As she watches Lee and Kya avoid each other's eyes from across the room, the phrase comes back to her, swift and silent:
"To hesitate is to lose."
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As Song treats the victim of an unfortunate interaction with a rare poisonous flower, her day takes an unexpected turn when it becomes apparent that the old man's nephew and her assistant have history.
A vivid history.
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Is there a ship you like with Julie that isn't with wally?
Not really, I like her with Wally the most! I don't mind other ships though~
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David Tennant’s performance in Much Ado About Nothing is perfect but specifically his delivery of “For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.” where he looks straight at Beatrice with all the adoration in the world and it becomes a declaration that she is his conclusion. Beatrice is the whole point purpose and end of all. This moment is the rest of his life laid out ahead of him and he is so completely content with his choice.
It’s such a beautiful bookend because this is a play. Benedick is a character and his marriage to Beatrice is literally his conclusion. It’s the end of his story. But it’s also an assertion of the characters’ love and devotion in a beautiful poetic metaphor, and not only is it one of the lines that solidified the 2011 production as my favorite, but it’s also just one that I think about and it scrambles my brain a bit with its sheer romanticism.
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I wonder how Homelander would react to trying Bubble Tea from a fem reader who he caught drinking in your office.
"What on God's green earth are you drinking?"
Homelander's voice startles you so badly you almost drop your drink, fumbling with it for a moment. You look up, confused as to why he's in your office. Again. He sure has been lurking about your floor a lot lately.
"Oh, it's bubble tea," you answer, taking a sip from the oversized straw. The subtle mortification in his eyes when he sees several tapioca pearls slide up the straw, followed by you chewing, almost makes you laugh aloud. You can't help but lift it closer to him and ask, "Do you want to try it?"
"Eugh, abso-lutely not. I can smell the sugar from here," he says, scrunching up his nose. He grimaces as you take another chewy sip.
You hold out the cup again. "You sure? It's not flavored or anything, it's just milk tea."
"Milk tea," he echoes with a curious lilt to his voice, narrowing his eyes. "You said it's bubble tea," he reminds you, tone low, as if he just caught you in a heinous lie.
"The bubbles are the tapioca pearls, the flavor is just milk tea. Come on, try it," you insist, waving the cup out to him. "Don't tell me Homelander is afraid of a little sugary starch, tea and milk."
Homelander scoffs, settling his hands on his hips. "Please. Do you really think I'm that easy to bait?"
With a small shrug, you lower your drink back down, and swivel your chair back to face your desk. "Okay, whatever you—" In a flash, a crimson gloved hand yoinks your drink clean out of your hand. Whirling around, you stare incredulously up at him, watching as he shamelessly slurps from your straw.
Homelander's brows furrow. The second one of the pearls hit his tongue, he pulls off the straw, chewing with the most exaggerated downturn at the corners of his mouth you've ever seen. You can't help it, you laugh as he chokes down the mouthful.
"Jesus Christ, that is repulsive on all fronts," he says through a scowl, smacking his lips over and over.
Reaching up, you snatch your drink right back, smiling as you pop the straw back into your mouth, enjoying another heaping slurp of it. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm very proud of you for trying a new food," you say, grinning mischievously around your straw.
Homelander's mouth opens, closes, opens, and then closes again. He makes an unintelligible little noise that you think was maybe the beginning of a retort, but the words die before they make it off his tongue. He scoffs again, seemingly unable to form a coherent response. Instead, he simply spins on his heel to walk out from your office.
"See you tomorrow," you call over your shoulder. You hear him pause, but you don't look back. You just sip away, facing your computer, knowing as well as he does that you're right.
He may not like the bubble tea, but he clearly likes you.
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new thomesa theme yassssssssss it’s beautiful 🥺💜
thank you I’m completely normal about them [lie] 🥺♥️
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When fanfic authors say they want any and all weird, unhinged comments, we mean it.
For example, I wrote 4k in 3 days because of the following comments left on my document:
@just-slightly-chayotic knows how to get a fic written. And they never have to nag or ask or make puppy eyes! These comments are like nuclear power for fanfic creation. All I want to do is give you more because that means my self-indulgent nonsense is making someone else equally happy.
Thank you, Tea (and the other Clowns, and really anyone who comments positively on fanart) for being a total rockstar. And also sorry about the pain and the hinge removal...
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