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God, Ellie has so much anger inside of her. Ever since she saw Joel kill that soldier, there’s been this little spark of revenge that’s slowly been growing bigger and bigger. It comes out in ways that could seem like just her being a kid, like asking for a gun, or the “you get him?” comment when she asks about Joel’s scar. And then comes the scene with the infected trapped under the rubble. You think she’s afraid at first, with the way she freezes.
Then she realizes it’s trapped, and she gets closer. And you’re like, “what? what is she doing?”
And then you see her face.
That is not the face of somebody who’s afraid.
Ellie is furious. She lost Riley to these things, and now Tess as well, and she wants it dead. And personally I can’t wait to see where they take it, because this is only the beginning of Ellie’s warpath, and she’s got a long, long road ahead of her.
It honestly makes me cry how Padmé in her dying moments and as she’s giving birth was aching and yearning for Anakin to be by her side. Just as Vader was in anguish and pain, and longing to see Padmé, to know if she’s safe.
In the last scene where she’s giving birth she’s in such a haze due to labor, and in such a state of “heartbreak” that she doesn’t recognize her surroundings and doesn’t even realize that people were beside her because she’s so focused on Anakin (+giving birth ofc) we see it clearly in the ROTS novel
We see here that OW is holding onto Padmé’s hand which he described as being “still and cold” clearly her lack of strength from giving birth, but also because she’s heartbroken and is somewhat becoming numb (as she dies 💔) she’s not at all responsive nor does she react to human contact. Then we see that she’s clearly muddled and completely unaware of her surroundings as it describes that her “eyes rolled blindly” and yet, she’s still thinking of Anakin (as she’s giving birth) when she says what the gender of the baby was, and that Anakin thinks it’s a girl, so Padmé thinks so as well.
Then, despite her lack of strength and motivation, we see Padmé pick up all the strength she has left to reach up to her newborn son, Luke.
After she’s given birth, again all of Padmé’s thoughts just round back to her aching and yearning for Anakin. Once again, not even aware of her surroundings or even able to hear anyone in her vicinity due to how heartbroken she is over losing her husband and this precious moment with him (the birth of their babies) OW clearly tells Padmé that Anakin isn’t there when Padmé calls out to him, yet she can’t hear him, Padmé continues to constantly call out to him, telling him she loves him, and that she’s sorry for the misunderstanding that happened between them (even though absolutely NONE of it was her fault.)
Then we come to this part where it reveals that Padmé with the same hand she touched her new born babies with, was actually clutching onto the Japor Snippet that Anakin had given her this entire time she was giving birth. Part of me believes she was holding onto it as a substitute for Anakin’s hand, hence why she was in such a daze, unable to recognize anyone around her, and kept calling out to Anakin. She desperately wanted him by her side, and holding onto the Japor Snippet was like a solace for her.
It was only in the last minute where the novel describes her eyes to have finally cleared for only a moment, and she recognized OW, and even in that last moment of hers, her thoughts are of only Anakin. And of her undying, unwavering faith, trust, and love for him. Telling OW with full conviction that there is still good inside the man she loves, and she’s putting the very proof of it into his palms 💔
OW shows Yoda the Japor Snippet Padmé put into his hand, and Yoda can immediately tell right away that it was a possession that was precious to Padmé, and that she must’ve cherished it a lot. He suggests that she should be buried with it, and OW taps into the Force at that moment and can also feel the “soaring echos” of the love shared between Anakin and Padmé to which he describes as “transcendent love” and can also feel what he describes as “a bleak, black despair of an unendurable heartbreak” (clearly referring to Padmé.) He agrees that Padmé should also be buried with the Japor Snippet, so that Padmé can at least go away in peace, with a remnant of the man she truly, deeply, loved, still with her.
Artemis: “There is a custom in my tribe…you must redeem yourself by fighting the one who bested you! You must vanquish Devastation, to reclaim your honor!”
Cassie: “Give me the chance, and I’ll reclaim it! And I’ll pound that smirk right off her face!”
Wonder Woman (1987) #157
Further evidence that Cassie’s training being handed off to Artemis is the (in universe) reason for Cassie’s weird disconnect from Diana’s mission and Amazon culture on the whole.
Inspired from the different lives scene from Puss and Boots 2
Reflections (Left-Right, Up-Down)
Stickmin Space Resort, Valiant Hero, Toppat Recruits, Special Brovert Ops, Stealing the Diamond, Triple Threat, Toppat Civil Warfare, Master Bounty Hunter, Pardoned Pals and Revenged. StD is the one in front of the mirror and his reflection is the real one.
Love how major Jiang Cheng ships are just highly oedipal or highly electra. Like he was crushing on Wen Qing who’s as severe and direct as Yu Ziyuan and then there’s his biggest ship with Lan Xichen who’s as pleasant and polite as Jiang Fengmian. A good chunk of us can agree that Jiang Cheng has some kinda mommy/daddy issues at all times.
Something, something, Bruce suspected Jason killed a man, but had more faith in Tim and went into full on denial breakdown mode when given evidence Cass killed.
Thoughts?
Like, it could just be that part of him remembers that conflict preceding Jason's death and he dreads it, or maybe something else?
with tim, bruce had worked through the urge to kill in the same situation, had seen dick and jason do the same. he knew it could be done. cass was so unbelievable to him because she's so dedicated to his code and it didn't make sense to him.
with jason, it did make sense. he had been there, watched garzonas call gloria to mock her, had pulled jason back from fighting him. he could understand why jason would have.
Gonna be so disappointed if part 3 doesn't play around with Vincent's 2 other limit breaks. (Death Gigas and Hellmasker) They have so much potential for Vincent story wise. I'm always sad to see many ignore them and just focusing on Galian Beast and Chaos....
the first person alastor ever killed was his father.
and if you were somehow able to pester the truth out of him ( perhaps with a few glasses of whiskey in tow ) that's probably how he would spin it — painting himself an unempathetic slaughterer of his own flesh and blood, with exactly the sort of macabre whimsy you�� would expect. from the way alastor would tell the tale, he doesn't make it out to be some big grandiose act of vengeance or spite or what have you. he honestly acts more enthused about the fact it was his first murder than the identity of the victim in question — like it could have been anyone, but ( as an inconsequential little footnote ) it just so happened to be dear old dad.
it's all an act, of course. though not necessarily in the way you might expect — because the first person alastor ever killed was indeed his own father, but the part he'll always conveniently neglect to share is that it was a complete accident.
yes, he has always been a momma's boy and yes he was never particularly fond of his dad — but the situation is not nearly so cut and dry. his father was barely around when he was growing up. ( long stretches of time spent toiling away on a ship, or so he was told. was that the truth? who knows. he doesn't care. ) his mother was the person he spent more time around than anyone, and the inverse was also true — so it's only natural that they would be quite close. she was a kind soul, the sort with a faint tinge of loneliness only truly noticeable in those quiet moments when she believed no one was looking. i think there's a part of al that always felt somewhat protective over her, even when he was just a child — not necessarily because she was fragile or helpless, but rather because she was all he had. comparatively, his father was basically a stranger. he didn't really speak with him, didn't really go out of his way to interact with him even when he was around. he quietly resented the moments his dad was home, because children are more intuitive than they get credit for and he could feel how the atmosphere of the house changed for the worse whenever he was present.
there was always tension present in his parents' marriage. ( i don't think al has ever really witnessed what a healthy marriage looks like. ) it wasn't physically abusive, but there was a very clear cycle of lovebombing, gaslighting and neglect. things would get bad, and then his father would start babbling those same old tired promises — he can change! he can get better! just give him a chance! again, again, again. and perhaps there would be brief stints of time wherein he would try to make good on those hollow reassurances, before inevitably sliding back into old habits. alcohol and infidelity and verbal abuse. there was no love in this marriage, just two people trapped in an unhealthy situation because clinging to the rotted planks of this sinking ship was the best bet they had to keep from drowning. frogs trapped in a pot of boiling water. ( hand in unlovable hand. ) and alastor was there to witness it all. never the focus, never subjected to the abuse directly, but still molded by its presence nevertheless.
he intervened only once — the single time his father actually did lay hands on his mother in alastor's presence. he was in his teens at that point, fresh off a growth spurt that left him nearly as tall as the man himself — and perhaps that's the reason why he underestimated his own strength. alastor really only intended to get him away from her, but the force of the shove sent him stumbling and his neck came down on the edge of the countertop at the perfect angle to snap it.
he can still recall the sight of him laying there, body jerking, head twisted in such a way that just didn't feel right. a cold, twisting sensation in the pit of his stomach like he's just swallowed a mouthful of seawater. ( no guilt. no fear. only numbness. ) then a warm hand resting on his shoulder and a familiar voice telling him it's okay. it's going to be okay. for what is a mother if not the one to come swooping in when her child has created a mess?
they buried him together in secret. never spoke a word of it again. and as far as anyone was concerned, alastor's father just never came home one day.
Synopsis: Once Mario and Luigi discovered the playful shenanigans that Princesses Peach and Daisy orchestrated while they slept, they set their sights on crafting a delightful prank to get even.
Scent of Revenge serves as a follow-up to Leaving Their Marks Behind. The notion of writing this sequel crossed my mind not too long after LTMB, but I struggled to devise a fitting plan for Mario and Luigi to exact their revenge on the princesses. I envisioned a scheme that was both lighthearted and expansive and eventually managed to think of one that worked perfectly after a period of brainstorming. Once that was settled, I posted a potential brief excerpt of SoR on my main blog. However, the fic in general collected dust for over a year before I finally brushed the dust off and wrote the entire story. Also, I thought about making this another chapter to LTMB but decided to make it its own fic.
Honestly, this story turned out to be much more extensive than I had planned. My original idea was to finish it with Peach and Daisy finding out what Mario and Luigi had done. But as I thought about it, I realized that leaving it at that would create too many unanswered questions. Thus, I decided to add a few more scenes to wrap things up properly.
I must admit that I was really disheartened by this story’s reception on AO3. I had anticipated it would be much more popular, especially since a few readers asked for a sequel in the comments of LTMB. As it stands, it’s my least popular story at the moment. This was during the time I felt jaded at the lack of reciprocity before my hiatus from Tumblr and my return with a renewed sense of purpose and outlook on how to use the platform going forward. Regardless of its current standing, I had a blast writing this fic and had and am quite satisfied with the outcome. Also, so as not to come across as ungrateful, I want to acknowledge and appreciate the support it received.