#is2g.

My Letterboxd is an island in a torrid sea on which I am marooned, ranting and raving to myself as the waves crash upon the shore and my sanity trickles away bit by acrid bit, much like the foam and brine that pull away from the sand and return into the cold depths of the ocean where all manner of monsters lurk. There is no god here, only misery and disappointment, because my most popular review only has twelve likes and it’s not even a good one

i actually really dig this psd. i think it really works well, right??? 

fun fact if you wanna talk plots with me, I’m always game for that no exceptions but know that the second you put Clint in his Ronin outfit in front of me, my brain instantly goes 🫠

before she has fully passed him , he reaches out , the crook of his elbow catching her throat and with that unfair ease of an older sibling , he hooks her close despite whatever struggle and pulls her snug up against him in a headlock , only to press an almost painful kiss on her raven black hair . the shit eating grin once he lets her go again , is hardly surprising . " there . you get both , bitch . " as endearing as only a brother could be .

INCIDENTALLY , MARON IS ALSO NOT SO SECRETLY THINKING ABOUT LORAS TYRELL IN GENERAL . sometimes he wants to burn the Reach down for producing that particular son of a cactus , sometimes he would do whatever it takes to coax only one hint of a smile from him . other times he's thinking that the Drowned God should have swallowed his reckless ass whole for jumping ship in the middle of a fucking battle . still , he loves him too .

me, who has barely scraped by the first few pages of hs: ... that’s homestuck

me, thirty minutes later having to go out and buy groceries: nevermind