Jul 31, 2023
7x04 // 8x21 // 12x04
What, you got a secret stash of happy pills? Hell.
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7x04 // 8x21 // 12x04
What, you got a secret stash of happy pills? Hell.
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I still cannot believe he actually said that in canon BYE
Stop. Stop it. So what if you are? What are you gonna do? You gonna take a leave of absence? You gonna say yes to Lucifer? What? No, of course not. I- Exactly. And that's exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna take all that crap and you're gonna bury it. You're gonna forget about it, because that's how we keep going! That's how we don't end up like Martin! Are you with me?
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Me seeing this everywhere:
"The most loyal character betrays everyone."
"The hero turns evil"
"I want to read a book where instead of the villian turning good, the hero turns evil to the point that even the villian is scared"
"I don't want enemies to lovers. I want enemies and lovers. Give me a ship that's both."
"What if the hero finally gets sick of being the 'chosen one' and goes crazy?"
"What if the character A and character B are on opposite sides and try to convince the other to join their side- in vain."
Me: *nervous laughter*
I imagine I was reincarnated in Victorian London. I was a teen boy with short scruffy hair and a shy smile. You were the bakers daughter with too many edges like stale bread. I asked what my purpose was and all I could see was you. A montage of intimate touches and pretty smiles so overwhelming it made my heart ache. I asked to see my death and I saw you, kneeled by my bedside with tears in your eyes that I no longer had the strength to wipe away. I asked what this all means, what I should do and… I do not think I liked the answer. It turns out that not knowing is easier. That somehow knowing that I was meant to love you means that not doing so is like sealing my own fate. I am complicit in my own misery. I am the prisoner and the jailor. What I would give to take my own advice. What I would give to have an ounce of the courage that teenage boy had. I don’t know if I believe in reincarnation, that I am destined to live a thousand lives with one purpose. The purpose being, to love you any way I can, any way I know how. I don’t know if I believe in reincarnation but still I am kept awake at night with questions. Am I enough? Am I enough? Am I enough?
- but I want to believe (and oh how it breaks my heart to believe)