#norationalthoughtrequired

OOOOH, I didn't know about that! I'm going to have to look it up immediately because that sounds incredible. I love the cello and what I've heard of Yo-Yo Ma has been excellent so I'm very excited. Thank you so much!!

#20. daylight by harry styles (love this one!!! if i was a bluebird i WOULD fly to you, so true bestie)

#54. happiness is a butterfly by lana del rey (nice one. thank u lana)

The fireplace roars before them, warming Yennefer’s face as much as the bottle of Everluce they split. The flickering firelight dances across Triss’s skin and brings out all its gorgeous golden tones. Her chestnut hair falls in soft, tousled curls that seem to bounce on her shoulders every time she dissolves into giggles.

Triss dissolves into giggles frequently with Yennefer. Always has. But Triss is vibrant and warm and full of life, Yennefer’s opposite in every way; no, making Triss giggle has never been a challenge.

That Triss somehow pulls unexpected, faltering chuckles from Yennefer is far more disconcerting. Somehow Triss can melt the ice queen’s heart, reduce her to a school girl, nervous and desperate to please.

The little house in Vengerberg has never felt so warm.

The air between them is pregnant, heavy with potential. It always is, somehow, but tonight’s amplified, tonight Triss’s fingers are lost in Yennefer’s silky black tresses as she bites her lower lip, a silent question in those honey-brown eyes.

And Yennefer wants her, has always wanted her, in truth, but her relationship with Triss is the only pure, uncomplicated friendship she has, the only person in her life who seems to stick around even after they’ve gotten to know her, even after they’re done using her for her power.

Yennefer traces Triss’s jaw, the perfect little indentation of her chin with her thumb. “Promise this won’t ruin us?” Her voice is barely more than a whisper. She hates the uncharacteristic vulnerability in her voice but can’t seem to tamp it down.

Triss fixes her with a soft, brilliant smile. “I promise,” she swears sweetly, and then she kisses her.

*

They lie side by side in the grass, staring at the stars and knowing that neither will sleep.

Not far away, the gathered forces of Sodden Hill, such as they are, drink and pray and carouse and prepare for battle.

The Temerians have not come, and Nilfgaard draws ever closer.

Triss shivers beside her, and instinctively Yennefer covers her, covers them both in her cloak. But it’s not the cold.

She curls into Yennefer, throwing an arm about her waist and pulling her close. “Promise me.” She lets out a choked little noise as she clings, her tears warm when they hit the skin of Yennefer’s neck but quickly cooled by the night’s wind. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid and sacrificial.”

Yennefer kisses the top of her head. Triss’s prodigious magical control of plant life makes such sense; beneath her tender, attentive care, watered by her tears, Yennefer thinks she could flourish, too. “Only if you promise the same.”

It’s a promise neither can keep, so they hold each other in silence.

*

It’s been an afternoon of fighting.

About everything, about nothing.

About the way the dishes are arranged in the cabinets. About whether they’ll need a shawl on this cool autumn day. About the candle left burning on the nightstand every night and how it’s going to burn the house down one day. About the properties of a particular spell. About whether they should walk or teleport to the market. About...

“I wish you would damn well tell me what it is you’re so pissed about or go bother someone else!” Yennefer barks.

Triss looks as though she’s been struck.

Yennefer turns away for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose. She hears Triss moving slowly, the quiet drag of a chair against the wooden floor. “I shouldn’t have—”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Triss is sitting at the kitchen table, staring at her hands folded primly in front of her. “You have a family now. When it was just Geralt and the wish and all that, that was one thing, but now you have Ciri, too.” Triss sighs, burying her head in her hands with a moan of frustration. “I don’t begrudge you that, truly I don’t. I adore them both, and...she’s Geralt’s fate, his Child of Surprise, but she’s something more than that to you, Yennefer. She’s the child you chose.”

“Triss—”

“Let me finish,” she says softly, taking Yennefer’s hand. “I’m overjoyed that you get to experience this! Gods know family isn’t an option for most of us. I just don’t know that there’s a place for me in it.”

There’s loneliness written in the furrows of Triss’s brow, the downcast eyes.

Yennefer climbs into her lap, straddling her and taking her face in both hands. “Nothing ties me here but my choice,” she says. “You’re right. Geralt and I are linked by fate, now I have Ciri to consider. But I want everything, Triss. And I choose you.” She kisses her fiercely before burying her face in Triss’s lavender-scented hair, pulling her into a long, tight hug. “You won’t be rid of me that easily,” she murmurs into her neck. “Where there’s a place for me, there’s a place for you.”

She feels the long breath Triss releases, the way her arms tighten around Yennefer’s waist. “Promise?” she asks softly.

Yennefer pulls back and tilts Triss’s face up gently, locking eyes. “Promise.”

*

“It’s bad luck to see the bride on her wedding day,” Triss scolds, but there’s no heat to it. She faces away from the door, pointedly refusing to make eye contact in the mirror as she brushes a warm sunset red on her lips.

“Peasant superstition. I’ve seen you plenty of times.”

Triss rolls her eyes at that, but she’s smiling. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, but her dimple belies the chastisement. “Getting cold feet?”

Yennefer hesitates. “Not about you.”

Triss turns to look at her. Those kind eyes miss nothing. “But about the wedding?” she prompts gently.

Yennefer shrugs. “It all seems a bit superficial, doesn’t it? The pomp? The flowers? Gods, Triss, the flowers are out of control, have you seen what Jaskier’s done?”

“I like the flowers.” Triss stands, taking both Yennefer’s hands in hers. “What’s wrong, love?”

She’s beautiful. The flowing yellow gown, the glow of her tawny skin, the sparkle in her eyes, the crown of white and yellow and orange flowers in her hair: Triss Merigold is the most beautiful bride, and Yennefer forgets how to speak.

Triss just laughs, kissing her softly. “You’re afraid that once we’re married, things will be somehow different. That we’ll immediately know we’ve made a huge mistake, that we’ll stop making love and realize we hate each other as soon as we’re bound.”

“Not immediately,” Yennefer admits quietly. “Slowly.”

Triss brushes a loose strand of dark hair from her lover’s face. “I’ve no intention of tying you down, love,” she murmurs. “If things change, we’ll adapt, just as we always have. We’ll tell everyone to go home if you want, but the purpose of the wedding isn’t to lock you into something you can’t escape. All I want is to stand before our friends and our family and let them know how completely I adore you.” Triss rests her forehead against Yennefer’s. “I can’t promise that nothing will change, love. We’ve both seen far too much to believe such a thing. But we’re together and we love each other, and I think that’s something worth celebrating.”

Yennefer takes a breath. “This won’t ruin us,” she says softly.

thanks so much for this prompt dear!! it was the perfect chance to write trissefer because i'm convinced orange is triss's colour and it fit excellently!! hope you enjoy 💞

59. orange sunsets

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The cool breeze made the heavy leaves of the plant rustle gently. Triss took a deep breath, taking in the scents of summer and smiled content. She tilted her head and took a sip of her coffee, gazing at the sky, painted orange, identical with her airy dress, by the rays of the sun just before its first piece hid behind the mountain. The city lights had just began to flicker open and she was grateful she had convinced Yennefer to get an apartment on the fifth floor.

She smiled again and stretched her legs, resting them on the elaborate railings of their balcony. At this moment, she thought, she needed nothing more. Well, she did, but what she needed wasn't quite available for now. Yet the more the sun lost itself in the horizon, the more complete she felt. Just to be there. Just to gaze at it.

The door was heard from inside and her heart fluttered.

"Triss?"

"Outside, love."

I’m months late to this, I’m sorry!!

From Punch Drunk

When Thor had left the room. Loki stood above her in silence for a moment looking absolutely lost. Her head spun trying to keep up with everything that had just happened, everything that Thor had just said. Loki opened his mouth and Sif put a hand up to shush him. Her aim was off and her hand ended up partly in Loki’s mouth. He calmly removed her fingers and she wrapped her hand around his, trying to anchor herself.

“Don’t worry about Thor,” Sif tried to pat him on the shoulder with her free hand and ended up kind of pawing at his chest instead. Loki bore it stoically.

Honestly, this fic was fun to write! I had a great time making poor, high-on-pain-meds Sif act foolish and have Loki try to react in a dignified manner. 

From Token 

Gently, Sif pulled back a corner and opened the handkerchief. Wrapped inside with a curved blade and a dual handle was Loki’s dagger. Sif recognized it as one that frequently graced the prince’s hip.

“It is my most beloved,” Loki stepped closer once more. All sounds of commotion around them seemed to disappear from her ears, focused only on the confidential, intimate voice he now addressed her with. “I would be utterly distraught if any peril befell it.”

Loki reached up, dragging a finger along the blade, over the handle, and down to wrap long fingers around Sif’s wrist. The shieldmaiden found herself to be the breathless one.

“I would hate to cause any anguish, my prince,” her eyes flicked up to meet his with sincerity.

"Promise me then,” he leaned forward, earnest. “That you will see its safe return back to me.”

“I swear to you,” Sif lifted one hand and brought it to cover Loki’s hand, still encircling her wrist, with a slow, steady touch. “I will do everything in my power to ensure it finds its way back to your side.”

I’m a big fan of these two not being the best direct communicators, and I just enjoyed creating a way for them to talk about something deep, that was too big or too fragile to name outright, and the gift standing in for their feelings. 

From Silhouettes 

Sif felt the satisfying pull of her blood-slicked sword dislodge from the fallen Cu-Sith, just one of the giant wolves that were terrorizing the craggy, fog drenched lands of this planet, when one of Loki’s knives went sailing over her shoulder. With a yelp, a wolf fell from the misty air and collapsed just feet from Sif, its giant paw aimed for her neck.

She whipped her gaze across the rocky field to Loki, his teeth were bared in a feral, self-indulgent grin and his hair was wild in the wind. Sif ignored the deep, animalistic pulse inside her that responded to his hungry eyes, his show of power.

“You’re welcome,” he purred. Sif spun her blade, shedding the steaming wolf blood into the grass. She took her bothersome passion, and turned it to familiar annoyance.

“Don’t think that makes up for anything,” she glared at him.

“Keeping score, are we?”

“Yes,” Sif grunted, slashing at the next beast that lunged out of the mist. “And you are still operating at a loss.”

“What, exactly,” he asked with gritted teeth, driving his blade into the back of the wolf’s head, “are you not letting me atone for?”

“You know damn well,” she stepped over the carcass and jutted her shield against his chest. “You kept me from my sworn duty. You robbed me of my glory!”

“Another!” Loki called, stepping around her to throw green magic at the next foe, the same instance a large wolf charged from the opposite side. Sif covered his back and the beast met its demise at the tip of warrior’s blade. They stood back to back for a moment, shoulders bumping as they regained their breath. Loki spun to face her. He pushed his hair back from his face, the dark green Cu-Sith blood seeping into his locks, and shook his head.

“There are many things that I would undo if given the chance.” His gaze burned into her, some anguish flitting across his face. “Assuring your survival is not among them.”

“It should not have been your choice to make, to take that from me.” Sif pointed her blade at him. Loki spread his open palms and shrugged.

“If you’re looking for an apology, for keeping you alive, I won’t give it.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” she sighed.

Loki turned from her, then laughed over his shoulder, “I do.” His daggers whistled before finding purchase in the throats of two more wolves.

Battle couples who bicker while 100% having each others backs? I don’t know about anyone one specific thing...I don’t feel particularly skilled in writing battle scenes or dialogue tbh, so I felt pretty happy with how this turned out!

Thank you friend, home ownership is, as you know, a joy at all times D: hopefully get some good news this afternoon 🤞🤞🤞

Found family is a big part of it!!! Leverage leans so hard so immediately into the found family thing that literally by the end of the **first episode** 4/5 of these fuckin criminals who have insisted repeatedly that THIS IS ONE JOB BYE are following their fifth member around a park like HEY MAN WHAT THE FUCK WE'RE JUST SUPPOSED TO SPLIT UP NOW??? It's fucking delightful and it also really hits the right emotional note that I love most in found family stories, which is: we love you and you belong with us even if you don't love yourself or think you deserve it, which is just a really affirming wonderful sentiment. With the backgrounds a lot of these folks have it could have slid into gritty and grim real fast but it doesn't, even when things are tense you get this sense that you are in good hands, that the showrunners love these people just as much as you do, and theyre gonna take care of them and you. It's comforting.

And-- there's Heists For Great Justice, and clever banter, and an OT3 who all love each other very much, and nothing is perfect so Leverage isn't, either, but what I needed right now was a show about a bunch of incredibly competent misfits finding a family, falling in love, and punching this very flawed oppressive system in the face, repeatedly, so it is probably gonna go down as one of my favorite shows of all time, even though we didn't pick it up until this year. I'm sad I missed out on the original run but honestly? This is what I needed in my life at this moment in time and I'm grateful to my past self for being too busy with law school to check this out back then. It has brought me some of the only real joy I've felt in the last 6 months and I'll love it forever for that alone.

yes hello, i’m contributing to your weird sense of deja vu because i’m currently obsessed with tua and, uh, i may or may not have started watching misfits because when i fall, i FALL HARD, WHY AM I LIKE THIS. (idk what i was doing in 2010 because i was watching a ton of bbc america back then, but somehow never watched that show???)

i think it was a gifset that you reblogged, actually, that was the lightbulb moment for me!

honestly, it’s made me think a bit about how the 2010 television fandom landscape was so different from today?

i barely know anything about Misfits, but i do remember that it had a bit of LGBTQ stuff in it, but also it... wasn’t the greatest representation. at least, i think that’s why i ultimately never got around to watching it. not that the pickings were really that great for LGBTQ genre fiction back then. there was a lot of queerbait-y stuff, and you mostly just had to content yourself with subtext. i just picked different poisons, and watched those shows instead.

i’m sure Misfits has plenty of merits, because enough people in my circle were really, really into it, but it does feel emblematic of a very particular moment in the tumblr media fandom landscape, and i feel like a lot of people who were into Misfits back in the day are into The Umbrella Academy now (assuming they haven’t left fandom).

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 I’m honestly disappointed in myself for being this predictable