#canonically speaking

[this-is-fox-speaking]

we should think more about the fact that Wallter got addicted to a drink that's said to suck majorly and taste like mild disappointment. like hey walls you doin ok. obviously not but I might as well ask??

[softquietsteadylove]

A little angst again, sorry. But it's a headcanon, I really think it happened in the film.

If you can remember the scene where Sersi told everyone that there is no Olympia, Kingo saying they're basically fancy robots, and Sprite saying that all this time Thena was remembering. And they had an argument if they should stop/delay the birth of the Celestial, if they should help the humanity. It's like headcanon to me where Thena suddenly stood during that argument saying that she and Gil already have a good life and then they started coming back again (the other Eternals) she's sort of stating that they're bothering their life and she's done and that she's sorry because she won't give a damn about it, then she walked out. Gil followed her and they also both started having an argument because Thena doesn't want them to be involved, she doesn't want to fight because she thinks she can't do it anymore, but Gil still wants to help them, the humanity, the mission. And Gil promising that everything will be okay, they'll be back home again together...

Sorry☹️☹️☹️

"All this time, Thena was remembering all the other planets we were sent to, and everyone dying during the emergence."

Thena was still quiet, barely having said a word since being pulled from her episode earlier in the day. Gilgamesh had excused that it wasn't uncommon for her to be untalkative. That was an understatement for their family present: Thena could go for days without talking after a bad one.

It had been so, so long since they had seen their family--sat down, had a meal with them. Even Ikaris had managed some warmth for them. But the warm welcome was no match for the sting of reality.

Thena knew it. As soon as she saw that Deviant on the horizon, she knew that the veneer of peace over their lives was going to be shattered. It was a feeling that came over her often. Only now, she was finding out that it was familiar for a reason.

"Sersi, we have no right to stop the birth of a Celestial."

Yes, it was called the birth of a Celestial. A deity of entire universes of galaxies at a time. A god borne of one measly planet's sacrifice. Even as part of that sacrifice, what they lost each time was mitigated by a cold, sterile reboot of who they were. Reduced to a question of numbers, the answer was clear.

"We're not going to let everyone on Earth die, right?!"

"No."

Heads turned as Thena stood, pushing herself back from the table and rising from her chair. They all looked at her to continue, but she held Gilgamesh's eyes.

"Right!" the human newcomer agreed. "We're not-"

"Our answer," Thena clarified with a frightening bite to it. The temperature in the arid desert home dropped several degrees. "Is no."

"Thena," Gilgamesh started, clearly knowing this was coming, and where it was headed.

"I'm with you, T," Kingo smiled, although his usual affability also failed to pierce through the hardened shell of the Warrior Eternal.

"No," she looked at her brother, and then at the rest of their family, "you're not. None of you are."

"Thena, please," Sersi pleaded, both the most gently and the most heartfelt of them.

Thena at least looked at her to voice her next denial. "Sersi, my life is here. Our life."

Gilgamesh also rose from his chair, seated at the opposite end from her to make room for their many guests. A handful of family turned strangers.

Thena met his eyes, the rest of them fading from her mind as her words finally surfaced. "We have done enough."

"Thena," he sighed, torn between the argument his family was making for human life and the other half of his life facing him a metre away.

"We have given up enough," she continued, palms pressing to the table. "Is that not why we are out here?--have been out here, for centuries?"

Sersi and Kingo met eyes for the briefest of seconds before looking down at the table again. That night left scars of different shapes on all of them, but inarguably the two to bear still-open wounds from it were the two standing.

"You're right," Gilgamesh nodded. He had never been one to argue for the sake of it, and the last person he would ever argue with under any circumstances was Thena. "But we're out here for another reason, aren't we?"

This time it was Thena whose eyes broke away--something the rest of the family had never witnessed from the Goddess of War herself.

"To protect humans." It was said with a faint smile--an attempt to draw the same from her. Gilgamesh was always good at that. "You made it all the way here on that promise alone."

It was true. She had endured Mahd Wy'ry, stormy seas and trembling in Gilgamesh's arms in the hulls of ships all the way to this godforsaken continent. Because she was unwilling to subject humanity to the destruction of which she was capable if left alone.

And Gilgamesh had never left her alone, in all their thousands of years together.

Gil pressed his palms to the table as well, mirroring his other half. "We have to help."

"No, we don't," Thena whispered, but it hit the air as if she were screaming and crying. Faces of shock and alarm rose and crumbled at the tears in her wide, green eyes. Even Ikaris pushed off the far wall at the development. But she shook her head ever so minutely. "Why this time? Why now?--again? Why is it always us?"

There was no flicker of white, or gold glowing under her skin. There was only Thena, asking why she was being denied her hard earned peace yet again.

Gilgamesh sighed, leaving his end of the table to reach the woman in tears. Were it not for those crowded around it, he would have simply tossed it out of his way to reach her. But he took the long way, unlocking her stiff posture and pulling her hand into his, winding their fingers together. "I know."

Thena held tight, shaking from head to toe. Every ounce of strength she had been given, and all it boiled down to was fragility. "You promised we had eternity."

"I did," he agreed, bringing her hand up to his lips. The family continued to stare, watching before them something that had unfolded thousands of years ago and yet was new to them.

Thena held his hand so tight that a mortal would break in her grip. She was built to fight--she was made to protect, but it only worked if she had the most to lose. "I can't."

"You can," he promised, as if it were just that simple. He still looked at her in a way Athens could never. "I'll be right there."

Thena's eyes moved definitively to his cuts and scrapes scars. He had been here this whole time, prey to a predator that she was just as vulnerable to, in a much crueller way.

He pressed his forehead to hers, "we have to help. You know we do."

Thena inhaled, breathing in the feeling of him in front of her. Her instincts demanded it, preparing her for the worst case scenario. "If I lose you-"

"You won't."

Gilgamesh. Her sweet Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh the Strongest Eternal, who would lay down his life for her, and for their mission for humanity, and both in twain if it came to such a conclusion. The ever present ache in the back of her head already knew what it would be like to lose him. She woke from nightmares with it, walked with blank eyes with it. She already knew how bereft any world without him was, in some recesses in her mind.

She knew the world would burn, because either a Celestial would burst from the Earth's core, or she would lose her heart and soul along the way, and burn it to ash herself.

[arnavot]

is he... you know..... *kicks out of the one winged angel*

[whizzer-goindown]

Literally just got my needed videos onto my computer/currently engaged in the rewatching phase (I've taken abt 5 years off from this show) but. Soon I'm gonna give Trina and Whizzer's relationship arc the deep dive it deserves

[bookmauls]

Maul is standing on a box

Arrested for War crimes

did I do this right idk

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

He would not go there.

[kenobihater]

after literal years i finally got around to downloading a pdf of the wipers times, an unsancitioned satitical british trench magazine circulated among the troops in france from 1916-1918 after the fortuitous discovery of a printing press. i have approximately five million other things i need to read so idk when i'll be able to devote much time to it, and i gotta pick up a proper copy bc it's missing at least salient no 4 vol 2. that said? i'm genuinely laughing at what i've skimmed so far

[s-aint-elmo]

part 2 of my pining falin agenda aka I STAND WITH MARCILLE THAT DRESS WAS CUNT

part 1

(ID in alt text)

[vanmarkus]

It ain't no lie, baby, bi bi bi ♫

[chloesimaginationthings]

The secret good ending for FNAF ruin,,

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

yall i kinda dont care what you gotta say on this one cus its real to me but katsuki is lowkey a crybaby. i fully believe he cries extremely easy,, like..HAVE YOU SEEN HIM ??? do you see how quickly bothered and emotional he gets over stuff ? no,not angry—bothered and emotional. (but the angry part also works lowkey i like to think in certain situations he gets so angry he cries.)

so yeah every time you argue—wether it’s over the phone n he hangs up on you or in person and he storms off to get away from you. he’s just so mad at you, he’s angry so so angry but he doesn’t like fighting with you. he’s in the right, he’s sure he is.. but a minuscule little part of him sorta wishes he wasn’t so this fight never happened. and also, don’t tell anyone, but he’s also pretty fucking worried you’ll leave him.

oh and there they are, he feels little tears prick at his lash line, practically clawing at his face the moment he feels them coming. he sniffles loudly nose already clogged and he scowls so hard, eyebrows pinched harder like that’ll make them go away.

he’s angry, so angry. he tries to convince himself he’s fuming just so he can stop crying.

—and he cries anyway. it’s nothing too dramatic, no sobs. only a hiccup manages to pass through his lips and he’s heaving and sniffling hard, wiping at his eyes and nose.

and he cries anyway.

[allthegothihopgirls]

everyone talks about how bruce talks about his 'babies' as if they're just sweet little kids, when they are OBVIOUSLY not (shocking everyone who meets them). but i think dick would do the Exact Same Thing:

dick: "and you're gonna LOVE my baby brother jason, he's so smart, and has such a sense of empathy. but god does he just get bigger every day, they grow up so fast"

enter 6'5 literal mountain jason todd, who looks like he's going to snap someone's neck if they so much as look at him the wrong way.

dick: "sometimes i'm just blown away by tim's genius. i'm always so proud of him when he accomplishes new things, but every time it just reminds me how independent he's getting. he's so full of life too, it's hard to keep up with him."

enter tim, who looks like he's met death and bears all of the world's secrets. although perpetually battered and worn down, he is also, not a baby.

dick: "oh and damian... he's the littlest one, and he's just the cutest, always learning and wanting to be just like his big brothers. he's so sweet too, not a mean bone in his body"

enter damian.. this one fits the size description at least.

[bixels]

Reminiscing about Little Witch Academia.

[julienbakerstreet]

[apollos-boyfriend]

people who refer to their favorite characters with pronouns that deviate from what said character uses in canon are stronger than any us marine

[thatbuddie]

this is your “i was here before buddie canon” certificate. reblog to let people know you were here before buddie canon hence being better and superior to other people who were not here before buddie canon.