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whosthere54 · 15 hours ago
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So I want to talk about Icarus’s death again cause. Yeah I watched the finale again.
I’m sure I talked about it before but. Cause I’m writing stuff with the mindset they hold the episodes leading up to and then their death I’m just. Thinking about it. Enjoy incoherent rambling I’m tired.
So just. One. Icarus knew they were going to die. The wound was something they knew couldn’t be fixed. They knew since Momboo, maybe even before. There’s just that sense throughout the final episodes is just. They know. And they knew they weren’t done yet, and they knew they might not make it out to see the end of it alive.
Then they did, they saw the end. They killed Fable.
And there’s two ways I can take that. One. Fable is dead and they have no more direction. It’s their fault. They just killed their dad. The one person who was there through that- who *stayed*. They have no one telling them (straightforward or otherwise) what they should be doing anymore- what is considered to be the right thing for them to do. They have no guidance. Their lost- and their alone again, because of course they are. Icarus was always meant to die alone.
Two. Fable is dead! There’s nobody trying to get them to do something in a way that they want it done. Their not “being controlled” anymore. They can do what they want to- to fix it. Their death is them taking that control back. Their going to die anyways, right? Quixis and the wack had been effecting their life for so long- controlling what they do. Making them feel like they need to isolate so they don’t hurt anyone, making them have no sense of stability in items and even pets because hey they all change! Nothing stays the same!
They get to choose, now. They get to choose. If the wack is killing them, why make it that? They choose to fall. They know they’re not going to survive. There’s in element of almost comfort in that. It’s their choice. Not Fable’s, not something they gave to do because of the wack harming others. (It’s harming them. And maybe that’s for the better, isn’t it?)
They fall. And they get to say it wasn’t Quixis or the wack that killed them. It was them. They did it. Icarus dies at sunset, able to stare out into the water before they go. When they fall, they can see the stars- and that’s more of the sky than the story of Icarus ever got to see before his death.
They get to fall. And it feels close enough to flight that they can’t tell the difference. They can spread their arms wide, and *laugh*. They got to see Rae and Centross before their death. They got to choose that.
Icarus dies at sunset.
And it’s their choice this time.
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asteroidtroglodyte · 3 days ago
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Kinda a weird Representation ask but is anyone aware of any platinum blonde characters that aren’t Psychopaths, Monsters, or Thor?
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xzazu2002 · 10 months ago
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Mr Doc he sleep
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smilesrobotlover · 5 months ago
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Two lovers miles apart, both longing for each other’s embrace
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heart-of-the-morningstar · 9 months ago
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This is a new form of torture 🥲
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tightjeansjavi · 7 months ago
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I genuinely forgot how to breathe
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vielle-art · 1 year ago
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anyways, ✨Karlach✨
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saetoru · 2 years ago
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al-haitham’s the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows it’s coming. expects it. trusts it’ll happen.
he’s yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.
he’s drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you don’t even manage to walk up to him fully before he’s leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.
he’s shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you don’t even have to turn before he’s tilting his head so he’s exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.
“have you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,” you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.
he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. “what makes you say that,” he mumbles.
“you’re ready for one before i’ve even come close,” you grin, “what if one day i don’t kiss you?”
“you’d stop kissing me?” he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.
and he’s warm. he’s close. he’s here and he’s everything all at once. he’s all you need and everything you’ve ever wanted. he’s the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfway—maybe even takes the first step so you don’t have to.
he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves you—and he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.
“no,” you hum, falling in love all over again, “no i’d never stop kissing you.”
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atrashmammall · 4 months ago
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There is something in Carpenter, the first we meet to turn away from the trawler man; dead, and not dead yet, in the white gull that makes me so incredibly insane.
If she is dead she is dead in the white gull, dead in the heart of the trawler man, trapped forever in the grasp of the god she fought so hard to be rid of.
If she is not dead yet then she was saved by the white gull, saved because of the trawler man, forever indebted to the god she wanted nothing more to do with.
There is something so unbelievably insane about Anathema Carpenter; dead, and not dead yet.
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hunterrrs · 1 year ago
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@suiheisen asked me if i wanted to see a cute video to cheer me up and then slapped me in the face with this.
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smolbean-17 · 8 months ago
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how much do you want to bet that these flowers will be placed on one of her brother’s graves in the end
and what if, instead of a bunch of pink ones, there are dozens of pure white ones
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ravennhearted · 1 year ago
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Sometimes I think about how Merlin took place over 10 years—a whole decade—and the thought of the show spanning that long feels entirely too long and like an infinite amount of time and that it can’t actually have been ten years
And then I think about how Merlin is 16-18 in the first season. And I just—
That means, at the oldest, Merlin was only 28. He wasn’t even 30
And then I just start losing my mind for a whole different reason
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datakisser · 6 months ago
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GUYS I WAS AT AN ANTIQUES FAIR TODAY AND LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!!!
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IM GOING INSANE
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All of it is so fucking cool (I love magazines) but these have to be my favourite finds!!
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And the science museum pamphlet had the tickets still inside!! I didn’t even know this event even happened and now I have to know EVERYTHING about it
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Some of my favourite cards too :]
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oldmrfroag · 2 years ago
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Since I am now perceived as an mcyt shitposter I feel it is my holy duty to inform you that this blog is very very normal about Inthelittlewood aka Martyn
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helpimstuckposting · 3 months ago
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Gwen: Everyone here is incompetent except for me
Also Gwen: fucks up every single assignment she’s given and implicates the entire OIAR in two murders
Gwen: honestly if you give me one more shot, I can do it
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