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here are some mcyt reaction memes to make ur day better <3

this is beautiful!!!!! <3

aesthetics smp characters remind me of :)

purely just the aesthetics my brain relates to them! you may not agree,,, i also only do a few certain characters for the Vibes, but some of them may not even make sense :,)

georgenotfound

butterflies landing on mushrooms, sleeping in until 1pm on a sunday, sunlight shining through the curtains and waking you up, slowly doing laundry on a summer’s afternoon, sweater paws, cats curled up together, a jukebox in a diner, vintage dresses and 40’s dances, a treehouse that only you and your friends know about, the sound of a waterfall, bike rides through the countryside, a quaint pier on a beach, hogwarts in the winter

sapnap

the crackling sound of a bonfire, tying up muddy shoelaces after running around in the rain, the smell of tarmac when it’s been raining, a warm drink and fuzzy blanket after a long day, playing tag and feeling like a child again, rain against a car window with music playing in the background, laughing until you cry, a large maze in the middle of nowhere, a warm hug, random trips to a shop at 3am, skateboarding, carnival games, keeping small keepsakes as memories, late nights at the movies

technoblade

worn out bandages, sharpening knives in an old cabin, sunrise reflecting against the snow, messy hair braids, the smell of cinnamon and wood (with a hint of citrus), pine trees in the dark with moon shining upon them, abandoned buildings, dark academia libraries with old worn out books, greek statues in a museum, regal dresses and crowns, the sword in the stone, a room full of magic potions, discovering mysterious caves, leaving at sunrise and returning home at sunset, changing into comfy clothes after a long day, renaissance paintings

nihachu

running through a field of tall flowers, vanilla ice cream on a summer’s day, holding hands with your friends, vintage hair clips and accessories, the sound of crickets late at night, a forest full of pixies, the smell of fresh laundry and fruits, blossom trees, a day to the garden centre, friendship rings, an old french bakery, crystal collections, blanket forts and fairly lights, sleepovers full of giggles and secrets, ferris wheels at a fair, polaroid cameras, shadow photography, cycling through european cities

ha ahAh hA HA

kotlc characters as conversations i overheard at school

keefe: my sexuality is touch starved

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linh: DONT RUN AWAY FROM ME ITS NATIONAL HUG DAY

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grady to edaline: i want to stab everyone in this room.... besides you ofc

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fitz: jokes on you, my brother is bipolar AND a parasite to society

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sophie: so uh what's ur religion?

keefe: art.

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gisela: tyranny is hot.

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biana: if you have acne, you shall be eliminated.

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keefe: motHER TRUCKER!!!!

dex: hey hEY HEY we do NOT use that kind of language in here!

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linh: ugh my nat geo wild subscription is over dhmu

Snape: [dying] tell Joe, i loved her

Harry: who's Joe, professor?

Snape: Joe Mama

i cANT EVEN AHDKDNDHEKB 💕🥺💖💞🤧💗✨

for the sophie x reader (established relationship for this idea) maybe the reader is afab and is on their period and they're having an /awful/ time and sophie is taking care of them and comforting them etc? idk its a stupid idea but maybe you'll like it.

“I’m going to die.”

Sophie looks over from her homework. She swivels the chair around and smiles at you tenderly, her bun flopping as her head tilts. “Painkillers not kicking in yet?”

“No,” you grumble, burrowing farther underneath the covers. You smush your face into your pillow so that your voice is muffled as you whine. “My body hates me.”

“You have to wait a few minutes,” Sophie reminds gently. You can hear that soft smile in the way she speaks to you, but you don’t have the energy to look over at her - even if the sight of her smiling would probably make you feel a little better.

“It’s been years.”

Sophie chuckles at your insistence. You hear the desk chair creak as she stands and the flower petals crush beneath her soft-soled shoes as she pads over to you. Your face is still buried in one of the pillows as you feel her hand reach down and begin to rub your back.

“Do you need anything?”

You hear the sweet understanding in the tone of her voice. With a sigh you pull your head out from the fluff of the pillow. Sophie looks at you fondly, like she knows your pain and you have to fight the urge not to burst into tears. You don’t even know why you want to cry - maybe it’s the cramps, maybe it’s the fact that you’ve had to pee for the past five minutes but don’t want to get out of bed, or maybe it’s because you’re so thankful to have someone who sets aside their homework due the following morning just so they can comfort you in your time of need.

You ponder Sophie’s offer. As much as you want to stuff yourself full of ripplepuffs and custard bursts and every treat known to elves, you know it would hurt you in the end. Your stomach would grow upset and keep you from the sleep you so desperately need. And as much as you want a bath and to get out of the pajamas you haven’t change for the past few days, you know you do not want to get up.

So, you hold out your hand.

Sophie’s smile softens at it, knowing what you need. “Okay,” is all she says. She starts to take off her shoes and discard her cape on the floor so that she can crawl into bed beside you. The mattress dips with her weight and she shifts close enough to you that you can feel her breath tickling her cheeks and her legs tangling with yours, but not to the point where it’s considered cuddling. She knows you’re too hot and stuffy to want that much contact. But she does reach over and start to console you by rubbing your hip.

“You want some slumberberry tea?” Sophie asks. “I think it would help you sleep.”

You shake your head. You can’t stomach anything right now. Not even tea. “No thanks.”

“Do you want me to book you an appointment with the alicorn?” Sophie offers, cracking a grin when you let out a laugh.

“No,” you say. As much as you love the dreams Silveny gives you, you just want uninterrupted rest. No weird, sugary dreams. “I think I just want to sleep on my own.”

“You need me to do anything for you?”

You think about it for awhile. Then you pipe, “You think Elwin can surgically remove my uterus?”

Sophie bursts into a fit of giggles. “No, no surgery. I can stay here, though, if that’s what you want.”

You nod. “Yeah,” you say, already feeling the drowsiness begin to burn behind your eyelids. “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” Sophie agrees with a smile. You can’t help but return it.

Sapnap: I wish you could block people in real life.

George: Restraining order.

Dream: Murder.

SPOILER ALERT FOR UNLOCKED

after reading unlocked, i have a few things to say:

1. UH SOPHIE WAS SUCH A BADDIE! I LOVE HER! LIKE SHE HAD SO MUCH CONFIDENCE AND AHJDKDKDJDND THE MOONLARK SYMBOL IN THE SAND!! WOWOWOWOWOWO WHAT A POWERMOVE! AND THE SASS! AND SARCASM! I CANT- AND OH! THE WAY SHE TALKED TO CASSIUS.... AHH!!!!

2. keefe. is. a. dumb. ass.

while i COMPLETELY understand WHY he did what he did, i wish more than anything that he had a bit more character development to not freak out and run.

3. fitz isn't recieving my forgiveness due to the way he handled the keefe situation <3

4. DADWIN!!!!! MY HEART CANT HANDLE THE WHOLESOMENESS AHDJDKHDISNDHDJN!!! TUMBLR PALS, YOU ALL RLLY DID THAT!!

AND THE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT STUFFED ANIMAL ROOM I CANT- AJDLDMRJKRMR

also shannon 100% included that just so we wouldn't murder her for the ending

5. i want to know what the fuck is up with cassius

also funny how his first instinct was to run away as well... huh.

6. the- the edaline scene 🥺

7. mr. forkle came through again. he rlly showed up and was the cool one tm and i'm not mad about it at all. forkle is on team baddie sophie and i love it.

sophie: i have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life

forkle: i know this and i love you

8. i am heartbroken for dex. like he is so selfless and just a little cinnamon roll and he did so much for keefe and he stayed up all night for him and now he has to keep the talentless secret and on top of that keefe just LEAVES AFTER ALL DEX DID FOR HIM I CANT IMAGINE HOW THAT MUCH HAVE FELT

9. since i genuinely don't know how shannon is going to tie this whole series up with a nice little bow with only one more book i have a few suggestions for her:

sophie stays officially single, everyone goes to therapy, keefex becomes canon, elwin adopts keefe making dadwin official, prentice and wylie start a band, keefe kills gisela by shoving an entire fucking gulon up her asshole, sophie goes sicko mode and just kills off everyone in the neverseen in an epic battle, and everyone lives happily ever after!!!

for the sake of your mental stability... don't think about dex's reaction to finding out about keefe running away again...

but more importantly, don't think about elwin's.

my official unlocked review

MAJOR SPOILERS TURN BACK NOW IF U HAVENT READ IT🥰

to start off my rating is 12/10. fantastic writing. very emotional. i went through the full range of emotions from wheezing to crying to straight up just gasping. anyways some honorable mentions from this book:

- the detention slips from keefe were HILARIOUS

- keefes memory journals made me cry my eyes out i love him he does not deserve all he’s gone through

- why does stina have a registered spyball i just wanna know

- fitz trying hard to improve! sophie actually communicating with him!

- THE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT STUFFED ANIMAL ROOM ARE U A C T U A L L Y KIDDING THIS REDEEMED 2020

- DEX AND KEEFE DEX AND KEEFE DEX AND KEEFE

- FUCKING DADWIN ARE U JOKING I GENUINELY HAD TO PUT MY BOOK DOWN I WAS SO HAPPY I CANT BELIEVE YALL MANIFESTED THAT

- sophie’s BADASSness. sis really said screw off all adult figures i’m sick of u i’m just yoloing it. the fact that she put the moonlark in the sand of the burned down base- i- I LOVE SOPHIE ELIZABETH FOSTER- also the fact that forkle is SO proud lmao- everyone’s yelling at her and he’s just like “that’s my girl”

- glimmer is such and interesting character- honestly just what the black swan needed.

- once again dex and keefes moments were precious and i loved the variety and it wasn’t just the love triangle and i am pleased

- the ending! with grady! my heart is shattered into two but it was so well done

overall i am mentally unstable but like satisfied mentally unstable ya feel.

ADHD KEEFE??? ADHD KEEFE CANON ACCORDING TO SHANNON???? HELLO??? MY LONGEST YEAH BOY EVER???

i've been mia on tumblr to try and procrastinate reading unlocked but i- uh- i finally forced myself to read it and um let's just say i'm not okay mentally

favorite corpse husband quotes:

“chicken wing chicken wing-“

“i’m a silly goose, i gotta be”

*recites fucking SHREK IS LOVE SHREK IS LIFE*

*sends “IM CRYING” into the among us ghost chat*

*sees painting* “DA VINKI?”

*looks at friend’s dead body* “hold on i gotta get this for instagram”

“i feel something warm... it’s SHREK”

“i wear an elmo plush on my face when i sleep... and it.. uh.. it asphyxiates me”

THE PURE SEROTONIN THIS GAVE ME I CAN'T-

You should do some Blind!Keefe headcannons! But there's more: Blind!Keefe headcannons.... and make it SoKeefe

...i think y’all have figured out that the magic word to get me to do anything is ‘sokeefe’.

well, here goes nothing.

Sophie’s a big part of Keefe’s support after the head trauma incident that causes him to go partially blind. She sticks with him in the Healing Center while he’s unconscious and stays with him when he wakes up and comforts him when they discover what happened.

Elwin offers elixirs and possible treatment options, but Keefe denies all of them. He knows his life won’t be made miserable by the impairment. He knows that he can get along with his life and live it normally. But... it’s also a little scary, if he’s being honest.

Sophie and Elwin listen to him intently while he talks about it, pointing out his concerns. Sophie holds his hand all throughout it, noticing the way his eyes remain shut. She knows it’s probably not her business and it could be offensive to be curious, but she wonders if his eyes have clouded over like she’d seen humans do with cataracts. She wonders how he sees things, since they know his blindness is partial and his vision isn’t fully lost.

Elwin leaves the room at one point to make a few calls, so Sophie and Keefe are left alone on the cot together. Keefe leans his head on Sophie’s shoulder. She makes sure to hold his hand in a secure grasp, letting him know she’s there. She wants to talk to him, but she’s unsure of what there really is to say. She’s unsure of how he’s feeling about it, too. He seemed disappointed and she could imagine he was terrified, but there had also been something strong and steady in his shoulders during Elwin’s briefing on how his life would continue to move forward, from then on. He had seemed... peaceful. Ready.

Sophie swallows. She works up the courage to ask him what he can see.

Keefe doesn’t answer right away and she’s scared that she pushed too far too soon, but Keefe eventually replies, informing her that what he can see just manages to look like a blur of smudgey colours and blinding light. His peripheral vision is entirely gone, too.

Sophie doesn’t quite get it. Keefe feels it. He sits upright, taking his head off her shoulder, eyes remaining closed. And he offers her to look at his most recent memory.

Sophie blinks at him at first, unsure of whether to decline or accept. He’d opened his eyes briefly when he’d woken up and had tensed shut not long after - that had to be the memory he wanted her to look at.

It takes her a bit to process what her decision is, but she manages to accept.

She places her fingers on his temples. Their minds pool together like ink.

When she sees the memory, it turns out that Keefe was right. It was just a mash of colour. The memory looked like he was peering at the world through a stained glass window. Sophie couldn’t even recognize that it was the Healing Center - not unless she focused really hard. And his entire peripheral vision was. . . Totally absent. Erased from existence.

Sophie doesn’t get the chance to dwell on it because her head flashes with pain at the severity of the light Keefe sees. She winces as memory Keefe’s neck aches and his eyes sting from the light. The throbbing in his head cools when his eyes close.

Sophie replays the memory once more. Then she leaves his head in silence. They don’t say anything to one another for a bit. They just sit and listen to Elwin calling people from the other room.

Minutes later, before Elwin returns, Sophie softly promises to help Keefe readjust when he’s discharged. Keefe’s mouth tickles with a smile for the first time since he’d woken up. He gives her hand a squeeze.

Despite Sophie promising this, she didn’t actually expect him to call on her a lot. (Keefe tended to be pretty reclusive when it came to vulnerability.) So, when she gets back to Havenfield and receives twenty or so hails and messages on her Imparter, it’s safe to say she’s more than a little surprised. Not only because it was so soon - she’d only departed the Healing Center and dropped off Keefe at the Shores of Solace around an hour before - but also because... it was a little staggering, having him immediately ask for help when he needed it. But it was nice to see him let his guard down, nonetheless. (Keefe always had trouble with admitting when he needed help, but after his vision loss, he seemed to appreciate her presence more.)

Sophie spends the majority of her days helping Keefe readjust to his new lifestyle. One of the big things that they work on together is re-learning the layout of his house; and Keefe’s photographic memory really serves as an aid. It helps him retain the layout of places much faster so that he can easily navigate them without his sight. Of course, there are still some bumps in the road while figuring out the layout of places - namely the fact that he doesn’t enjoy stumbling around feeling for everything while trying to make a mental map of it.

Sophie also quizzes him on the layout of a room and he has to get it right before they can leave and move on to the next.

Keefe hates it.

But... he is also very thankful that she sticks around and helps out. (And even if the situation starts out as frustrating, he really appreciates getting to hear her giggle every time he bumps into something and swears.)

Another thing she helps him with is setting up and installing a spectral mirror. He never really considered it until the morning after his discharge, but he quickly finds it’s a little difficult to pick out an outfit to wear.

With the help of Dex, Sophie picks out a mirror she thinks Keefe’ll vibe with and they get it set up in his room. Keefe takes pretty well to the new friend (even if it’s a mirror bossing him around on what to wear. But, hey, who is he to argue? He can’t really see.)

Even with all that, however, doesn’t mean Keefe isn’t independent. He took it upon himself the moment he got out of the Healing Center to begin to re-learn how to go about daily activities under the laws his new normal circumstances. Keefe learned braille very quickly, figured out a way to cook on his own (Sophie was horrified when she first found him baking unsupervised), got a support cane and got adjusted to purposely breaking some of Cassius’s potted plants and decorations with it walking around with it, and a lot of other things.

Since Keefe can no longer see the people that enter the room or that address him, he learns to identify them by their voice or by cues they bring up in conversation (such as if they reference the last time they met or a conversation they last had). Keefe identifies people by their voice easily, but he doesn’t exactly need it for Sophie. She doesn’t seem to realize she’s given him multiple ways to identify that it’s her entering the room - and one of them happens to be her charm bracelet.

He first noticed that it made a lot of tinkling on her wrist back when he had his vision. The loss of sight didn’t improve his hearing at all, so it wasn’t like the noise was keener or anything, but it did make him more aware of the sounds around him. As a result, he notices the little things more often: like her bracelet.

Keefe won’t admit it, but he’s grown to enjoy the little jingling it makes on her wrist as she talks with her hands (he assumes she’s talking with her hands, at least. It begins to make a ton of noise when she’s talking) and he likes the little clack it makes when it comes in contact with the marble countertops in the kitchen as she prepares them a snack. He swears that his brain has been conditioned to associate happiness with that sound (I mean, it’s attached to Foster, so. What can he say?)

It goes without saying that since he lost his sight, touch is a lot more intimate and important to him. He had always been a touch-starved kind of person and he loved the physical affection he got, but now that craving had been amplified to double what it was previously.

Keefe doesn’t really beat around the bush for hugs, anymore. Or hand-holding. Or anything touchy. He’ll upfront ask for whatever it is he wants.

Sophie has yet to turn him down.

The first time Keefe asked for something, it was. . . A little more sheepish than what Keefe’s usual rhythm was. It wasn’t snarky and it wasn’t smooth and it wasn’t really a question at all; more of a bargain.

Sophie had been helping him to learn to re-navigate the living room in the Shores of Solace, letting him plot out his mental map, when he’d tried to strike a deal with her.

It was simple, she had to give it to him. Really simple, actually. She didn’t even have to sacrifice anything.

If Keefe got the layout right on the first try when she quizzed him, he wanted a dance with her in return - around the room, of course.

Keefe played it off as an excuse for “more efficient plotting” of the room.

Sophie was very glad he wasn’t able to see her blush. (Still, that didn’t stop him from feeling the butterflies tickle her stomach.)

Sophie agreed. 

In the end, Keefe did soar through her quiz with flying colours: which meant she owed him a dance.

Sophie stalled for a little bit, saying she needed to get her iPod to put on music so they’d have a beat, but once the melody started playing. . . Keefe had to admit it was a nice touch.

It was. . . a little awkward at first. Sophie was really fussy. Keefe swore all of her nerves had been set on fire. But a minute into it, Sophie had relaxed - for the most part. The butterflies in her stomach managed to do a few backflips every time he readjusted his hand on her waist or the small of her back.

He really, really enjoyed holding her waist like that or slipping his hand over the small of her back. She felt. . . So. . . Close to him. And not just physically.

Sophie seemed to agree, even if she was nervous all through it. Time flew past them and they didn’t know how many times the song had started over and replayed itself. With each passing minute, their limbs grew more relaxed and they melted into one another. Sophie wound up resting her head on Keefe’s chest.

Keefe tried not to let the pounding of his heart get too loud, fearing she’d hear it. Then she laughed.

“We haven’t done much plotting of the room. We’ve been in the same place for awhile.”

Keefe laughed back. “I think I like swaying more than plotting, don’t you?”

“Mm. I think so,” she agreed softly. Then he could feel her heart doing that beautiful flutter-thing again. And he smiled.

It was over too soon. He prayed to the universe that he’d get the chance to do that again soon, the moment she slipped away from him and the music turned off.

Keefe had loved it more than he would ever admit to her face (for fear of her becoming so flustered that she vow to never do it again.)

Another thing Keefe loves is cuddling. It doesn’t exactly matter where they are; Keefe tries to get in some cuddle time with Sophie. Sophie’s a little flustered every time his hands meet her waist or brush against her arm and he tries to tug her closer, but she happily embraces him.

Keefe likes being the big spoon and the little spoon equally. However, he most often goes for being the little spoon - namely because he likes to hear Sophie’s soft breathing and her heartbeat. He listens to it thumping steadily, nuzzles his face against her chest, and lets the pitter-patter drift him off to sleep. He really likes getting to cuddle up under her chin and snuggle his face into the crook of her neck and hear her laugh softly in a breathy exhale through her nose. He likes feeling the vibrations in her chest and throat as she talks to him in whispers.

Keefe swears he gets a jolt of serotonin whenever Sophie runs her fingers through his hair.

Sometimes Keefe does get a little sad that he can no longer see. It’s frustrating because he knows what’s now absent and he can’t do some things the same as before (like drawing, for example).

One time Sophie was with Keefe and she noticed he was looking down. It took a few tries, but after repeatedly asking for him to admit to her what was going on, he told her he wished he could still see her.

Once her surprise wore off (which took a bit of time), she stood from their seats and took his hands.

“Where are we going?”

“To the bathroom.”

“Why are we-”

Sophie stood in front of the mirror with Keefe at her side for a second. When she asked him for permission to enter his mind, he let her in without a second thought. And she transmitted a memory to him.

It was her and him, only a moment before, standing in front of the mirror. And he could see her - through her own eyes, of course, since it was her visual memory. She smiled and waved at the mirror.

Keefe’s chin trembled as he watched memory Sophie tug him closer to her side by his hand.

He may or may not have teared up a little.

In spite of the fact that Sophie knows Keefe can maneuver really well all on his own, she became very tempted to get him a little companion. And it took a few weeks, but she gradually gave in to the urge and got Keefe a guide dog, of sorts.

Lodestar (Lodie, for short) wasn’t really that much of a guide dog, if they were being honest. Keefe got around good on his own - and he had a cane as a backup, anyways. Lodie did, however, end up being an important companion to Keefe.

Keefe takes Lodestar e v e r y w h e r e. You don’t see him without that dog. They’re inseparable (it’s precious, honestly.)

The rest of the gang most definitely doesn’t mind the puffball trailing along during group hangouts, though.

Now that Keefe can’t see facial cues or read body language, he’s pretty afraid of having no way of knowing when people are angry at him. So, if he suspects that someone’s in a bit of a sour mood because of him, he’ll softly ask to hold their hand. (He wants to sense their emotions to make sure they aren’t mad. And if they are, he tries to make it up.)

(Though, let’s be honest: anytime he gently asks to hold someone’s hand like that and looks all squirmy, they don’t really stay angry.)

okay if no one else is going to say it i will... sophie was 100% a dan and phil stan

i tried to watercolor linh and tam but it clearly didn't work out that well lmao

THIS IS ADORABLE

hi so i’m terrible at art but i did a lil cartoon elwin and bullhorn because they are absolutely adorable and i love them🥰

keefe: name a more iconic duo than my fear of abandonment and my instinct to self-isolate. i’ll wait.

sophie: you and me.

keefe, tearing up: alright

i just finished legacy and i still don't understand what exactly the neverseen are trying to accomplish

this book was so intense that i didn't even have time to be that funny 😔

jillian reads kotlc part 6 (nightfall)

“i would pay my entire nonexistent birth fund to see the silver pants dance scene that shannon keeps teasing us with”

“fitz is forcing keefe to apologize for his mistakes and it's making me despise his presence again like mind your own business you teal eyed whore”

“is the whole sophie x dex moment in this book? bc i feel like it's going to happen soon- also idk what crush cuffs are but they have been mentioned a minimum of 30x on a single page” (me: OH NO)

“i don't think i've ever loved anything like i love keefe sencen- he defeated shrek AND sophie's anger issues in one scene”

“so ur telling me keefe basically has fiona as his bodyguard and you didn't tell me”

“when keefe sends sophie those rushes or whatever he is basically sophie’s serotonin dealer”

“why are elves so gosh darn horny over eye colors”

FINAL REVIEW:

9/10, “overall the sokeefe moments slapped but it was disappointing knowing sophie was going to throw that all away and date fitz in the next book- because yes, i got that spoiler”

keefe's betrayal looks a lil different here