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Ok so it’s literally the middle of the night but I can’t sleep bc I feel like I broke the code or something (English is not my first language sorry for any mistakes plus im very tired so actually sorry for everything)
!spoilers ahead!
Ok, so… I don’t think Rose Quartz was the part of the The Great Diamond Authority BUT LISTEN UP first of all, she’s too small, second of all her gem isn’t a diamond and it’s placed on her stomach. Why the placement is so important? Well…
Both blue and yellow diamond have their gems on their chest, right?
And White Diamond’s gem is on her forehead.
There are two diamonds with a gem on their chest. And two diamonds (white and pink) with a gem on their forehead. It fits. Also there’s this:
Blue Diamond’s Pearl’s gem is on her chest. Blue Diamond’s gem is on her chest.
So if our Pearl’s gem is on her forehead it means Pink Diamond’s gem was also on her forehead.
And dont forget what Peridot said:
“Well, you’re a quartz. They’re huge, loyal soldiers”
So what I’m saying is Rose was Pink Diamond’s bodyguard but she killed the bitch and started a rebellion with Pink Diamond’s Pearl. This is also the reason why nobody is talking about Pink Diamond – it’s simply because she failed.
That is all, I can finally sleep in peace, goodnight
I LIKE THIS it also explains why all the gems ONLY call each other by gem name, nothing else, ever, and they call rose quartz, rose quartz. it seems like if she was a pink diamond they’d still be calling her that, the renegade diamond, or something.
“Here.” Eliot threw a navy blue sweater in Quentin’s direction. It landed exactly in his lap. It was all warm, soft, expensive material. Quentin couldn’t quite imagine Eliot wearing it. And yet – it definitely was a piece of him, piece of his clothing, comfort he had not experienced before – at least not from a friend. “You alright?”
Quentin shrugged. Of course he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to admit it – at least not out loud. He couldn’t lie either and so he decided to stay silent. For his own good. “Oh, Q. You need another drink, don’t you. And maybe …” Eliot stopped talking for a second or two, seeking the right words, which itself was quite an unusual situation. “What?” Finally, Quentin looked up at him. His voice shaking as much as his hands. “I was thinking.” He sat right beside Quentin. Q could smell his breath, something familiar in it. The smell of Merits mixed perfectly with the smell of red wine, it felt almost like home. “Maybe I could offer a distraction.” A strand of Quentin’s hair right between Eliot’s fingers. A smile. Oh that smile. In that moment Eliot was a wolf, Quentin was a lamb. And he knew he should run, run away and never look back. He didn’t want to. All that was about to happen – he was willing to accept it, and worse … enjoy it. It all went slow and it was as simple as breathing . Eliot’s lips floating just above Quentin’s skin, not quite touching it yet. “Stop playing.” Quentin whispered, his cheeks burning. Eliot laughed, suddenly holding Quentin’s chin. Looking right into his eyes. “Make me.”
why can’t we just all agree that quentin and julia were both wrong for what they did/said but we should love them anyways? like ,,,,, calm your damn titties you hedge witches
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