either Cesare, or nothing
Lark gingerly sits on the bed, leaning over Rosethorn. “You can’t ever scare me like that again,” she whispers. Rosethorn can only tilt her brows apologetically. It will be weeks, maybe months, before she can speak properly again. She is weak and thin, her normally sturdy body wasted away from her illness. But her color is good, and though there are dark circles under her eyes, she looks better than she has in weeks.
She cannot say she’s sorry (and she’s probably only sorry for causing Lark pain, not for working on the pox), but Lark can see it in her face. It is enough.
Lark and Rosethorn immediately after the end of Briar’s Book
Sebastian’s reaction when the moderator kept calling Bucky a villain [x]
I’m entertained by his slow building annoyance at the villain title. It started out that he would try to suppress his instant reaction of disgust. Now he just openly makes horrible faces.
think about bisexual troy for a second tho. here—
troy told shirley first. troy told shirley first, and they sat in silence for the next minute and a half, and shirley whispered, “i know.” troy told shirley first, his hands shaking, back tense, and shirley hugged him and said that jesus would just have to get over it.
(shirley had helped him through shit that his parents wouldn’t touch with a five foot pole, and troy was just happy, so happy, and—)
"are you and abed—well, you know?" she asked, and troy was like, yes, and then he was like, yes, because if he could tell shirley he could tell anyone, and if he could tell anyone, he and abed wouldn’t have to hold onto this secret any more.
his actual parents said they needed to take some time to come to terms with—well, all of this. troy said he understood.
troy felt a weight lift off his chest at greendale in the weeks after he came out. his parents’ silence weighed on him, but jeff gave him grooming tips, and britta went a little overboard with the support, and annie squealed at least fifteen times, and by the end of week two, troy didn’t know how he’d survived in the closet for as long as he did.
"i’m too gay for this shit," he muttered at the end of one very long biology assignment, and then he smiled.