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tell me this isn't how that conversation went

(original pics from here, meme from here)

Fedyor: Ivan, we get to meet the sun summoner! Zomgz!

Ivan: So.

I love them. Fedyor fanboys and Ivan is not impressed. You can write this. You know, if you wanted to. :)

“You know,” Fedyor says, as they leave the dining hall after supper. “You could be a little nicer to her, Vanya.”

“What?” Ivan is preoccupied with the news from the messenger, the mounting casualties on the Fjerdan border, and the way their great vaunted hope, their so-called living saint, is sitting and giggling with her girlfriends and eating figs. “What are you talking about? I told her that she should be training more! That was not inaccurate!”

“Maybe it wasn’t,” Fedyor says patiently, “but she is the Sun Summoner! And she has only just learned that she is Grisha. If you helped her feel more at ease, perhaps she would learn faster or – ”

“It is not my job to coddle some orphan from the country who cheated her way out of her power being discovered as a child,” Ivan interrupts brusquely. “Everyone else in the Little Palace treats her as if she is made out of pretty porcelain. She is a soldier in the Second Army now, no more, no less. Did she not learn that in the First?”

“She was a cartographer, darling. Not an infantryman.”

“I don’t care!” Ivan barks, causing a nearby Squaller to jump, look at him anxiously, and scuttle away. “If it was up to me, she would be sleeping with the rest of the recruits in the barracks, not given her own lavish room and all the servants who fetch and carry whatever she wants! No more special treatment, no – ”

“Has anyone ever told you what a terrible grump you are?” Fedyor drapes his arm on Ivan’s shoulder as they reach the staircase. “I do have to wonder.”

“Yes. You. Frequently.”

“I mean, anyone aside from me.”

Ivan shrugs. “No idea. Why should I care what other people apart from you and the general think of me?”

Fedyor grins. “You know, if everyone wasn’t so scared of you, I swear you would have been murdered in your sleep by now.”

“Good. They can be scared of me.” Ivan reaches up and links his fingers through Fedyor’s. As they climb to the top of the stairs and step out into the hallway beyond, he asks, “Do you really believe that only one girl in all of Ravka can banish the Fold?”

“I don’t know,” Fedyor says, suddenly serious. “But you know that I grew up only twenty miles from Kribirsk. I saw the crossings, I heard about the people who died, I was put to bed at night with scary stories of how the volcra would eat me if I was not a good boy. Once on a dare, I went all the way to the edge with two of my friends. We were... seven? Eight? When my mother heard what I had done, she tanned my arse so hard she broke her best wooden spoon. She was... she was scared.” He pauses. “I saw it in her face. The Fold is real, Vanya. And it’s terrifying, and terrible. If Alina can banish it – ”

Ivan feels an oblique prickle of guilt. He grew up in Chernast, far from the Fold’s frontiers, even if he heard about the Unsea like everyone else. But until he was recruited into the Second Army and became the general’s right-hand man, he never saw it for himself, not in the same way Fedyor does, and did. It is an abstract to him, a simple problem of military strategy, and he is impatient with people who treat it as some great divine judgment. “You know I am not a believer in the Saints, Fedya,” he says, more gently. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea to trust one girl more than this. More than us.”

“You know.” Fedyor tilts his head back, a smile playing across his lips. “Underneath all the gruff, you’re really a bit of a romantic.”

“I’m not,” Ivan says, failing to frown as totally as he usually does. “You’re mistaken.”

“Mm.” Fedyor links his arm around Ivan’s waist, kisses him on the cheek, and they walk the rest of the way to their quarters in comfortable silence. As they close the door and get ready to sleep, then crawl into bed together, Ivan thinks that General Kirigan, and indeed all of Ravka, can keep Alina Starkov and her magical hands. He has all the sunlight he needs, right here in his arms.

made a formal analysis of dean’s reaction in the confession scene! hope you find it helpful!!!

ToA but Every. Single. Villain. is Apollo's ex

Neil Josten wears a gold band around his left ring finger and is absolutely cheating on his partner.

Before he ever joined the Santa Fe Cougars, Josten was part of a pride campaign for Nike. So was Andrew Minyard. It was a big deal. The interviews around it said every athlete in the campaign was LGBTQ. Josten talked about his husband. Minyard talked about queer foster kids.

That, the Cougars speculate, is where Josten and Minyard reconnected. They went to college together, separated when Minyard moved to Santa Fe and Josten moved to Jersey, saw each other again at this campaign, and then, a year later, were on the same team again.

None of the Cougars have ever met Josten’s husband. Even at team parties, Josten never brings him around. Probably he thinks it would be too risky.

None of them have gotten close enough to Minyard to figure out his relationship status. But, the Cougars collectively believe, Minyard’s relationship status can only possibly make a bad situation worse.

Keep reading

me trying to convince myself that two straight white men in their 30s are going to write the best (slowburn) queer love story ever made

OMFG the guy who plays Hardin in After played young Tom Riddle

THE SP FANPACK

Alrighty, since we don't have one of these that I've seen before, here is a link to a Google Drive with some essential resources for fic writers in this fandom. This started out as just the SP timeline spite project to show up Landy but it sort of. Spiralled wildly out of control because I deal with tanking mental health by hyperfocusing on projects I can control down to extreme details ayyyyy

This fandom is generally a toxic hell-pit in my experience and this project is intended to make everyone's time here a little better. So yes, I am okay with everyone using these resources, including the people I have blocked, and the people who have blocked me, on two conditions. Be civil and credit me/link back to the Fanpack GDrive so others can use it too. If you see this on someone else's blog and are wondering if I'd mind you, specifically, using it - as long as you follow those two rules, you go right ahead. Enjoy.

Contains:

The SP Timeline - now available either in a single doc or in separate era-specific docs for ease of searching. If you have an OC who was included in the books, and you'd like me to include their birthdate/birth year, let me know.

Character Gallery - useful both for quickly looking up canon descriptions and for realising that Landy apparently has like three (3) physical descriptions total at his disposal. I added this while working on the SP Faces project, because I could not remember anything about any of the minor characters, and wanted a quick reference on hand.

Sanctuaries Overview - in case anyone wants to write a fic set outside Ireland. Now you can quickly reference who's running your chosen country, and who's working for that Sanctuary.

SP Faces - A folder of character headshots. These are all just my versions at the minute, but if you'd like to have yours added, let me know! Good for if you're like me, and suck at picturing characters in your head.

If you think of a resource you'd like to have available, or you've already made one you'd like to have included, shoot me a message. I don't get paid for this, so I won't guarantee anything, but the next time I have a breakdown I might end up churning out whatever it is you want to see. ✌🏼

I have Ko-Fi now, if you like my content

Some memes because I was bored and there is too much memes about Herongraystairs and not enough about everybody else

We were fucking robbed of Hunter Husbands Dean and Cas. Imagine Dean getting nabbed and tied up by the bad guys. With every punch to the face or twist of the knife, Dean’s grin just gets wider and wider.

“When my boyfriend gets here, you’re toast,” he laughs even while spitting up blood.

The ominous crack of thunder and the flickering of the lights makes the bad guys look up.

Dean chuckles. “Right on time.”

Then the door flies off the hinges, the frame shattering into splinters, and a wrathful angel comes barreling in, angel blade raised and eyes blazing with grace. The baddies are shitting their pants with fear.

“Hey, babe,” Dean says, almost nonchalantly.

Castiel dispatches the bad guys in a fearsome display of power and finesse. As soon as the last one falls, Cas’s eyes fade to normal and he rushes to Dean’s side, wrath faded to worry. “Dean,” he breathes, pressing his hand gently to his love’s bloodied cheek to heal him.

In a second Dean is stitched back together and cleaned up. Cas slices the ropes tying him to the chair and the second Dean’s wrists are free he’s pulling Cas into a kiss.

“Next time, try to be a little faster?” Dean laughs against Cas’s lips. But really it’s fine. He knows his angel’s always got him.