#REUNION SCENE WHERE

[shitpostingkats]

Holds you close as I die so I can feel your warmth one last time. (You are smearing your blood all over me.) Presses your head to my chest in a gesture of comfort. (I am forced to hear your heart beat for the last time.) Here, take my sword. (The thing that killed me. It's yours now.) You have to live. (I've lost the right to die.) You will be my living legacy. (If I die, you die all over again.)

[lavandulastorms]

finished the game the other day :-) i’m coping with sketches of them :-)

[lyxchen]

Maddie Simon Reunion Hug WHEN???

(If you like my art then please reblog it, also another version plus close ups are under the cut)

[cherry-treelane]

There's something so poetic about how El is the centre of all the chaos, wanted by the government and military and Mike is her strong calm that doesn't hesitate to get sucked into her storm and stand by her side in the face of any conflict. Like guys. This little boy did not hesitate to protect her and stand off in the face of the government to defend her, going against all the typical patriotic rule-following norms of an American Suburbanite Middle class nuclear family. He comes from pure safe normalcy but doesn't hesitate to run in the other direction heading towards chaos and danger if it means she's there... because he feels safest with her and is driven by the instinct to protect her. 😭🩷 There's something so beautiful and inspiring about someone as hurt and troubled and chaotic as El being loved in such a simple, unconditional way. Mike doesn't see her for the chaos she represents which surrounds her, he sees her for the innocent goodness that she actually is— her calm, gentle demeanour and the warmth it makes him feel. He understands that all the danger that comes with being with her is through no fault of her own, and actively works to help combat all the forces against her. He knows that despite being the centre of the chaos she's not the cause of it, she's the remedy for the effect of it and that is an undeserved, exhausting punishment yet a burden she bears regardless without complaint— a sign of her innate goodness which Mike recognises and loves her for all the more. Even moreso, he works to share that burden with her and criticise it because he sees how innocent and undeserving she is of the responsibility infringed upon her. His willingness to take all of this on is so wholesome and exactly the kind of sweet effort-full love that a character like El deserves, which is so gratifying for the audience to see.

[demigods-posts]

percy at twelve years old, relaxing at the sound of his mom's voice. percy at twelve years old, looking forward to trips to montauk so he can spend quality time with his mom. percy at twelve years old, getting attacked by a minotaur and, despite everything in his body screaming at him to get to safety, standing his ground so he can fight alongside his mom. percy at tweleve years old, avenging his mom with no training after watching the minotuar murder her right in front of him. percy at tweleve years old, dragging an unconscious grover to the border while sobbing and calling out for his mom even though he thinks she's dead. percy at twelve years old, summoning a blue coke to honor his mom's memory. percy at twelve years old, going on a quest with the sole purpose of bringing his mom back if it's the last thing he does. percy at twelve years old, encountering various life-thretening events becsuse of his godly heritage but choosing to live in the real world instead of at a camp designed to train him and keep him alive anyway because he loves his mom.

vs.

percy at seventeen years old, arriving in manhattan and sprinting toward the apartment as soon as he can. percy at seventeen years old, zooming past people on the street while sobbing because he misses his mom more than anything. percy at seventeen years old, not even making it into the living room before engulfing his mom in a hug for the first time in months. percy at seventeen years old, cuddling up against his mom and napping in her arms on the couch like he's four. percy at seventeen years old, following his mom to the grocery store, helping her out at work, and straight up refusing to leave her side for days weeks if he can help it because he wants to make up for all of the time he's lost with her.

[writing-is-hard-af]

Apparently an unpopular opinion in the Fandom rn, but I actually think the lack of focus on characters besides Athena and Chim beyond the bits we get made sense. (Though, this opinion may shift if the next two episodes do not focus more on the other characters).

Because Athena and Chim were the ones most directly involved in Bobby's death, and I think they couldn't have logically focused on any other characters' grief above these two in this episode without it feeling disjointed. I understand the little focus we get on Eddie, Buck, and Hen's grief. Don't get me wrong, I'm not happy we haven't seen it yet, but I do strongly believe that the next two episodes will dive into theirs more closely. Because this episode had to be about Athena and Chimney.

Chimney’s survivor guilt had to be addressed first because it would be tormenting him no matter how little he wanted to accept any of it. There was no logical way around that for his character.

We needed to see Athena process it all first because no matter how important Bobby is to the rest of them, he truly is most important to her, and she lost him right as they were about to start fully living their lives together on their own terms, their own soil. It’s tragic and painful and a cruel fate for him, but with it nonetheless happening, they had to focus on her most. And she deserved the focus of this episode. I get that the case/procedural kind of plot wasn't received super well, but I really do feel like it made some amount of sense. Could it have been told differently? Yes, I think they could've done a different case, a different person's grief. But I do think seeing Athena burying her grief in another person's and doing everything she can to help someone else and avoid her own is the only way they could have written her grieving in character. The way Athena has always coped in this show is by throwing herself into work, into helping other people resolve their struggles before she even tries to face her own. And while I think the specific plot was a bit odd of a choice for this kind of plot when Athena herself was not in a state of denial but rather avoidance, it truly showed the way Athena grieves. And while much of the funeral was rushed, not given the screen time it deserved, for any of them, the scene in Minessota was just. So achingly painful but beautiful at the same time. This episode was genuinely good and gutwrenching and the cast all did a phenomenal job with it.

This episode did not need scenes of Buck and Eddie's reunion, or much of their interactions. Not because it isn't important, but because this episode was not about their grief, not quite. I truly believe that theirs will be the focus of the last two episodes. This first episode after Bobby's death was about Athena. It had to be. And Bobby's death broke apart the team, it sent cracks between them. None of them were together when it happened. And honestly, I think that's part of the point of showing them individually grieving, splitting apart the grief. Because even though they are a family with and without Bobby, his death splintered them in a way that they are going to have to heal from and healing is not going to be something any of these characters immediately seek out others for. All of them, despite loving each other fiercely, have always stubbornly held their fears and pain within themselves to deal with alone.

Buck is clearly pushing his emotions as far down as possible to be there for the rest of them, because that's what he thinks Bobby told him to do. The others need him, so his grief comes last. Eddie wasn't there, his grief is so wrapped up in his own guilt that the grief is buried. Not quite denial, I think, but close to it. Hen is processing it, but she so clearly is in a similar boat to Buck, of burying her own feelings about it deep to try to be the steady rock for the rest of them. The three of them will have their grief, but truly I think theirs needed to be after the funeral, after he was buried and they all need to figure out how to go on, now that, in a way, it's really final, official.

This episode was Athena’s and Chim’s. The rest will come. And through that, they'll come out on the other side together. Pushing all of their grief into one singular episode would have been a disservice to them. And while sidelining main characters is not necessarily something I enjoy on this show, I do think in this specific episode, it made sense for the majority of it.

You don't have to agree with me. It's okay to be upset and angry, and I truly get it because I am too. But I also think we need to look a bit more into this episode beyond the idea that they didn't focus on these characters, and they added a plot beyond the funeral, so it's bad. Because there is more to what is there than what wasn't there yet.

[prxnce07]

Hey, where's knuckles

[lemongogo]

viktor prev 🤖

[littlemissmoodswings]

need the amc casting directors to pull a "vampire diaries dopplegänger" situation with akasha wherein she looks like louis and either a) everyone except for louis notices it or b) louis is the only one who notices it and everyone thinks he's crazy/ier

[fromtheseventhhell]

If we get a scene of Arya crowning Jon, it needs to parallel the scene of Jon gifting Needle to Arya for me. A personal scene between the two of them that's about their unconditional love for each other. It isn't about Jon becoming King but about Arya supporting him in the same way he supported her. "Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms" come full circle with two outcasts supporting each other occupying spaces that society says they can't

[friend-shaped-but]

Reunions

Thirteen years ago, Krishna had taken Dhrishtadyumna and Shikhandi aside and told them in no uncertain terms that they would not be taking out their anger of the Pandavas on their sons. Thirteen years later, Shikhandi takes them aside and looks them in the eye, telling them with pride, and a hint of warning that their boys have changed and grown into men. Nakul knows why his tone holds warning, even if the others may not get it. He gets the message loud and clear.

They have changed, and you are not to fault them for that.

So he doesn't.

He just observes.

He observes Draupadi's brothers run into the room, Yudhamanyu and Uttamaujas running to her and each of them grabbing one of her hands and pulling her ahead to join the rest of them. They're twins, just like him. She's a twin, just like them. Just like half of Panchal's sons. Kumara and Panchalya tackle her in a bear hug, with Prince Satyajit shouting 'careful, careful' in the background. A rare exclamation of joy, rarer in these years, slips out of her mouth when she sees a laughing Shikhandi and a softly smiling Dhrishtadyumna. She shakes off her younger brothers and runs to them. After all, they are her favourites.

With her husbands, she cannot afford to have favourites. With them, she cannot be free. She is always their wife, their queen, and although she gets love in both Panchal and Indraprastha, she gets freedom only with her brothers. It reminds him of himself, a memory flitting across his mind of rambunctious young boys, one getting him in a headlock, another trying to pull it apart, one leaning tiredly against the wall and yet another pulling him to join his brothers. Call him soft-hearted, but his heart always clenches when she laughs freely, like she hasn't done for so long, and that can only be done with her brothers.

But then, from behind them, her sons show up. He observes Kalyani tear up, hands on her mouth, and how Prativindhya is quick to put an arm around her and pull her close and wipe her tears. He towers over her now. He'd always wondered how his second-eldest nephew was doing. A part of him had died after that day, and Nakul feared it wasn't coming back anytime soon. He'd always been close to his mother. Sutasoma and Shrutakarma, he notes, are probably crying more than her, and his heart does a little flip-flop. Shatanik is stone-faced, thoughts flitting through his mind and flickering in his eyes, but his mouth doesn't betray any of it. He looks calm, and absently, Nakul murmurs, 'you've changed, duckling,' and promises himself never to say that out loud. The children are painfully aware of that fact, they don't need to be told. But when she hugs the four of them, Shatanik looks up, caught in the moment as if a deer in the headlights, and then hugs all of them, shifting them and almost picking them up with the force of his hug. Nakul shakes his head in fond exasperation. He had never been good at showing people he loved them. And being trained by the Parshatas would have exacerbated that. But it was alright, he knew how to read emotions from the slightest curl of a fist, the minutest furrow of eyebrows, and the tiniest twitch of an eye.

He observes Prativindhya, turned away from his father, his face painted with slight disgust and his hands crossed. He observes how Sutasoma is quick to swallow, unsuccessful at hiding the lump in his throat, his eyes murky with the film of tears on them. He sees Bheem look at him for only a moment before nearly crushing his son in a hug, picking him up like he was feather-light and asking him about his health and his food and what he'd been up to. He sees Shrutasen stand stiffly as Sahadev looks at him, really looks at him, both of them so stiff and awkward it makes him want to tease his brother and push them closer for a hug. But he knows Shrutasen was barely eleven when they left, and does not know how to interact with a man he scarcely remembers. He also has more important things to do, namely, seeing his own son.

This time around, Shatanik observes him. He's rough around the edges, and his arms on his father's and he is intently looking at him, his eyes narrow and searching. "I've missed you kid," he says, gruffly. He does not call the man in front of him duckling. He does not feel he would like that. Shatanik nods. "Same," he whispers.

But Shatanik's eyes keep darting across the room, and he turns to look. The sight makes a deep, deep discomfort buried within him resurface, and he rolls his eyes at how predictable his brother is being. Shrutakarma is ecstatic to see his father. After all, Yudhamanyu must have told him a lot of stories.

But Arjun has walked right past him to see Subhadra and Abhimanyu. Arjun probably doesn't even realize what he has done in his excitement. But Shrutakarma walks off to stand in a corner, downcast. The action had been done, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, and Shrutakarma cannot see intentions. He can only see effects. But despite all that had happened, Nakul smiles. He remembers the kid.

He remembers a five year old, running through the stables with Shatanik and the stablehands running behind him and stopping only when he came to the strange horses Krishna had given him. He remembers Shatanik listening to him patiently as he rattled off about each of them, his face alight with joy and excitement. Nakul looked at the two of them, how their eyes seemed to search for each other in a crowded room and deduced that he had continued being loyal to Shatanik, and Shatanik, in turn had morphed his patience into a fiery protectiveness.

Shatanik guides him over to his youngest nephew and Nakul just smiles and opens his arms. He bites back a gasp at how quickly Shrutakarma comes to him and hugs the poor boy back. Shatanik rests a hand on his brother's back, and a thin smile splits his face. Nakul drags him into the hug, pressing his head Shatanik's neck, taking a deep breath and smiling to himself. Vindhya and Shatanik are taller than his brother and him respectively. Shatanik awkwardly pats his shoulder.

Shatanik needs time, he senses. To come to terms that this is real. There is a lot going on behind that large forehead, and it needs to settle before his son comes to him.

Nakul decides to wait. They have time, don't they?

[soupandsorcery]

Beaux wakes up to see five faces hovering over his. All of them look drawn, tired, but there's not a dry eye out of of the lot. Even Davrin, stoic unless he's angry, collected unless he's laughing, looks like he might have recently been crying, and Beaux has to blink several times to get his head on straight.

He was...in the Fade. Right. Solas' prison, a monument of regrets. It was cold there, bitterly so, and every breath felt like glass in his lungs. He remembers Harding's voice, Neve's, urging him on. Varric's, revealing what Beaux probably knew all along.

It still aches, a shard of pain in his chest that he's been ignoring for months now, still digging in deeper, like a splinter.

"Rook?" Bellara breathes, leaning in closer. Her eyes dart anxiously over his face, her hair falling into her eyes. Her bun is uncharacteristically messy, which feels like a strange, yet important thing to notice right now.

"Present," Beaux says. His voice comes out raspy. There's a headache behind his eyes.

"Is it really..." Her eyes well up and she claps a hand over her mouth, pulling away. Emmrich replaces her, relief, worry, and something cautious etched into the lines of his face.

"Rook," he says. "How do you feel?"

Beaux frowns. How does he feel? Numb. Angry. Tired. Aching. Hurt. Yeah, that's a big one. His whole body is one giant scab, throbbing with the pain of it all. But he doesn't have the words for that, so he takes a deep breath. "Fine, I think. A little dizzy, maybe?"

"Here." Davrin is behind him in a second, his strong, broad hands coming to Beaux's shoulders. "Sit up slowly."

"Right." He lets Davrin help him, even though the movement makes the pain explode in his forehead. Everything spins for a minute, and Beaux squeezes his eyes shut.

"Focus on your breathing," says Emmrich's voice. "In, then hold, then out."

Beaux obeys, dragging in a deep breath, expanding his lungs, and holding it for two beats before releasing it in a messy rush.

"Good," from Emmrich. "Again."

It comes easier the second time, and then the third. When he opens his eyes again, the room is still. And he realizes where he is. Lucanis' pantry is warm, bathed in the light of flickering candles and magical lamps. Everyone is packed in, save for Manfred and Assan, but he can hear them having a conversation in squawks and hissed words just outside the door.

"How much do you remember?" this from Taash, standing towards the back of the room, arms folded. Their face is shadowed, both by the light and by the pain they must be feeling.

Maker, they'd come so far only to lose so much.

"All of it," Beaux answers. "Tearstone Island. Neve. Harding." His voice breaks on her name. "Lucanis killed Ghilan'nain, and then Solas—"

There's a broken off noise of anger from Beaux's right, and he turns his head to see Lucanis there. Of all of them, he looks the worst. Shadows under his eyes again, Beaux notes. Those had been going away, once he and Spite made their agreement. He hasn't been sleeping. His hands are clenched at his sides, and his hair is a mess, like he's been dragging his fingers through it.

"Perhaps we should...give them a moment," Emmrich suggests, looking between the two of them. "We can all convene in the library later?"

Davrin hesitates, eyes flicking over Beaux for a second. "We are sure this is Rook, right? We didn't accidentally pull some demon out in his place?"

"What are you suggesting?" Emmrich asks, sounding more than a little affronted.

"Stranger things have happened. To us."

"I don't think a demon would know you secretly asked Lucanis if he thought griffons needed sweaters in the winter," Beaux says.

"I told you than in confidence," Davrin replies, directing the grievance at Lucanis, who can't even manage a rebuttal with how tightly he's wound. "Fine, you're you. Good." He claps Beaux on the back and slides past the others to leave the pantry.

Everyone touches Beaux somehow before they leave. Bellara throws her arms around him, clinging tightly for a second before she's off again. Emmrich touches the back of his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. Taash ruffles his hair, and when Beaux catches their hand, trying to figure out what to say, they shake him off.

"Later," they say, cutting their eyes to Lucanis.

Beaux nods.

The door closes behind them all, and their hushed voices linger in the dining room beyond. It warms Beaux through to know they're not going far.

Lucanis hasn't moved, though. He stands like a statue, eyes staring at the wall, unfocused. There's pain in the way he's holding himself, like if he doesn't hold himself together, he'll shatter into a million pieces. Beaux wonders how often Lucanis has felt like this. How many times he's had to put himself back together after having the rug pulled out from under him. Too many in recent memory.

"Lucanis," he says softly.

The only response is a low sound of not quite distress.

Beaux moves slowly, but with purpose, swinging his legs over the side of the cot, bracing himself on the thin mattress to try to lever himself up to stand.

But Lucanis is there in an instant. Or rather—something shifts, and Spite is there, blocking the way.

"Hello, Spite," Beaux says, smiling up at him. "Will you help me?"

"Smells like the Fade," Spite growls. "Cold. Bitter. Lonely."

"That about sums it up, yeah. It was..." he trails off, shaking his head. "Bad. What's going on in Lucanis' head?"

"Anger. Betrayal. Not again. Loss. Fear. NOT AGAIN."

"Help me?" Beaux asks again, reaching a hand out. Spite takes it, hauling Beaux to his feet. He sways for a second, off balance, and the world goes spinning again. There's a flash where he's almost sick right on the scrubbed wood of the pantry floor, but it passes, thankfully. Spite doesn't let go, and he's grateful for the lifeline. "Okay, let me talk to him."

The purple of those eyes recedes, giving way to deep brown, and Lucanis is there again.

"I thought—" Lucanis says. Falters.

"I know."

"I promised myself, Beaux. I promised you. I would lose no one else. And then Neve. Harding. You were gone."

"I know," Beaux says again. "But you found me. You found me, and I'm here."

He reaches up to cup Lucanis' face in his hands, stroking his thumbs along his beautiful, beautiful cheekbones. Lucanis grips Beaux's wrists, hanging on tight. "You're here," he repeats. "Mierda. When you disappeared, I— I could have killed Solas. I wanted to."

"He has that affect on people." The words are dry as a desert in Beaux's mouth. "How long did he have me trapped there?"

"Weeks," Lucanis says. "I cannot say how many. Days lost their meaning, after a while."

"Weeks?" Beaux sways again, and Lucanis tightens his hold. "Maker, the fucking Fade. It felt like hours for me. I think so anyway? It was hard to tell. I'm so sorry, Lucanis. I never wanted to worry you like that."

"No," Lucanis growls. "You owe me no apologies. If I had been faster—"

"You killed Ghilan'nain. You watched one of your closest friends die to help give you the shot." He thinks back to all those weeks ago, when Lace and Lucanis had been discussing him hiring her to watch his back. None of them could have known just how good she'd be at it. "I knew Solas would betray me before it was all said and done, I just didn't think it would be something like what he did. No one could have predicted that, and this isn't on you."

"He was in your head. He used you. Manipulated you. Then he just disappeared into an eluvian, like he had done nothing. Like it did not matter." Anger sharpens Lucanis' accent, bitter around every word.

"Yes," Beaux says very faintly. "He did."

Something in his voice drains the anger from Lucanis in a rush. He leans forward (well, up and then forward), pressing their foreheads together. "Forgive me," he breathes. "I should not make you dwell on it."

"There's no time for that anyway. If I've been gone for weeks, we have to get back to it. I need to know what's been going on."

Lucanis looks like he's going to argue for all of a second, then he nods. "You need the work to focus you."

"We've always been alike that way."

A smile ghosts over that handsome face, and Lucanis pulls Beaux down into a kiss. It's tender, and nothing has said 'you're home' so much as Lucanis' mouth on his. The last of the chill of the Fade is wicked away, leaving behind only a simmering warmth that spreads all the way down to his toes.

When Lucanis pulls back, he looks less haggard. There's life in his eyes again, at least. "Come," he says. "We will discuss with the team. I will make you something to drink."

He threads their fingers together, and Beaux holds on tight.

[scarletfish]

listen I HATE endeavor but I LOVE the way mha portrays his character arc. (note: character arc, not redemption arc - I don't think redemption was the intention or result).

I don't get the vibes that the show wants me to forgive him or take his POV as absolution. even at his lowest points, enji still has flawed thought patterns that lead him to commodify his family and keep him from realizing WHY his behavior was wrong.

mha isn't cramming some redemption narrative down my throat, they're showing me a shitty guy who's the product of the society he grew up in, with realistic goals and opinions born of that structure, trying to figure out how to do right by a family he irrevocably fucked up.

let's be clear: I Personally Do Not Like this guy.

but god is it real to watch his family come to terms with his place in their lives.

like, sometimes you grow up and you cut your abuser out of your life for good and you never forgive them (natsuo).

sometimes you have to reckon with the fact that your own trauma led you to perpetuate the cycle of abuse, and that isn't your fault, but it IS now your responsibility (rei).

sometimes you grieve what you could have had and play peacemaker at your own expense (fumuki).

sometimes you face the impossible puzzle of fitting your abuser back into your life - setting boundaries, having painful discussions, and deciding which compromises you can bear (shouto).

.....and sometimes you fake your death, get some sick piercings, and dedicate your life to setting your piece of shit father and every sanctimonious thing he stands for on fire.

I JUST THINK all of these responses are very valid and realistic 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

love a good "cut them out forever and don't forgive them" narrative, but as someone who had a more complex journey I LOVE seeing that reflected on screen.

[transmoriarty]

pushin the johnlock/mormor parallels even more

this is so far away from my Usual seb takes but like (callin this an au)

a seb au where he’s genuinely tried to move on with his life and hes vaguely seeing other people (it’s not going well)

seb who had previously defined himself around jim trying to figure out what else is There

au where, maybe just as he has a glimmer of something - jim with the “what life? i’ve been away” reunion energy

seb who defined himself in his faith in jim and as he finally stops believing that he isn’t coming back. he does

the scene where john’s caught off guard by sherlock in the restauraunt but it’s jim n seb

[gordonfreemanspussy]

kicks my feet... i don't see it a lot outside of barmey but... have we considered pre-rescas [or just pre-combine] barney calhoun with kinda shaggy long hair. the kind he has to put up into a little bun to hide under his helmet, but it's just not quite long enough to be an elegant bun. the kind of length that always has him saying "haha yheah i need a haircut" but that haircut always comes late and then after that he ends up back at square one... have we thought about this [i am talking to two ants on my bathroom counter]

[prismaticpichu]

jc I had a dream where Crisis Core Reunion just came out but there was some setting I forgot to turn off where random Nintendo characters would show up scattered throughout the game and I just vividly remember a dream-snapshot of that scene where Zack is lecturing all the SOLDIERs right after Modeoheim and Toad is just there among the platoon ehdhdhdhdhdh