Maven Calore Is A Beautifully Written Character, And I’m Obviously Not On The Right Side Of The Internet

POV: You accidentally opened the front camera but you’re Timothée Chalamet:

Maven be like "why doesn't Mare want me anymore?" my brother in christ you left notes for her on corpses.

NO ME TOO

Am I the only one who went through the entire Red Queen series thinking Cal was blonde? No just me? Okay.

Being friends with young!Henry Creel would be like:

Him: “I will not accept defeat. I either win or I die.”

You: “ok, dude, calm down.”

He could talk about spiders for hours at a time and you let him; not because you care all that much, but because you know he just needs someone to listen.

Him: “I’m different. How am I supposed to live in this mundane, tedious world?”

You: “idk, don’t you have like… a hobby or smth. A pet? A fave food, maybe?”

Kids at school think he’s weird and ignore him. When you become friends with him, they start ignoring you and looking at you funny too, but you don’t care what they think.

“You wanna do WHAT to your parents?? Henry, that’s illegal in most countries.”

He loves to go out for ice cream, but he only gets ever vanilla. Even when you get a crazy flavor and let him try it and he says he likes it, he never orders it for himself. Only vanilla.

*You had the bright idea to cut your own hair; Henry is supportive. You’re sitting in front of the bathroom mirror with scissors in your hand, your tongue stuck between your lips as you focus on finding precisely the right spot to cut. He’s sitting on the lid of the toilet, watching.* “I think I’m gonna give myself bangs.”

“That looks nice.”

“Want me to cut yours?”

“Absolutely not.”

He’s INSANELY good at board games. Sometimes he lets you win.

You occasionally commit arson together🥺

You give each other book suggestions and sometimes read to each other. He likes horror, but knows you get scared easily so he skips over the really gory parts for you.

He hates his birthday, but he NEVER forgets yours. He always gets you a present, and it’s always something really thoughtful.

“You wanna come over and summon demons with me?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“uHM YES”

You do homework together and he helps you with subjects you’re not so good at (he’s extremely smart).

When he finally tells you about his powers, he thinks you’ll be freaked out. He’s surprised when you’re actually amazed.

“NO WAY, THATS SO COOL!”

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Of you? Never.”

A few weeks’ worth of you annoying him by asking him to make everything float, but he complies every time.

Then… an idea strikes you.

“Can you make me float?”

“I can try.”

It works.

You decide to see how high he can lift you into the air. You both go into an empty field and try it.

You get about sixty feet in the air when he loses control of you and you come plummeting back down.

Somehow, you make it out with only a broken arm. You tell your parents you fell out of a tree. Henry is scared you’ll be mad at him, but you’re absolutely not. He’s the only person you’ll let sign your cast. It’s like an inside joke between the two of you.

And of course, when the cast comes off, you wanna try again, but he says no:(

You’re the only person who doesn’t treat him like he’s different. You feel like a bridge between him and the rest of the world. You make him feel normal. You make him feel accepted.

In The Middle Of The Night (Short)

Pairing: Rhys x singer!reader (f).  Summary: Rhys and reader are roommates and he has nightmares. Warnings: None. Word count: 424 A/N: Just in case you were wondering (you weren’t), the song I envision the reader singing is All Too Well by Taylor Swift (the 10 min version, obvi), but feel free to choose something else if that’s not you.

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The nightmares didn’t stop. I had them every night without fail. I thought they’d get better with time, but it almost felt like they were getting worse.

I would always find myself awake multiple times a night. Sometimes, I’d pace around my room or fly around the city to clear my mind. Sometimes, I’d just go downstairs for some water.

On one of those nights, I happened to find (Y/N) asleep on the couch, surrounded by books. Her hair was in a messy braid and she was still in her day clothes. Her lips were slightly parted and her breaths were even. She looked so peaceful; beautiful. 

I gently took the half-closed book from her hands and marked her page, placing it on the coffee table. I pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered her with it before going back upstairs. All thoughts of my previous nightmare had been replaced with (Y/N)’s angelic, sleeping face.

***

About a month later, I had a particularly bad nightmare. I found myself outside (Y/N)'s bedroom door, as I did every night occasionally to listen for her even breaths through the door and make sure she was okay.

Tonight, however, I heard nothing.

Not a single sound; no breaths. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing up and down the hallway and wondering whether or not I should go in. If she’s awake, she’ll think I’m creepy for coming into her room in the middle of the night, I thought. As I paced above the staircase, I heard… music playing very softly. It was really quiet, obviously magically muffled so not to disturb. It wasn’t coming from a tv or a radio; someone was playing the piano downstairs and singing.

Singing. The sound was so melodic; the most beautiful voice I’d ever heard in my existence. I sat down on the top step and leaned against the wall. I’d never heard the song before. It was sad, but it was so beautiful and poetic and I wished I could remember all the words.

My mind became hazy and my eyes grew heavy. I told myself I’d only close them until she finished her song, and then I’d go back into my room and rest.

For the first time since Under the Mountain, I fell into a dreamless sleep. The next thing I knew, it was morning and my neck hurt. I awoke in the same spot, sitting on the top stair.

With the throw blanket draped around me.

He showed up right under this :/

at this point I’d prefer they bring back the ball shaving ads

guys is elara merandus a milf

Tamlin is a fucking tool, why can't we get rid of him?

Not without cause!

I have cause! It's beCAUSE I HATE HIM

Maven, I’m so hungry I could eat Thomas rn.