Jun 10
When you’re in a doomed siblings competition and these are your opponents:
Honestly they’re the same betrayals in different fonts.
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When you’re in a doomed siblings competition and these are your opponents:
Honestly they’re the same betrayals in different fonts.
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Once upon a time, there was a man...
He had sand-blond hair and bright eyes — too intense when he focused. A body built for impact. Scars he never explained. Knuckles permanently bruised. A jaw clenched more often than relaxed. He looked controlled. Untouchable. His laughter felt borrowed, and he carried tension like a second skin. Even in safe rooms, he stood like he was bracing for a fight.
Once upon a time, there was a man...
Who lost his mother far too early and grew up under a father who shaped him — not asked him — who he should become. He watched his brother be loved differently. Learned that approval had rules.
Love was something you proved. Failure was not accepted. Weakness was not an option. Affection was conditional. Performance was survival. If you were useful, you were wanted. If you were good, you were safe.
Once upon a time, there was a man...
He worked harder than everyone else. Pushed his body beyond its limits. High tolerance for pain. Low tolerance for disappointment. He didn’t complain. Didn’t ask for help. Preferred action over talking. He flirted to deflect. Joked to avoid answering. Walked away before someone could leave him. Said “I’m fine.” when he wasn’t. He believed love was a liability. Believed he had to earn being chosen. Felt safest when he was needed.
And once upon a time, there was a man...
He fell in love slowly. And then all at once.
He denied it. Fought it. Tried to outrun it. Collected bodies like proof. Mistook desire for validation. Let strangers touch him so no one could reach him.
But he failed.
Because when he loved — he loved quietly. Desperately. In a way that changed him.
Once upon a time, there was a man...
Who wasn’t supposed to fall in love. Especially not like that. Not with someone quiet. Observant. Literal. Unapologetically different. Someone who didn’t respond to flirting. Someone who didn’t need him to perform. Someone who meant what he said. Took promises seriously. Someone who felt in absolutes.
Someone who saw through him. Through the armor. Through the performance.
Someone who chose him anyway.
Someone autistic with dark hair.
What his name was?
Well... That depends on who’s telling the story.
I see you, Texas men. How do you make heartbreak look like devotion?
ohhh…. i figured it out…
Like father, like daughter.
I think there's kind of a Good Omens/OFMD parallel when it comes to The Kiss/The Deed (LOL I don't know what to call it) (respectively). Like, The Kiss of GO wasn't purely for love. We know they love each other, but that kiss had desperation, anger, defeat, and it wasn't consensual; it was forced on Aziraphale. The Deed (again, I am so sorry please don't come at me) of OFMD was after Stede PURPOSEFULLY kills someone for the first time. Stede uses Ed as a way to get his feelings about killing out of his system. He isn't gentle. He grabs Ed and pushes him against a wall. He may be hopped up on adrenaline so it may not be anger, but this is rough and Ed has expressed his desire to go slow and really loves when Stede is soft with/to him. Stede needs to place this energy somewhere and unfortunately he uses Ed to do this. Ed seems to consent; there is a little head nod while Stede pauses to (hopefully) gain consent. But it still doesn't feel like this is the right time; it isn't purely an act of love. This isn't Stede saying "I love you". This isn't even "omg we just got tortured and branded. Let me take care of you and show that you're safe with me". Ed recognizes this and that's a reason I think he tells Stede that it was a mistake.
I'm sure there's more and I could go in depth and be more intricate with my thinking, but I JUST finished watching and need to scream into the void about everything because I have no one IRL to talk to. I love run on sentences xoxo.
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Being in the SPOP fandom is a lot like being in The 100 fandom except instead of “can people plz stop torturing Raven/Murphy” it’s “can people plz stop torturing Catra”
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