Tears of the hero 💔
That **** cut scene!! Look, BoTW had already broke me...HARD. But Tears of the Kingdom ripped my heart out and crushed their cigarette on it after taking a puff.
At that exact moment, Link becomes a sleep-deprived mad man on a quest for revenge, fueled by his rage and despair.
Needless to say I went John Wick on Ganondorf's @$$ . Gloom hands? I eat them for breakfast.
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okay okay but Cody in one of these shirts after the republic won the war (no order 66) and when Obi-Wan sees him again for the first time after Cody got his new wardrobe he's all flustered and says:
“you wear fine things well, Cody” :''*
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thinking of romcom kabumisu where mithrun's brother accidentally catches them in really awkward and suggestive situations (but half of those kbr really wants to get into mithrun's pants...)
LIKE kabru is all about courtship. The intricate dance of 'would u come w me for dinner,' 'can i ask for this one dance.' he is familiar with elven courtship, and even tho mithrun cares none about it, kabru wants to at least let mithrun's brother know. because mithrun cares for his brother
but then that doesn't mean kbms aren't intimate w each other. They are. VERY MUCH. and when they've just arrived home after dinner, hands on each other, lips barely leaving the other untouched, mithrun's brother is standing in front of their door, just right there, because apparently mithrun INVITED him to melini
mithrun totally forgot to tell kabru, and isn't apologetic about it (he honestly doesn't see the big deal. they've made out in front of kabru's friends and the king, what's there to be embarrassed of anymore??) meanwhile all of kabru's plans to impress mithrun's brother all crumble in a snap
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The thing that was the most expensive in Bruce's life, that had cost him the most dearly was control. He needed it. Needed it worse than breathing- each exhale cutting sharper - needed it like it could pull apart the strands of a life. It was the cost of staring at Joe Chill's dead body. It was the cost of disappearing from Gotham overnight. It was the cost he had impressed most on his children.
What we feel in here- Bruce's heart was a bat trapped in a cage, shrieking and flashing wings, fast-paced -he touched a hand over his chest. What we feel in here, we don't take out into Gotham. We don't give it to other people. We don't hurt. If we hurt, we don't, we don't.
Selina was leaving. He'd asked her to go. He'd told her he didn't love her. Couldn't love her. Not the way she wanted. Not the way he wanted.
Another failed relationship, Bruce concluded. Something the children would come to their own conclusion when they saw that he'd left her crying alone in the drawing room. But for now, he'd shelter them as best he could from Bruce's latest pearl in a necklace of mistakes.
He wasn't exactly the picture of mental health; and deep pain came out heavy, blunted and wishing it had a gun to shoot out Joseph Chill's brains. That was the monster not allowed in Gotham. And it was not allowed in the Cave, and certainly not around his children.
Breathing too fast, shoulders rising and falling, Bruce locked himself in his room. And then because that would never keep them out, shouldered his wardrobe- a heavy, old, expensive thing -until it was in front of the door. He couldn't put the security shields down on the windows without signalling the cave, but he could lock and secure them with one of Tim's expanding bo staffs.
That might keep the kids from worrying.
Or at least from getting in.
Long enough for Bruce to suddenly, control ripping out between his teeth with a roar of grief, lunge for the nearest object- a mirror over the desk. He picked it up, ribs singing with sore pain, and threw it across his room.
Alone.
Alone. Alley.
There was no method to it. Nothing meticulous. Just taking apart the room piece by piece, snarling and sobbing and keening.
Alone. Blood. He'd done everything- done anything- except be honest. Admit to being broken- wood splinters jammed in the heel of his hand, and he snarled aloud. Taking only a moment to bite them out with his teeth, before resuming the brutish, unexamined punching of his own things.
Wanted to exhaust himself. Wanted to curl up in the wreckage, panting and coated in sweat, no longer needing control. Remembering how even just a week ago, he had been so frantically desperate not to be alone, he had offered his body up like an apology.
How saying the words had been beyond apology: what was he thinking. He didn't need authenticity, didn't need to be a person, didn't need to be- words like aromantic, words like asexual, words like I can't love anything, I can't have what my parents had, is this how I was made or what I was made?
Exhaustion didn't come, only destruction. Only Bruce Wayne throwing a violent tantrum after a break-up he should have seen coming. Only trying to break anything but someone else. Knuckles bleeding, but numb as a boy in blood, Bruce just- he gave up. Dropped down onto the floor of his room. Knelt in the wake of his own faults and dropped his head into his hands.
G-d he hated himself.
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Why do I feel like while Rose is experiencing her first ✨Traumatic✨ doctor/unit thing (aka the end of the world) Fourteen and Donna have gone off on a besties weekend to some spa planet just chilling
Donna:you think Rose will be okay alone at work?
Fourteen: course it's Unit! It's the safest most secure place on your planet second only to my TARDIS.
Donna: I just keep worrying, going off like this...being unreachable yknow?
Fourteen: Nah, that's just parental Jitters you got to let her spread her wings, fly, learn to cope on her own all that other stuff people say. Besides, we deserve this.
Donna: your right. As you say when she's not home she's at unit, what's the worst that could happen?
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