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SIMONE ASHLEY as KATE BRIDGERTON BRIDGERTON — 3x01: Out of the Shadows
when
does a Man become a Monnnnsterrrrr????
558 men
who died under your command
Captain
Captain
Captain
CAPTAIN
WHY WOULD YOU LET THE CYCLOPS LIVE WHEN RUTHLESSNESS IS MERCY—?!
he’s like a worm inside my brain. it’s okay he can be in there.
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also this up-skirt shot is so powerful. director knew what he was doing with the subtext here.
this Logan variant is serving cunt. look at that stance and that mane. dude probably gives aggressive back alley blowjobs with too much teeth for petty cash or something.
Seeing him like this makes her heart break. Were she able to express anything other than an emotionless face, that would be obvious. Holly would take the bottle from him and set it down gently, to bring him in and lay his head on her chest and to pat at him, shushing. To tell him everything is all right, that she's here and she won't be going anywhere ever again. But that dream is short lived.
Holly now wonders if it was Nick's doing, getting him to drink. Of course Holly didn't tell him about it. It was told in confidence that it wouldn't leave the room, and it never did. But she wonders how it has taken an affect on him. That won't do, she'll have to sober him up.
" Ich habe dich auch vermisst. " She said. Though his eyes are obstructed by his hands. When they come into view once more, she brings her hands up to sign, in her god awful sign language ( for beig a polyglot, she was never able to get a full grasp on sign language ) something akin to ' miss you '.
Lips pull into a tight line, pale scar across the flesh of her neck as she swallows. She's becoming increasingly aware of her standing out in the open where their neighbors could see. Holly now wonders if the neighbors tried to help him. Holly always did with them... the woman hoped they could only return the favor, even if it wouldn't ease the pain he had gone through completely.
" Did you throw out my clothes ?? " She asks. This tie dye shirt and bright pink shorts were hardly her style. Especially not one with profanity in big block white letters across her chest. God she hopes not. After having spent all that time with hardly anything on and then to this after god knows how long, she's dying to get back into some sort of normalcy. Normal clothes, normal house, normal husband, normal fucking life.
She'll never be normal again.
Hugo hesitated the first time Nick offered him a drink. He vaguely remembers staring at the bottle, noting it was the same brand of whiskey Holly liked. Despite never drinking it himself, he had remembered because regardless of his feelings, she liked it.
Nick wouldn't have known. He doesn't think Holly would have told him about...everything. That was a secret he told only to her in the dark one night. A secret that died with her...but what did he have to lose now? He had always worried that if he ever did partake, he would become like his mother; cruel and abusive. And he couldn't take the chance of becoming someone he wasn't and hurting her. Not her.
He had accepted because if he did become cold-hearted, who would blame him? If he became belligerent, who would shame him? For all he's suffered, the world owed him something.
What happened after was almost comical— he grew silent. He grew numb. Instead of an outpouring of those difficult emotions he's been grappling with, it seemed to lock it all away. Nick had cried and Hugo had stared at the ground between their feet where his tears fell, noting how his own eyes watered but would never spill over. Didi had locked herself in a room, refusing to speak to anyone, the occasional sound of shattering glass being heard through the door.
When she had finally emerged, she would just look at him— and he knew what she was thinking behind those dull eyes. He had always been wary of her, what with her temper and her violence...she seemed unstable but with how she looked at him then, he thinks that she was just hurt. Now he felt the same hurt.
And they both had the same idea. An awful, terrible idea. One that Hugo would have never even considered...up until the moment he saw Holly on the slab.
He didn't really do it for Holly. Vengeance wouldn't bring her back and he knew that even with the grief and the numbness...but it could be stopped. A good life was lost and it felt necessary to take another to rectify it. Maybe so they could all sleep better at night. Maybe because they would know that the monster that haunted their nightmares would no longer be around.
Hugo doesn't think back to what he did. It was done, like the many he killed during his service. If anything, it was the one noble murder he's ever committed, if such a thing made sense. Well, none of it made sense, did it? Because they still hurt in the end. It hadn't really gotten better.
So he continued to drink, if only to dull his senses. He didn't need to think about how he wasn't there for her. He didn't need to think about what happened to her. How scared she must have been—
The knock doesn't reach him. Not the first nor the second time/ No, what catches him is the movement— he was in the dark now, no lights on, curtains closed, not a speck of sunlight breaching his space regardless of the brightness outside.
Except for the light that poured in from the glass panes in the door. It was an old-fashioned sort of thing, but a door was a door. He never really thought of changing it. And now someone's head was bobbing about, obscuring the only light he had.
He answers only so he could ask them to leave. Nick would have texted first. Didi would have snuck herself in somehow. Anyone else had enough good sense to leave him be.
Once again, he's left silent. For a brief moment, he doesn't think she's real. More like...something to taunt him with. A trick of the eye, a drunken hallucination, something his brain wants him to see, to force him to remember.
But she speaks and— well, if he had dreamed her up, he might have heard her. He can still recall what a woman's voice sounds like. Maybe it wouldn't be hers, but he could imagine. He could have heard it and considered it a dream.
But he can't. And that's why he doesn't think it's a dream. The back of his hand presses into his mouth and his nose as he feels his eyes water once more, fingers still clutching onto the bottle for dear life. If someone were to tell him he'd get another chance to see her again, he would have assumed he would feel elated. That he'd cherish that moment for as long as he lived. Now, with her in front of him again, seemingly alive, he could only feel shame.
"I thought you were—" She must know what he thought. "I didn't—" He didn't save her. He hadn't been there. And Hugo didn't think he'd ever be redeemed for that.
There's a sniff, rough hands rubbing at his face harshly, trying to push those tears away. Maybe he didn't deserve this second chance. Maybe this all was a dream. Maybe...there are so many maybes, but what he knows is that right now, he could see her. Maybe he won't tomorrow. Maybe not in an hour. But right now he could.
Scarred lips pull into the smallest of smiles, the smallest gesture of joy he's been able to express in a year. "...Ich habe dich vermisst, Mausbär."
Oh god
I just thought of this theory so now I’m going to inflict it on all of you because I am no longer well after thinking this:
Magic existed in Albion long before Merlin and Arthur, et cetera, did. And based on canon - the books, the tales, even the geography and beings - magic used to be massive in Albion. A huge part of life and nature and living. Then Arthur is born and Ygraine dies and the Purge begins. Magic is killed off, reduced and nearly wiped out; thousands of species go extinct, entire cultures are burnt, and hundreds of millennia of knowledge are erased. So as a last resort to save itself, Merlin is born.
Merlin - Emrys - Magic Itself/Incarnate.
All of this desperate power is out there and channelled into one single being. Think of it, all the land's magic rushing into a single entity and given life, evolved from having existence in everything to truly living and experiencing a concentrated point. Maybe this is why Merlin has such a deep connection with everything, because he has existed before as something so much greater than the human mind.
I think this is why he is Emrys, why Emrys is immortal, you can't kill Magic, Albion's world doesn't work that way. There is the balance of life to maintain.
This is where Arthur and the Prophecy of the Once and Future King come in: Merlin and Arthur are greatly connected. It's Arthur's birth that forces Merlin into creation and it's together that they are meant to bring greatness to the land.
Except they don't, Albion's 'Golden Era' doesn't come. Arthur dies and Merlin continues living because Magic cannot die. Centuries pass, Merlin is missing his other half and Magic continues to disappear because Merlin and Arthur didn't save it.
So there is a build up, Magic keeps going to Merlin to protect itself, Albion ages and falls and is rebuilt over and over again into something new with each passing century. As time progresses Magic turns to its greatest source - the undying force of magic, the greatest concentration of it given life - and because of this the land slowly forgets that it even had magic to begin with.
This is what forces Albion's Greatest Need. The balance cannot handle this, the land cannot handle this and so Arthur returns to save it all.
He is Merlin's other half - their destinies are literally written and entwined with one another.
They would figure out that Magic had disappeared from the land and that it was why Arthur was back, but it would be Merlin to realise where Magic had gone to and what it would take for it to be brought back.
Merlin would have to die for Albion to be saved. His life would have to end and return to its previous state of unconscious sentient existence.
But how can someone that cannot die stop living?
It's easy really: have their other half of their soul - the one that they were born for, who they live for and exist for - kill their physical body with an immortal blade.
Only Arthur wielding the Excalibur would work. After all, Arthur was the reason that Merlin was born, so who's to say that Arthur's not the reason Merlin dies?
i’ve been thinking about codywan a lot and i couldn’t help myself
"you are the only person in the world who understands me and went through the same thing as me but we can't find it in ourselves to be there for each other"
the way ellie stabbed that zombie the same place she did the one in the cumberland farms basement.
i hate you, but i love you
Severing the Ties
based on this post bc i wanna make everyone sad after the exciting morning we’ve had. :)
Word Count: 891
nothing too drastic, just a lot of angst.
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I just finished series 1 of Daredevil and I cannot get out of my head that Wesley is just evil Ianto Jones
Hi! Adira Tal would read Sprik fanfic. This came about from a convo with @ashlexzz. I showed Ashlexzz Coleydoesthings (fanfic youtuber very good go check her out) I showed them this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sq3iQnkXA7s
Ash: THE SHIRT???? PROBABLY READING SMUT?? HELLO I CNAT 👀
Me: Put Adira in it lol.
Ash: I CNAT U WANT ME TO DRAW THEM IN TGAT SHIRT I can't so u want me to draw adira with what shirt
Me: DO IT!!! Just Adira then gray is the most normal fanfic shirt ever.
Ash: hmmm I'll do it:333
Me: I mean it would be funny but only if you want to man. LOL. Their reading Sprik fanfic lol i am killing myself.
Ash: I think imma do adira with That or naw:3 GIGGLING okay imma put that in art I should draw for later:33
The shirt says "probably reading smut".
I can't do this anymore! I am so tired and laughing so much. God Damnit I will regret this in the morning I can just tell. If you see art of this I am sorry!!!! Also tag me Ash.
The way the speak just by looking is just just just just--RRAAHHHH! The acting is so incredible. Absolutely astounding. They just- they're just like UUGHH their looks just read: Aziraphale: "...What did you do?" Crowley: "...You know Angel...don't make me say it...you know..."
