awkwardanxiousasexual · 4 months ago
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Do you think that in the time between finding the bodies and finding Viktors book, that five was holding out hope that Ben was still alive? Or maybe thinking that Ben caused the apocalypse somehow?
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kacievvbbbb · 2 months ago
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You know what I think is really fucked up is that this Ben obviously misses his siblings, his academy, soooo much and the narrative just..... doesn't care.
Whatever their problems were they were his siblings, his family and he watched them all die terrible tragic deaths before they ever got a chance to escape the clutches of their abusive father. And now he's stuck with this group who is insistent on seeing him as an asshole version of their ben that they and the narrative kinda act like his family never existed and that is so fucked up and such a missed opportunity.
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giant-ball-of-twine · 4 months ago
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Five straight up predicted the future when he told Luther to “stop hovering like an ambitious stripper” in season 2
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terrapia · 1 month ago
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What I am...is sexy trash!
↪ ROBERT SHEEHAN as KLAUS HARGREEVES in THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (2019-2024)
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avnasace · 3 months ago
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i do find it incredibly funny that in season 4 ben noticeably eyes the marigold bottle, takes the marigold bottle, disappears with said marigold bottle and then reappears with a round of glowing(!!!) drinks, yet the writers still decided that it wasnt obvious enough to us as the audience, and then made sure to verbally tell us that ben spiked the drinks with marigold. then they turn to klaus wondering why he is still normal, and then feel like they have to again verbally explain to us "ohhh you're sober!! thats why!!" when it was so clearly obvious.
but then they rushed everything else and left fifty thousand plotholes behind...
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laurrelise · 11 days ago
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i love them so so so much
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hey swedes, i know you guys were technically not great people and i do hate that you murdered hazel and elliot and all the other people you killed but i just want you to know you were all super iconic and i love you anyways mwah
also a bonus:
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icamefromadream · 3 months ago
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Luther: OK, so we're gonna do some acting, are you guys ready?
Ben: Shouldn't you call Allison in for this?
Luther: Nah, it's fine. So I'm gonna pretend to be a burglar, alright? We're gonna learn some self defense right now.
Five: Why can't we just use our powers?
Luther: Just pretend you can't, come.on.
All: Fine
Luther: OK so, gimme all your money or im gonna kill you!
Klaus: That's not very convincing Luth-y
Ben: Bold of you to assume I've got any money.
Five: Bold of you to assume I want to live.
Diego: Bold of you to assume you can kill me.
Klaus: Bold of you to assume I can be killed.
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tiredofthehumanlife · 9 days ago
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Oh baby my baby you're in your seventies and can't beat the dementia allegations
Can you say "Jesus Christ ell could you make a longer tilte"? And I'll tell you yes I could've but I didn't for your comfort you're welcome btw
Barbie dolls: Five Hargreeves x gn!reader
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Summary: uh right so you were with five during the apocalypse and then it's like set in season 2 but you like forgot all about your life and shit and five findz you and yada yada it's cute I think
Warnings: I said you were born is 2006 BUT IT MAKES SENSE I DID MATH FOR THIS OKAY OKAY YOU GUYS ARE THE SAME AGE, I made a timeline if you need it, you're married to him, five makes a half joke Abt you being an escapee from the insane asylum, it's a lil sad bc Five loves you and you don't even remember him but whatcha gonna do?, you ogle a stripper/burlesque dancer I KNOW THEY AREN'T THE SAME BUT LEAVE ME ALONE I DODNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO DRIVE, five ogles a stripper/burlesque dancer, open ended ending bc I got tired of writing about a season we've all already watched, that's it I think
Something has always felt off. You couldn’t remember anything before five months ago. There were faces around town that made you tilt your head because you were sure you knew them. Even the people you lived with hadn’t met you before five months ago. They found you standing on the sidewalk down some road, looking around like you’d never even seen a town before. They let you in. You got a bed and a roof all for free. They were taking care of you out of the goodness of their heart. You didn’t have the guts to not give them anything back so you got a job within your second month of living there. 
It was a fine job. You worked in a diner. It wasn’t anything crazy. It had milkshakes and a fine paycheck. It had red booths and a box pattern on the floor that you pretended was hopscotch when it hit a lull. Sometimes customers were rude but you spit in their food sometimes so you considered the world balanced. It was just a diner in the simplist terms. Nothing more. Nothing less. 
Something about it all just seemed off. You’d get songs stuck in your head that no one knew. You’d get Deja vu about things you couldn’t place. You’d see people stare at you like they knew you and when you walked by they seemed sad. You didn’t know who they were. You’d get this feeling like you missing something. You were homesick for a home you couldn’t remember. 
You were currently listening to your coworker telling you about his day as you scribbled into your server pad. You had a flower in the bottom corner and you were starting a new spiral. The bell above the door rang. You kept listening to your coworker. 
“Sit anywhere you’d like and we’ll be right with you.” You said, eyes still on the pad. Your coworker paused his spiel. You looked up from the pad to see what made him stop. A man who appeared to be your age walked straight across the diner floor. He was in a school uniform that you didn’t recognize and his eyes were set on you. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he walked to the counter in front of you. He sat in the barstool right across from you and smiled at you. He looked you up and down before sighing. 
“Hi.” He said it like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. It sounded like he was seeing an old friend again. His face gave you that same sick stomach feeling. You tilted your head, staring at his face to see if you could place it. Nothing. 
“What can I get you started with?” Your coworker said, picking up your slack. The man glanced over at your coworker and rolled his eyes before looking at you again. 
“Have we met before?” You asked, leaning onto the counter to give him your full focus. His smile fell a little, sitting back. He gestured to his chest subconsciously. 
“You don’t- you don’t remember me?” He asked, looking hurt. You shook your head. 
“No, I had a mishap five months ago. I can’t rember anything before that, so if we’ve met I’m sorry I’ve forgotten.” You said, shoving your server pad into your apron. The man’s eyebrows furrowed. He hummed. 
“That is horrific news.” He muttered. You shrugged. 
“Yeah.” 
“Well, I’m not sure what to do now.” He said, looking down at the counter. 
“You could order and I’ll give you my number before you leave so you can call me and maybe reinform me?” You said. The man looked up and nodded. He sighed and tapped the counter. 
Days later he was standing in the bedroom that was temperaily yours with a blackboard behind him. He turned to the blackboard writing something at the top. He pulled back and let you read it. ‘Your life for the past 50 years’ You snorted at his joke, looking over at him to see if he was laughing too. Your smile fell at the very serious look in his eyes. You tilted your head to the side. He pressed his lips together and shrugged. 
“Right, first things first. You’re in your seventies.” He said, clapping his hands together. You stared at him, realizing you might have let a crazy man into your home. 
“Right. You can tell by my loafers and shaw.” You muttered. He shrugged. 
“Second thing my name is Five.” You actually laughed at that. You had officially let a crazy person into your home. You leaned back on your bad, staring at the ceiling to laugh harder. 
“Course I’m seventy, and your name is Five. What’s next you’re going to tell me you’re a time traveler?” You joked, snorting again at your own joke. “Five” avoided your eyes and sighed. You gasped. 
“You are going to tell me you’re a time traveler.” You said, staring at him in shock. He turned back to the blackboard. His hand shot out, making a line across the board. “Five" drew a small vertical line at the start. You heard the chalk writing and then he pulled back. On top of the vertical line was ‘Birth (2006)’. Your eye twitched. 
Hours later the board was full to the max, Five was breaking a sweat, and you felt like your head was going to explode. You stood from the bed, pacing back and forth as Five pulled off his top blazer and rolled up his sleeves. He really was selling the substitute teacher look now. You huffed and faced him. 
“So just to recap, We got stuck in the apocalypse for 45 years. Then we were hired by basically an assassination team. Then we time traveled back to the ‘present’ which at the time was 2019. Then we didn’t stop the apocalypse and time traveled again so we didn’t all die. Your time travel shit knocked my memories out of my ear or whatever. We got trapped in the 60s and you just got here. There are 5 other people in this town who are also time travelers. You and your siblings have superpowers. And there’s another apocalypse coming. Is that right?” You said, counting on a finger at each new event. Five hummed, tapping the chalk against the side of his face and turning back to the board. He looked at the chalkboard covered in white lines. It was honestly hard to look at and you were curious as to how either of you were still standing up right. Five clicked his tongue. 
“Oh! Also, we’ve been married for decades. Coming up on 36 years or something along those lines. It’s a little hard to keep track with all the time travel but once I get my hands on a calendar I can let you know specifics.” Five said, adding another note to the board. You stared at him for a moment. He turned around and gave you a small smile. 
“Well, isn’t that wild? What a life huh? You know not to be rude but if all of this is true, and that’s a major if, why would I want to go back to a life like that? I mean running from apocalypses, apocalypsi? Ends of the world. Actually, I'm an assassin. I know it’s a lame life but I think I’d rather work at the diner.” You said, sitting down on the edge of the bed again. Five chewed on his lip, setting the piece of chalk down. He settled next to you sighing on his way down and making you believe the 70-year-old spiel a little more. 
”If you want to stay here, you can. I won’t stop you. I’m not going to force you to come with me. I just want to remind you that your life here would only last 10 more days.” He said. It was subtle and quiet but you heard the break in his voice at the end of his talk. You hummed and stared at the carpet. You looked over at him to see a dusty white patch on the side of his face. His head was dipped down like he was trying to hide the fact he was crying. You reached over and wiped the chalk off the side of his face. Five turned his head away from you, wiping at his eyes. When he faced you again you were holding out a tissue to him. He pulled back, staring down at the tissue. 
“Where’d you get that?” You scoffed, waving it at him. He snatched it out of your hand. 
“Stop asking me questions, I’m clearly in a fragile mental state. I just learned I’m 70 and married, it’s a lot to take in. Especially now that I know I have to help stop the end of the world for the second time apparently.” You muttered, looking back at the carpet. Even though when you first walked into the room you felt like you were going to throw up just looking at the color now you thought you might miss it. Five sat up. 
“You’re not staying?” He whispered, scared if he pulled his tone up you’d change your mind. 
“Well, I don’t know you. I used to. And when I did, I trusted you enough to marry you. And not divorce you for the thirty years after that. I think if I had my memories, I’d trust you enough to follow you to the end of the world.” You said. Five sighed and looked at your lips. You had no idea what it felt like to stare your lover in the eyes and see unrecognization staring back at you. You felt an awkward pain of ‘I don’t really care but I should’ hit your heart. You leaned back and reached your hand out. You awkwardly patted his shoulder. He pressed his lips together and nodded. 
“Yeah, it’s you. It’s still you.” He muttered before standing up. He held his hand out towards you. You looked between his face and hand, staying seated. 
“Right.” Five dropped his hand and spun around towards the door. He gestured over his shoulder to follow him. You looked at the chalkboard and assumed he didn’t care enough to fix it. You followed after him. 
“Where are we headed?” You asked once you were both halfway down the street from your temporary home. You should’ve asked earlier but you were focused on keeping pace with him. Five glanced at you from the corner of his eye. 
“Strip club.” He said blatantly. You clapped your hands together once. 
“Ah. What was I thinking? Of course, we’re going to the strip club. Perfect first date if you ask me.” You said, waving your arms in the air. As a lady in short heels and a blue dress walked past you, you spoke to her. “Where are you off to? We’re off to the strip club! I think I’ve associated myself with a madman!” You said, shaking your head around and throwing your hands up. Five reached back for you, pulling you away by your elbow. The woman looked at you both with disgust as she slowly walked backward away from you both. 
“So sorry. They’re an escape from the asylum. I’m taking them back now, pay it no mind.” Five said. He gave the woman a polite smile. You turned back to him gasping and holding your finger up. 
“That’s what the P in Marsha P. Johnson stands for!” You said, facing ahead again. “Oh, how I love that woman.” You muttered. Five kept his attention on the woman. 
“See? They’re making up historical figures. Cuckoo.” He waved his finger around next to his ear and faced the front again. You smacked his shoulder. He pulled you away faster, picking up his pace. 
Initially you thought he was kind of kidding when Five said you were going to a strip club. But you were now starting to realize you should stop assuming he’s joking about things. You sighed in the rather uncomfortable chair as you both sat near the stage. Your chairs were pressed together, by Five no less. The second you made it inside he was shoving a chair up against the other one, the armrests pressing into each other. You watched the lady on stage, wondering how much money she was making and wondering how hard burlesque would be to pick up. Five leaned over the arm of his chair, his hand hovering over his mouth as he spoke into your ear. 
“You know this isn’t our first date right? Not even a date really.” Five said, watching you intently as you turned your head to face him. You were so close you could easily count the number of hairs forming his peach fuzz on his face. You didn’t because that would be a waste of time but you could. You shrugged. 
“I mostly said it as a joke but yes I would assume our first date wasn’t to burlesque. Seeing as it was the apocalypse.” You said, shaking your head and looking back to the woman. You thought of dropping the conversation but knowing the specifics of your relationship would be so nice. 
“What was it though? For research.” You added an excuse like he didn’t fully know you were lying. Five shrugged and stared at the floor. 
“We had a table and chairs made out of these rocks we found. It was hard work getting it set up but we had an apocalypse dinner. Which basically consists of Twinkies and other food that cannot perish no matter how hard it tries. It was actually quite nice. We didn’t really have a whole lot of time to just be normal people so even just sharing a Twinkie over our rock tables felt refreshing. Our dates after that were really just us sharing the same dirt pile as our bed and keeping each other alive. Then when we got back to 2019 I actually took you for a half-decent date. We went out and got takeout from the greasiest place imaginable and ate it at my father's extremely expensive table.” When he spoke a smile met his face like an old friend. He kept his eyes on the floor because he knew even though you were sitting next to him you wouldn’t return the nostalgia ridden smile. 
“You really loved me. I can’t believe I just realized that because you talked about Twinkies.” You said, looking at the floor like it could feel your surprise too. Five hummed. 
“I love you, not loved. It’s not in the past.” Five said, staring at you to make sure you saw the severity. You furrowed your eyebrows when your stomach swarmed. You raised an eyebrow. 
“I wish I could tell you I love you back but I don’t know you in that way. I don’t even remember your favorite color.” You said. Five hummed and rubbed the side of your cheek with his thumb. 
“It’s okay. I know you love me, even if you can’t remember it. I’m almost entirely certain we fall in love in every single timeline. Not to mention we’ve had plenty of time together. I know you inside and out. I know the color of your 13th birthday cake. I know what you look like when your body has aged 50 years. I know all I need to know about you to love you till the day I die and onward. You know these things about me but they’ve settled like dust in your brain. Someone just needs to kick it up and you’ll know my favorite color again. You’ll know what it was like to share a Twinkie over a rock table.” Five said, his thumb dipping down to your neck. He pulled his hand away, holding his head up with his hand instead. 
“How could you say something so nice while a woman’s tits are shaking on a stage next to you?” You asked, glancing at the now mostly naked woman on the stage. You looked back to Five. His eyes were fully set on you. His head was tilted in a way that made you think he was thinking of you before you lost every memory. He pressed his lips together. 
“I’m looking at someone gorgeous, why would I waste my time letting my vision slip to her breasts.” Yeah, Five might feel that way, but you don’t. You looked past him, dropping your jaw when you saw the move she made to slip her stocking off. With your dropped jaw, Five turned his head too. You both stared at her as she started to lose more clothes. A man stood behind Five’s chair. You reached out to Five, hoping he was down for conflict. The man leaned down towards Five’s ear. He whispered something and looked over at you. He smiled and gave you a light wave. You awkwardly looked around your surroundings, staring at the floor again. 
“They lost their memory. It’s okay though, I have a theory it’ll come back. Family meeting on the corner of Commence and Knox by the way, today at 10 pm.” Five said before standing up. 
“Come on, love. We have four other people to find.” Five said. Snatching your hand off the chair and dragging you away. He must’ve realized he was holding your hand by the time you left the building, dropping your hand immediately.      
“She was about to lose her pants.” You said. Five smiled but pretended he didn’t, sighing and shaking his head. You snorted and followed after him. 
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crispy0nion · 2 months ago
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honestly i think the main issue with tua s4 is that steve blackman produced something that was exclusively aimed at himself. he is the target audience. "i felt like five needed a love story" you felt? so you didn't consider the opinions of all the people who are actually behind the success of this show, aka the fandom? it's actually not surprising at all, seeing as he also didn't take into consideration the actors' opinions.
season 4 is bad because he didn't make it for us, he made it for himself.
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ethan-nestor-owns-my-heart · 3 months ago
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The last thing Ben ever did in both timelines (umbrella and sparrow ben) was to save Viktor's life at the expense of his own and I think that's beautiful.
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And the flashback scene where Viktor was in Ben's room trying on his mask and the fact that Viktor would've been waiting at home for Ben to return from that mission only for him to never come back and never be able to say goodbye and when Viktor gets the chance to save Ben in S4, Ben sacrifices himself for Viktor and Viktor once again never gets the chance to say goodbye. The Fact that the 2 siblings with the most destructive siblings were the quietest and most timid (umbrella ben at least). They are my favourite brothers and I will never forgive them for not giving sparrow Ben a proper goodbye.
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pigeonriot · 3 months ago
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umbrella academy has become a vein parody of what it once was why does everything feel so off
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tua-five · 3 months ago
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Season 2 Episode 3
Can we just talk about how cute and sweet all the siblings' meetings are? I mean, not [Viktor] and Luther last episode, but Five and [Viktor], first of all, was sweet. He was gentle and softly explained (sort of) who he was and whatnot. And how he didn't tell him that HE was the cause of the apocalypse. (Which could be argued that he should've, and it leads to later problems, but that's okay. He was just looking out for [Viktor]). He looked so happy to see [Viktor], too. And then Klaus and Allison??? They were so happy to see each other! I mean, Allison jumped into the pool with her dress on to hug Klaus. And the playful banter 😭
And how Klaus IMMEDIATELY gets Raymond out??? Also, I think it is so funny how he goes, "I told you I had friends in high places."
Like, he emphasizes high because he used Ben, who's dead 😂😭
Speaking of reunions, Klaus and Dave 😭 That's all 😭
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kacievvbbbb · 2 months ago
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The rewriting of the entire series that was witnessed in season 4 is really astounding to me. Cause why are they trying to gaslight us into believeubv that Allison and Klaus have always had a parasitic codependent relationship. Like please correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t even think they had that much screen time together before season 4. There were those moments in season 2 when they found each other but even then nothing to imply they had a codependant relationship where Allison was constantly dragging Klaus out of his messes. Hell if anyone did that it was ghost Ben. This is ghost Ben erasure. They where the ones with the parasitic codependency. Ben couldn’t be seen by anyone else so he needed Klaus and Klaus needed Ben not to completely go of the deep.
Ben is the one that’s there when Klaus is forced into sobriety and later when he is mourning Dave. Like a whole plot point in season 1 is how Klaus was kidnapped for like a day and nobody noticed. Another thing brought in season 1 is that as a child Allison was generally self centered and was really wrapped in her and Luther’s relationship. Why are they trying to gaslight us that she’s been taking care of him since childhood like those weren’t plot points the show itself set up.
I really liked their dynamic at the beginning of season 4 I thought it was a nice return to the real top shop they had in season 2 but like to try and force drama with their fight like it was a long time coming like it wouldn’t matter if this was just a new aspect of their relationship for both of them just really frustrated me. Especially for an arc that has no real pay off and really just works to show that Allison was right Klaus can’t be sober with out her. Which what?
What was the reasoning Steve?
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erisnxxi · 3 months ago
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okaayy since i am in my tua rewatch, here are some moments from episode 2 (s1)
detective patch>>>>>>
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hazel and chacha>>>>>>
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dolores>>>>>>
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klaus and ghost ben duo>>>>>>
klaus and five duo >>>>>>
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laurrelise · 3 months ago
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ok cool so this all makes total sense but quick question, and seriously, correct me if i’m wrong
but wasn’t five 13 when he disappeared? in 2002? or was that just a general headcanon by fans? i could’ve sworn it was completely canon in the show…?
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mazojo · 3 months ago
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From now on TUA characters are MY OC’s because I know them better than anyone at Netflix HQ’s ever would
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