WATCHED DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE TODAY AND I NOTICED IN HAPPYS OFFICE THAT THE PHOTO OF TONY AND PETER WAS THERE BUT PETER WAS COVERED😭😭 THATS BECAUSE OF THE END OF NO WAY HOME AND IT JUST SHOWS HOW HE NO LONGER EXISTS AND THERES NO TRACE OF HIM😭😭😭
Pen only asked for Colin to kiss her as a favour that would mean nothing and Colin accepted and did it to help out his friend but their expressions are giving “oh, it’s you, it’s finally you, it’s always been you✨” and I can’t handle it
did y'all know that Kix was part of Dooku's war chest and originally headed towards Serenno with the rest of it and the bad batch was so close to him without realizing or was that something i was supposed to find out at 1am while doing rabbit hole research for my fanfic
That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me?
I love/hate how sad he looks when he asks you this.
The confident mask slips as he wonders who exactly you'll be getting lost in because even he doesn't know who he is... and he thinks about all the poor wretches before you, lost in him before being lost to his master. He thinks about how you'll leave a piece of yourself and take a piece in exchange, just like every Sebastian before you. A small price to pay for the protection he thinks he has to buy. Once you figure out how empty he is, how used up and rotted, surely you won't want him anymore but by then he'll have gripped you by the heartstrings. Just like all the others, countless thousands before you. A simple plan. Business as usual. Right?
What is left of the man you were? What parts of you haven't been dragged away, piece by piece, with each soul pulled through you? Are there fragments that remember a father beaming with pride at his clever son? Would he still be proud, to see your sharp fangs snarling back at him? How much of your mother's gentle little boy is left beneath those hungry red eyes? Would she recognize you, bloodstained and hollow? Did your friends carry you to the morgue on the wooden stretcher you use as a bed? Who wrapped you in the blanket that you still cling to? Was it to shield your bruised cheeks from the cold earth as they said goodbye? Did a sister mourn her darling baby brother, were hers the first tears to water the flowers near your empty grave? Did she share your white curls? Or was she a golden sun to your silvery moon? What color were her eyes?
Who's memories am I haunting when I am lost in you?