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They could have given us *something* in the tent scene...

We went from “I’m happy that you’re happy” to “start a new life in Pentos with Cersei,” and…yeah, okay, you could say that Tyrion had full awareness of Jaime’s self-hatred, that he was *this close* to a new life, but couldn’t take it because he didn’t believe he was worthy of it, etc., and they didn’t need to talk about it – and/or that Tyrion was so focused on trying to save the city that he didn’t have time to talk about it…but, JHChrist, it would have meant so much, to have them share even just two lines about what Jaime left behind in the north. They didn’t even have to say her name. 

Something like what I would have wanted:

TYRION: Jaime…

(Tyrion’s eyes are sad – mournful. Here sits this person, his brother – perhaps the only person in the world to have truly cared for him, loved him – and it breaks his heart, that in the end, Jaime could not be free. That he had forfeited true love and happiness because he had judged himself unworthy.) 

TYRION (continuing): I so wanted you to be free of her. To stay in the north and have a happy life.

(Jaime scoffs, but there is no force in it.) 

JAIME: My fate was sealed, long ago.

(Jaime looks down at his hands, takes in a breath and releases it, trying to steady himself. He is resigned, but it’s so hard, to keep the walls in place. How many nights on the road after leaving Winterfell did he struggle, alone with his thoughts, and now, here was his brother who could see through him, haphazard walls or no. His heart is utterly broken.)

(He looks back at Tyrion, unable to keep tears from welling.) 

JAIME: Please… Please tell her... 

(His voice falters, and Tyrion reaches out – all their years, their shared pain, somehow streaming from his gaze. The only real love they knew as children was what they’d had as brothers.) 

JAIME (continuing): Please tell her, Tyrion. That I loved her. That I love her still.

Way less than the above that they truly could have given us:

TYRION (sighing): Jaime. Oh, Jaime. I had so hoped you would stay in the north. 

(Jaime looks in the direction of north, shaking his head sadly.) 

JAIME: My fate was sealed long ago. 

TYRION: I never would have survived my childhood if not for you…

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when janeway tells chakotay to get to ops he sure as heckfire does

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Can we please talk about The Fight and how Janeway touches Chkotay every chance she gets? Which is, like, a lot.

Basically this episode is Janeway touching Chakotay. That’s the plot.

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Can we please talk about Shattered and this boy showing up at the captain’s quarters with a very special bottle of Antarian cider and a grin that looks so...pleased and knowing? Because I think we should.

Also — who’s written juicy Shattered fic? Because yes.