I don't care if I knew it was coming, as I've seen spoilers for the show in the past. Watching Bobby Singer die and then his final word is calling them "Idjits" was so FREAKING PAINFUL. And then how his best memory was of the boys just bickering over movie snacks. MY TEARS. I'm still crying and will be for the next 37 years.
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extremely unfair that the yellowjackets got out of the wilderness just in time for veruca salt's breakup in 1998
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ain't no fucking way philza took a picture of the exact moment roier was longingly zooming in on cellbit while the brazilians were doing the never have i ever during festa junina
AND HE JUST GAVE CELLBIT THE PICTURE TODAY FOR HIS CASTLE
what kinda kismet/fate bullshit is this??? it's not even scripted!!! i doubt philza or cellbit even has a clue about the meaning of that picture kill me now
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Why do these shots look so uncomfortably similar? Did they do this on purpose? Were they meant to parallel each other - Remy being dead and Rogue feeling dead inside? Is that what this is signifying? Is that what they're telling us with this? Haven't we suffered enough?
These writers are fucking sadists...
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I hope we get a scene of Alicent with Aegon's body. If her son is damned to die, if she is damned to spiral into insanity, if she is to lose her life too the grief, let me see her with his body.
let her hold her baby in her arms one more time. let her wipe the blood that poured from his mouth and nose as he died. let her run her fingers over the viscous burns that adorn his skin. let her fix his hair. let her bathe him with a cloth as she had when he was a babe. let her kiss his cheek, his forehead, his hair, his hands. let her lay her head against him, hugging him like she had failed to do for years.
he was her firstborn and yet, her heart was still beating and his was not, she was not yet cold in her grave, no, no her son was cold, her flesh was warm, too warm. he was her baby, her son, the boy she tried so hard to protect, who had loved even when it hurt, who she had stood in front of a dragon for. she loved him, the very bones of him, and now he was dead.
let her lose her mind right there, in that room, still clinging to her body, one that's too cold, too still, too quiet. let her scream out to the gods, damning them, cursing them for taking her eldest son, amongst everything else in her life.
I want her to drive away anyone who tries to take him from her, forcing the silent sisters or whoever would be left to deal with his body at that point. let her curse and spit and claw at anyone who comes too close.
she would stay there for hours, reflecting on her memories of him. maybe she talks to him or hums a lullaby until she finally loses her battle with what remains of her consciousness and sanity, falling still against the table.
she dreams of Aegon, she dreams of the life she wish she could have provided, the life she had tried so hard to give him. a life where he was safe, a life where she had been a better mother, a life where she didn't need to live in and impose fear up on her children. maybe if she had tried hard enough he would still be alive, she'll think as she floats in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness.
she'll wake in plain chambers she only partly recognizes, she'll learn of her sons lackluster and sparsly accompanied burning, she'll learn her son was gone and she was alone. there won't be much of her left to care. she just continues dreaming, dreaming of her dead children and spiraling to madness until her broken heart finally gives out.
[my previous post inspired this, cause all I can think about now is Alicent mourning her son and its gonna put me in an early grave]
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Spoilers for Gotham war and Batman 145 (not explicitly mentioned by very heavily hinted at what happens)
Jason after what happened in Gotham War, doesn’t let what Bruce did to him stop him from protecting Gotham (as shown in Batman #145). Not many nights after Gotham war ended, Red Hood continued to fight crime. He sees you being cornered into an alley by multiple large men. His heart starts racing, and panic runs through his veins but he wasn’t going to leave you to fend for yourself and possibly end up hurt or worse. So he dropped down from his perch and came up behind them. He takes them out quickly with relative ease. That’s when you uncover your eyes and see him. He is nothing like you’ve heard. But also… seems terrified. So you approach, still pretty terrified yourself. You put your hand out and slowly grab his hand and sit next to him. You both eventually find relief and calm in not being alone to suffer your fear and the come down alone.
(Well… I tried! Hopefully it’s alright!❤️)
sksksjhdshhssh pls just you and jason sitting on a curb or an empty rooftop somewhere just talking about some random things to calm down. inside his head, jason knows he shouldn't be doing this (you're a civillan after all and you shouldn't be comforting him) but you're the only one easing his fear, holding and rubbing his hand through his leather gloves.
maybe he even swing you home or drive you home with his bike because he felt bad that you had to stay with him, calming him down and you wave him off, saying it's fine and that it's no problem or that you need it as well.
basically just a small hurt/angst with tons of fluff. thank you for this though!!! and no it was more than alright <333
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The Prisoner's Throne spoilers!!
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Oak spots Lady Elaine, whispering something to Lady Asha, Cardan’s mother.
WHY THE FUCK IS SHE STILL HERE!?!?!
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I can ACTUALLY just send you stuff?
your desire to double-check makes me worry what type of stuff you thought of
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