She hadn’t seen it before, but he looks a wreck. Deep bags under his eyes, greasy, unkempt hair that’s falling out of his hat. There’s still flour and some egg remnants splattered on his face and clothes that he’s hastily trying to wipe off, but Kristin couldn’t care less about any of that. All she cares about is the way his eyes sparkle like sapphires when he looks at her, and that sudden energy courses through his body as he runs down the steps toward her.
“It’s Kristin!” he blurts, looking back at Niki, and then again to Kristin, blinking again and again like her very presence is incomprehensible. His voice is shaking too much to say anything more, his whole body trembling from far more than the cold as he draws nearer to her.
For the first time in so many years, Kristin doesn’t know what to do with herself. The mortal world is bright and overwhelming, and Phil is but one beautiful piece in all of it. She keeps an arm on a snow-covered spruce chair to steady herself, allowing him to take that final step towards her only because she doesn’t trust herself not to get horribly distracted if she reaches him first. “Hi,” Kristin says finally, feeling nearly as breathless as he looks.
the syndicate lore finale, but from c!kristin’s point of view, including all she did to get to phil.
reblog please thanks beloveds
what you need to understand about recommending a show to me is that no matter how much we both know I'll like it, I can't watch it until the Neurodivergence Department in my brain approves it. I don't know when that will be, and I don't have any more control over it than you do.
Absolutely bonkers that I'm now one of those weirdos you hear about on Twitter
I know too much about Christian lore to enjoy this play about the nativity story
Mary didn't get pregnant by the "holy spirit" God was very much a physical part of that conception
my thoughts about fruits basket: great show, wish it was a little more gay
the cdc says please let me in your house. pretty please. i'm not a vampire i promise. i don't bite people either. i can't cross the threshold until you invite me in. you're being rude
I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.
Tell me why, when I introduced my family to discord (because time limits on zoom are dumb), they decided that's apparently the only way that I can be contacted from now on
Did text messaging and phone calls suddenly disappear from existence and I didn't notice
My mother loves to imply things she knows nothing about: "of course it will be super easy to pick the flute back up for this song! It doesn't matter that it's been 14 years since you last played! This part is just so gorgeous the notes would come back to you!"
Nevermind that shes tried to learn the flute multiple times and still can't manage to get a sound out
tumblr is so funny for not only keeping peoples content active once they deactivate their blog, but also for straight up broadcasting when the person deactivated their blog. like this mf tried to leave in january 2015 but we will never forget about the feet pics, jim
Son of a Tony
Thor: sorry I haven’t been making an appearance. I lost my brother last night.
Peter: you lost your brother?
Peter: did you find him?
Thor: son of tony no….
Peter: oh
Peter, realizing: OH-OH MY GO-I’m so sorry