLY JUST KINDA MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL A LITTLE UGH
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was relistening to dear evan hansen (god, i know) and now i can't stop thinking about johnny dying, and simon taking johnny's tags to his girl. simon sticks around to take care of her, cos maybe johnny asked her to or whatever, and simon falls in love. starts saying, "oh, i don't wanna go anywhere. johnny'd be happy to know you're bein taken care of. my girl now, yeah?" and UGH just manipulating her.
ok wait but i bring you: johnny is in a coma and ghost sees the perfect opportunity. he offers to tell johnny's girl about the injury, and price is more than willing to pass that responsibility off. except instead of telling her that her husband is alive, he tells her he was killed and that he's very sorry for her loss. it's entirely too easy to make himself the new center of her world when she's so so vulnerable without their johnny :(
anyways johnny is of course going to wake up eventually and ghost either (a) tells the worst lie ever and pretends he was told johnny was dead and that PRICE is the bad guy here or (b) lets you figure out what really happened and just refuses to leave no matter how angry you get
(thinking about you bringing johnny home, and even though he's awake he's still mostly bed bound. and now that you know how terribly you've been manipulated, you're so so angry at ghost :( but he refuses to leave and he's really a ton of help with johnny (you can't hold that large of a man up on your own, but ghost easily can). he's real condescending and dismissive about how angry you are, doesn't see why you're fussing so much when you've got both of your men here safe)
((you fall asleep in the chair in yours and johnny's room one night and wake up in the bed with him, a blanket thrown over you and ghost sound asleep in the chair. you check on johnny another night and find him sprawled across ghost's chest, drooling on his shirt with ghost rubbing his back. you think you leave before ghost sees you (you don't). it's those moments that start you on the long long path to forgiving him)
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