- Star Trek (1)
14 Feb 2020
“For you!” Julian cried, shoving a fistful of weeds in Renfri’s direction, his smile wide and carefree.
Renfri carefully took them in her hands that were only shaking a little bit now, smearing red onto green stems and yellow petals.
Julian clambered into the bed beside her and crawled halfway onto her lap. “I got you flowers, ‘cause you’re so pretty like them!”
“These aren’t flowers, they’re weeds.” Renfri told him, rolling her eyes but allowing the contact with ease. Somedays it seemed like Julian was the only person in the entire castle who wasn’t afraid of her.
“They look like flowers.” He said, crinkling his nose.
“They’re dandelions,” Renfri informed her brother with a tiny smile, “They grow everywhere, even places they perhaps shouldn’t. That’s why they’re a weed.”
“Perhaps they’re a little like you,” She teased, “Growing in even the scariest of places with no fear.” Like a monster’s heart, she doesn’t say.
“Like a superpower!” Julian gasped.
Renfri separated one dandelion from the little clutch and reached out to tuck it behind a little ear. “For the stubborn hero, Jaskier.”
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18 Feb 2020
"I saved you," he croaks at Geralt. He's been doing this from time to time for the past two hours. It's a great comfort to him. It makes Geralt glare a bit more alertly.
Jaskier is cursed, complications arise.
"Hawkeye - the bright vivid heartbeat of the MASH 4077th - has been transformed by the Korean War into the center of something after a lifetime of living around the edges."
a life told in love and losses, and in the ways those losses come back to us. basically a character study.
"BJ seems to have been born to spiral outward, roots shooting down into the very basest parts of Hawkeye and leaves tangling up with the most peripheral pieces of him. What he learns is that he was wrong. Of the two of them, BJ is certainly not the simple one."