Dean was really reading Sam’s emails. Like. He says ‘I got another email’ but obviously it must have gone to Sam’s address and it was addressed to Sam yet dean felt he had the right to invade Sam’s privacy and read it anyway. And then he decided he would chastise Sam for living his life. Where does this man get the audacity
he had absolutely no right to open up that email. or any email of sam's without consent. why does dean feel that all of sam's decisions need to be run by him first? sam's life is his and his alone. if he wants to quit hunting and join a ballet company, then thats his right, and no one else gets a say in that decision. but dean doesn't understand sam has a mind of his own. probably because dean has no true concept of free will. never has, never will.
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hannibal using the word "fantasize" and not "imagine". cleaning the wounded hands of the man you love as he realizes nothing makes him feel more alive than killing you in his mind and then being with you, here and alive, warm hand in warm hand. hannibal telling will to not retreat inside his own head and stay with him and will answers "where else would i go" because there's nowhere he could go without hannibal on his side, not even his own mind ("i can't get you out of my head"). the soft sight of each other--not yet complete understanding because will doesnt fully understand himself yet but at least he sees, and the understanding will wait. id write more but i literally cant breathe
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He could hear voices calling out for him in the distance, he knew that they’d come looking eventually but he had wished that they wouldn’t. He needed time to grieve the loss of something he’d never had.
As the voices grew closer, Sokka gave himself one last try. Knowing the answer but holding out hope. He stood, gently closing his eyes, and took a deep, shaky breath- letting out a silent “please”.
For a moment, he truly felt connected to the water that lay before him; he could hear the quiet splashes it made as fish came too close to the top, he could sense the presence of the stream itself as he mimicked the movements he envied sister for knowing and, for a moment, he thought that maybe this time was different. When he opened his eyes, however, the river sat still, unbothered by his efforts.
Maybe he was never meant to be special.
I’ve been thinking a lot about Sokka’s desperation to become a warrior and how he probably grew up constantly feeling like he was in Katara’s shadow and how he more than definitely tried, at least a couple times, to waterbend when he was younger- got me more than a little emotional ngl
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