au where qbad chose the other way. his other home. finally return to heaven and the embrace of his first family. and his body lay rotting in that field never discovered forever. and pomme knew and dapper knew that he was dead and never coming back and pomme accepted it first, started acknowledging it first, and dapper kept searching for a full month before finally accepting the truth.
and then she gets to work.
she even has some of the theory worked out beforehand. he’d discovered all he’d wanted in this dimension before, and started to research others and how to go there. it’ll take time, and effort, and fieldwork, but Pomme will help, and then it’ll go even faster.
after all. what is heaven but another dimension to explore?
SO Excited for tomorrow, but also highkey anxious and sad that CP77 and V's story s'coming to an end with Phantom Liberty 😭 whatever happens to the canon V I will NOT SEE. I SHALL NOT FUCKING SEE.
even tho i never liked feyre and hated some of her terrible actions. I feel pity for her bcs her character got stripped away and reduced to revolved around a disgusting, musty, crusty, rusty 0 star man who SA'd her UTM and broke her arm to force her into a bargain and then proceed to brainwashed her into thinking his a good guy (idc what yall say its fucking canon that feyre got brainwashed by rice shit) and trapped in fantasy version of america for the rest of her life. Like i wouldnt wish that upon a girl i dont like bro, that sounds like an absoulete nightmare.
So thats why im neutral feyre instead of anti feyre, we need more ppl who is neutral with feyre!!!!!!!
I've never seen generations nor do I wish to from what I've heard. In my canon Jim, Bones, and Spock (with the help of power couple Scotty and Uhura) build the RV from Spaceballs and travel the universe, occasionally crossing paths with Sulu and Chekov in the most hilarious, road-trip-y way.
Maggie Evans hadn’t asked for much in life, and had let much of what she wanted pass her by: little trinkets she couldn’t afford, friends she had no time for, Joe Haskell, who’d never looked her way, until –
Until he had. And then, crushingly, he hadn’t. If there were solace in knowing why Maggie was too far gone to feel it – seeing that thing’s teeth in his neck had made her throat own ache, and heart go light, as though she was scarcely tethered to life at all. Joe said he had to answer the door, after the knock came again – if she could only get him away from here, just as she had thought, those horrible weeks in the Old House, that if she could just run far enough away, she could be free of Barnabas –
She took hold of his bedside lamp. Mouthing her silent apologies, thinking desperately of the moon and stars over a balmy sea, of some place in the world where no one had ever even heard of Collinsport – Maggie brought it down on Joe’s head with a dull thud.
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