“She was right there. Right there in front of me.”
“Who? The killer?” Niko responded, shocked. “Did you see the actual killer?”
“No!” Eve exclaimed. She would consider later that perhaps it would have been better to lie. “I saw— well.”
Eve had the presence of mind to cut herself off there, but her hand still moved to the Words that had haunted their relationship for years. The motion did not go unnoticed by Niko, and he somehow managed to look even more surprised than before.
“You met your soulmate?”
Eve and Villanelle are soulmates, and I am Soft.
After breaking up with Jared, Megan just wants to fade into the background, but surprisingly enough, the background already has its own set of characters.
Basically, Graham is an angsty teen, and Megan is a now-infamous cheerleader. Can they make it work? (Well, duh.)
“Why don’t you ever try to call me Oksana?”
“Were you ever punished?
“Only for faults,” said Alice.
“And you were all the better for it, I know!” the Queen said triumphantly.
“Yes, but then I had done the things I was punished for,” said Alice: “that makes all the difference.”
“But if you hadn't done them,' the Queen said, “that would have been better still; better, and better, and better!”
Clarke wakes up wearing the tattoos of the Ice Nation.
(OR: Soulmates, parallel worlds, and Ice Queen Clarke; oh my. Canon divergent from 2x16.)
- Part 1 of The Lay of Looking-Glass Land
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She throws her bag into her bike’s wire basket and turns to Adora with a raised brow. “Do I know you or something?”
“I —” Adora tilts her head, considering. “I don’t think so? Maybe we’ve seen each other around town.”
Catra’s eyes travel from Adora’s feet, up her legs, all the way up to her eyes in a slow crawl. She’s gripping her bike’s handlebars, frizzy curls escaping her updo and surrounding her face. “I think I’d remember you.”
or: adora would recognize catra anywhere.
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Fandoms: Killing Eve (TV 2018)
03 Aug 2020
The seat directly in front of the grill is open and don’t mind if she does. She folds her hands on the dirty counter and stares intently at the back of the cook’s head. So she’s one day out of prison: just thin, precarious ice between her feet and spending the rest of her best years behind bars, and she’s decided she’s going to stomp.
She’s going to ruin everything.
She’s going to physically fight a fry cook at a ten-head diner in the worst part of the city over almost nothing whatsoever.
These are the decisions that make us as people.
it only takes one summer to: retire, go on holiday, try fishing, get half-stabbed to death in the aftermath of a fallen global crime conglomerate, fake your death, get nostalgic for an ex, show up unannounced, get answers.
- Part 1 of these mortifying ordeals
“I was going to kill you awfully,” Villanelle explains in earnest.
Eve’s mouth goes flat and she turns her head back to profile, watching the street and not the evil thing at her side, brave or just stubborn. “Well. You should have led with that, then.”