crying shaking throwing up over Bobby telling Ravi and Eddie to harness up when usually it’s Buck and Eddie. because the last time Buck harnessed up he died
my dad called me this afternoon and just said "who the hell is paris campbell and have we vetted her. bowie is she worthy of marrying laura jane grace."
thinking about that 'die for me? no, live for me' post in regards to aelyn and chase b/c
him: incredibly reckless! very capable but also relies on uncanny luck. probably doesn't value his life that much and it it drives her up the wall "there's only one [MC] but there's a lot of chases out there." "not to me"
her: is not convinced that even if they pull off defeating the big bad that she'll come out the other end (esp not once she's fulfilled her 'purpose'). chase: 'i don't really want to stick around if you're not around so guess you better stay alive' but other then that she's impulsive and it often puts her in danger! see: wallmire
they're going to give each other grey hairs. but i think they're both really taking a chance with this relationship thing and neither of them would take it/recover well if the other died- esp so soon after getting together. 'so i guess we have to stay alive for each other'
I am haunted by the detailed, completed map of Hell that Edwin took notes on. You don’t understand, it makes me sick. It’s one thing to have a basic layout, a vague idea, or a rudimentary map but it was meticulously detailed. Down to doors and what they do and where they go. Down to secret spaces in the walls. He even knew what ringing an innocuous bell would do. It can only mean one thing. We don’t know when Edwin began trying to escape, but assuming he started from the get go, it means that he spent all his decades in Hell trying to find a way out. He never stopped running. And that is assuming he never stopped. From his second trip, we could see he resorted to his old ways and ran. But he was eventually caught, reduced to pieces. Even when Charles showed up, he didn’t seem very optimistic about their chances. He could feel every second of those 70 years. There were likely many times he fell to hopelessness, trembling in the corner watching himself be desecrated knowing it was going to happen again and again. How long? How many times did he try to be so, so quiet, hoping he would have a few moments before the next round? How many times did he muster the ability to run, just one more time? How long did it take him to run, discovering the ends of each ring? How many times did he sprint up, down, north, south, east, west, trying to escape? And what happened when he finally escaped? How long did it take for him to be able to relax, even a little? Because he can never relax. He must always outrun Death and her constituents because he can’t count on them to be fair. How many times does he look over his shoulder, waiting for the monster to claim its eternal meal once again? His breath of fresh air, his first taste of companionship in ages not only keeps him company, but sticks by him. And then, in that blessing there comes a curse, because now you have something to lose. Because when you taste ambrosia how can you return to starvation? He feels safe with Charles. Happy and comfortable, but the threat always lingers. And he knows that Charles couldn’t fend off Death. He never considered he could fend off Hell beasts; after all, he’s just a ghost kid. He watches innocents be slaughtered on repeat, unphased by the level of violence but no less affected by it, because no one has even a clue what it takes to be this kind. Even at his most happy, he has so, so much to lose and he goes back to Hell when hope was dangled in his face like the fruit of Tantalus. When he returns, he’s subjected to Hell once again, sustaining through torture that obliterates souls, only to watch his best friend, his confidant, his platonic soulmate, die horrifically. This woman who gave him sea-glass courage, so powerful and yet so fragile. Allowed him to be himself, gave him permission to do so. Was the openness to his closed self, and now she is gone. And he retains his composure, his stiff, British posture because it is what has saved him from madness and Despair, protected him, and now the world is darker without Niko Sasaki in it. But surely he saw this coming. After all, humans are messy. And yet, he shows up for their souls, time and time again.
I’m actually so ill about the fact that Andrew gave Neil the set of armbands and here’s why-
When Neil puts those one, his entire team will know that they’re covering up his scars. They’ll look at Andrew and suddenly see his own bands in a new light. Up until now Andrew hasn’t led anyone to believe he’s hiding anything under them besides his knives- but now that Neil is covered in scars, and now that he’s wearing identical armbands to Andrew- it wouldn’t take long to piece together why Andrew wears them.
Andrew didn’t just give him the armbands. He silently handed away his own cover from his teammates prying eyes. But he’d deemed Neil and Neil’s discomfort to be worth that. He sacrificed his own cover in favor of giving Neil a way to hide.
Welcome to my usual metas where we hyperfixate over Arthur Pendragon’s love for Merlin. Today’s episode features this scene right here:
To remind you of the context, it was s03e12 when Camelot was besieged and Arthur just ordered Gaius, Gwaine, and Elyan to go find shelter in the woods. A second later, he looks at Merlin, diverts his eyes, and tells him, “Merlin, you should go with them.”
Which btw translates, in Arthur Pendragon's dictionary, to: Merlin, I want you safe, I want you away from harm’s way, but Merlin, Oh Merlin, don’t leave me. I really don’t want you to leave me. I sustain my strength from you. You’re the bravest man I have ever met. I keep going because I know you’re there. Don’t go and leave me. I am urging you to go, but please don’t believe me.
I really just can’t. Because you guys, Arthur isn’t scared to go fight an entire army of the dead. He’s not scared that he is limping and injured and definitely won’t make it. He’s just scared to do it without Merlin.
And when Merlin looks at him and says, “Nah, I’ve seen the woods already”, Arthur knows Merlin had heard it all, and chose the kindest response possible that doesn’t spot on his worry and fear.