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halloiambored · 2 years

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CW: angsty. Implied past abuse and fighting pains (that may or may not be amplified by current injuries). All around ouch, poor baby.

Hero was going to notice.

The thought was unwarranted and unfairly distracting - popping into their head right as Hero’s fist collided with the wall behind them.

Do you think they’d care?

That time Villain precariously dodged, before jumping to the side and scaling a table.

Which, for the record, was not easy to do with multiple broken bones, a few cracked ribs, and the cacophonie of bruises that littered every inch of their body.

And that’s not even counting the now bleeding cuts along their thighs, shoulders, and lower back. New scars to add to the collection.

All in all, Villain was surprised they could still walk, much less run.

Unfortunately for them, Hero didn’t share the awed sentiment. No, the most wholesome person they’d ever met scaled the table immediately after, only an arms reach behind them.

Dammit.

They wouldn’t care. Not anymore.

To stall, Villain grabbed the nearest glass, fully intending to break it over Hero’s head - because maybe they could still make it. Anything to avoid the hurt on Hero’s face.

I wish they’d care.

Cheap beer had already splattered Villain’s costume, mixing with blood, by the time their mind caught up to what happened. The crunch of class beneath their boots echoed in the wake of Villain’s startled, angry cry.

The fact that Hero’s skull was still intact barely mattered - the rather unfortunate incident was overshadowed by something urgent. Namely, Villain’s shattered right hand.

Who knew broken fingers could keep you from weaponizing dishes?

Thankfully, the blinding pain evoked a sense of self preservation, and Villain was prepared for what was inevitably happening next.

As expected, Hero trucked them from behind without an ounce of hesitation. Already sensitive wounds protested as Villain’s forearms smacked into the wooden floor - but hey, Villain managed to keep their main injuries protected and their face in tact.

The win was soon forgotten, though, in favor of a boot to the back.

“Stay down!” Hero barked from above.

“Nnngh - Hero,” Villain let loose a pained grunt, trying to alleviate the pressure on their chest. Every breath stung and their back was on fire. Was their back on fire?

No… not this time. But damn did it feel like it.

Oblivious, the Hero proceeded to press harder, “Stay down.” Villain tried to laugh, but it sounded choked - more like an exasperated gasp. They were shaking.

Fine. Everything was fine.

“Hero, wait, get off—”

They listened.

“What were you thinking?!” Hero raged.

No, they didn’t.

Villain let loose a yelp, then a scream, flinching away as kick after kick littered their already abused torso. Bleeding arms wrapped around particularly painful aches, trying to protect them - anything to lessen the pain.

A boot thudded atop their hand. Black spots danced across their vision.

They don’t care they don’t care they don’t care… but then it was over. Why was it over?

Villain’s sobs soaked into the bar floor, voice breaking over their pleading. It’s not like the string of “pleasestop pp-please please stop please stop” has ever worked before. Why…?

“Villain?”

A hand fluttered over the back of their head, held still but not steady. They were trying to regain composure, chest rising and falling in frantic pants.

Was that Hero?

“Villain.” No. That’s definitely Hero. Why?

Like a switch, Villain shoved off the floor and scrambled backward. “No, no no no no, dammit, Hero! I can’t, I thought…”

They messed up.

The table next to them shook on impact, another glass shattering next to them. Their panicked eyes followed the movement, but immediately jumped back up to the figure looming a few steps away.

Regret. Concern. Confusion. They’d seen it all before. None of it’s real, not even from Hero.

It disappeared almost immediately.

Snarling, Villain tucked an arm around their waist, sucking in another breath. In…. out. In - their body spasmed, muscles twitching - out. They weren’t supposed to show weakness. They had to keep it together.

“What were you thinking?” The voice was soft, so quiet that Villain wasn’t sure they heard it. But it wasn’t weak. No, Hero’s voice was deadly.

“Those people you…. you hurt them. Killed them. All of them! I don’t understand why—” the accusation was swallowed, overcome by the weight of the topic at hand.

Only silence followed. In…out.

“What were you thinking?” The anger was back, but not as strong as before. “What is wrong with you?!”

It was terrifying, being on this side of Hero’s wrath. Sure, Villain was used to it, but Hero was supposed to be the good guy. Their safety and reminder of good in the world.

The one who’d never hurt them in some sick, twisted sense of justice. Ha, ironic.

In… out.

Even swallowing was difficult.

“Answer me!! Dammit, Villain—” the nearest chair went flying, breaking when it came into contact with the floor.

Flinching and hiding behind their knees, Villain was fighting a loosing battle. It was too much. Too much.

“… Please don’t.” The words were whispered, frightened. Villain hated how meek they sounded. Bolder, they tried again. “Please. Look, I know, I know - but I couldn’t…”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

It hurt, Hero.

I thought they were going to kill me this time. She…

I didn’t have a choice.

“You wouldn’t understand. Those people? Their lives don’t matter. They don’t. They kinda deserved it. Please, can we just talk—”

“Deserved it?! Deserved it - for fucks sake, why don’t we talk about what you deserve.”

Hero stalked forward with a look of murderous intent. Oh my god, it was too much.

They were already cornered.

“I mean, what the hell was that about? Huh?” Waving their hand in Villain’s general direction, they crouched down. Too close. Too much.

“You think you can slaughter that many people and - what? Keep living pain free? Keep talking to me like we’re—” Hero’s anger morphed into disgust, Villain couldn’t look away “— friends? After everything you’ve just done… you don’t even have the spine to own it.”

If they looked away, they would lose it. They had to play the part. Deep breaths, focus on the pain. You’ll make it, you always do.

No, they couldn’t look away. It’s... ‘against the rules.’ Fuck the rules. Maybe Hero would notice.

Villain searched their face for any of the kindness they were used to. Any of the smiling, bashful Hero who almost arrested them - all for patching up a little kids’ scraped knee. It should have been there.

It wasn’t.

Too much.

They.. couldn’t do it. Defeated, their eyes darted over the wrecked establishment. What used to be their favorite place. Now it was in pieces.

Fitting.

Already, breathing was getting difficult. An invisible weight was crushing them, lodging itself in the back of their throat. Everything blurred.

“What the hell happened to you?” Spacing, Villain focused on the broken glass, then their favorite table - which was now just splintered wood in a corner. They’d miss it, coming here with friends. With Hero.

Don’t think. Turn it off.

An abrupt punch to the jaw brought them back to reality.

I… what?

“Ah ah, you don’t get to escape from this, Villain. Never again.” Hero’s hand gripped their bruising chin, forcing their attention back to their new hell. “I’m going to let them have you. I really am. And by the time they’re done? You’re going to take responsibility for every damn thing you did today.”

Hero spat out the words like they were poison in their mouth, but Villain checked out around, ‘I’m going to let them have you.’

That was… worse than a death sentence.

It was horribly familiar, the threat looming above them.

They didn’t want to go, not with Hero. But if they got caught, if they failed to return to base, if they were late… they didn’t think they could bare it anymore. Why couldn’t it all just…. end?

“Do you understand?”

“I’m sorry.” Another hit, this time to the nose. It made tears reflexively spill over and their head snap back against the wall. Villain closed their eyes and tried to pull away, no apologies. Not anymore.

They knew that.

But they were so sorry.

Especially for that they were about to do.

Hero didn’t give them a second to collect themself, no - those beautiful, hateful eyes found theirs again. “You tortured them. They begged you to stop, but you tortured them until you couldn’t anymore.”

Villain felt their face wobble, on the verge of crying again. No, they couldn’t do that. They already messed up bad, but it could always get worse.

Another deep breath.

“I watched you do it.”

This time, when their eyes closed, they never wanted to open them again. Never again…

They wanted their heartbreak to spill over, to break down right then and there - despite the consequences they knew would follow.

Instead, their face twisted into a smirk. All emotion hidden. If only they could forget it, but that was too much to ask for, wasn’t it?

“You know what… you’re right. I hurt them, Hero. I hurt them, and I enjoyed every second of it. But do you know what’s really fascinating, to me?” Eyes blank, voice a delightfully dark melody. “You didn’t save them, not a single one.”

Hero froze, as if they saw a ghost. Maybe they did. It’s the same expression Villain wore only hours earlier, putting on a good show.

“Did you even try?”

This time Hero stood up, visibly disheveled. They wanted to reach for them, to beg them not to leave. But they couldn’t - had to keep driving them away.

It was the best solution they could come up with.

Villain’s head protested, but they let it fall back against the wall. Staring up at the light of their world. What used to be their light, at least.

“A few of them screamed for you, you know. That one in particular—”

“Stop.” Hero didn’t pity them, that much was obvious. They were going to hand Villain over, after all.

“It’s true!” Villain laughed their twisted laugh, the one they save for enemies. People they’re ordered to take out, but never Hero.

This time Hero.

It earned them a sharp kick to the shin - grazing one of the many, mmany lasting perks of the worst beating of their life.

“AaHHhah - fuck, does it make you feel better, hurting me?”

“Stop…”

Their smile was all teeth. “It doesn’t change what happened, though, does it? You failed, Hero. I told you it was going to happen someday.”

Hero’s eyes were bursting with emotion - all of it hatred, all of it painful. Another blow, this one to their hip. Eliciting a sharp wince.

Villain’s legs fell flat. They no longer had the energy to hold them up.

And then they heard it: “You’re not who I thought you were.”

Their ribs… Villain blamed their ribs for why they couldn’t breath.

“I wish you’d have just talked to me.” Villain wheezed. They were toeing a line with that comment. But maybe…. maybe Hero would love them again, if they knew. They’d kiss away their scars and patch up their throbbing hand.

If only.

“But hey, I guess you needed to see for yourself what I really am, hmm? Or are you just over compensating? ‘It’s all your fault,’ is that what you think? I mean, it’s true.”

Villain shifted, resting their good hand beneath them and the other atop their lap. It was still shaking, their palm and fingers at odd angles even beneath the glove. Hero followed the movement, eyes quietly roving over them.

“Do you like what you see, love?” Another wicked grin. A cough, a grimace. “What I did to those people was nothing. They are nothing to me, and you? If you aren’t careful…”

Villain shoved every dark thing they’ve done, every monstrous depth of their soul, into their next smile. Their threat. “You’re next.”

Please stop chasing me. It’s too dangerous for you.

Hero took a step back, then another. “This isn’t you - what…” Hero’s earlier rage was almost entirely gone. Replaced by doubt, a hint of fear. “Why would you..?”

A crazed chuckle, “Because it’s true - you’re no longer useful.”

The laugh sounded distant, inhuman - it was nothing like the laugh Villain wished they had.

“I’m not going with you, Hero. But if you want to kill me, by all means, do it now. Do something truly despicable, for once in your fairytale life - you won’t get another chance.”

Maybe they’d do it. It would be easier if they did.

“I’m not you.” Hero argued, their lips pulled up over a nasty frown. It wasn’t a pleasant face, not smiling, not happy. “I’m not a monster, I’m not going to kill you and walk away like it’s fucking easy!”

Hero was long past stoic, emotion spilling into their every word.

It took their breath away. It hurt.

This isn’t how they wanted to remember their Hero - please, please come back. Please don’t let this be real.

Sitting before them, Villain coughed. A rattling, bloody cough.

“Okay, okay. I guess you’re right.”

They listened, for real this time.

Villain’s signature snark was forced, so forced, but Hero didn’t notice. “You’re not a monster.” Or if they did, they didn’t care, did they? “But you’re no hero, either. Heroes help people, love - but you? You could never stop me from ruining them. You’re nothing, darling, nothing at all, but a pawn in a bigger game.”

Making eye contact, challenging Hero to lash out, Villain hit the final nail. Sealing their fate.

“Hhhmph, no, you’re less than that. A pawn would have saved Teammate.”

It worked.

Villain had seen countless people break. Seen their grief spill over, hope disappear. It never really bothered them, in the end.

But seeing it happen to Hero? It…

Why did it…

Like there was nothing, nothing that could ever...

Hero left, without another word. And after that, well. Villain didn’t move. For a long while.

They tried at one point, but they simply couldn’t.

“You… please…”

Fuck the rules.

It was all a blur: sobbing, uselessly clawing at their suit. They knew it was futile, but they couldn’t stand the person they’ve become.

The monster.

Hero was right.

But Villain refused to see them break in different ways, in permanent ways. They’d deal with Supervillain to their last breath, and then some, if it meant Hero could find better than a life of pain.

Supervillain.. oh.

What time was it?

Did it even matter, anymore?

It did. It really did.

Eventually, she would come for them if they didn’t get up. She’d be beyond angry already, furious over each tiny infraction - but it would be hell if they didn’t get back on time. Fucking bastard.

So Villain crawled, one hand tucked against their aching chest. Then stood, shoulder leaning heavily against a wall. It was excruciating, the way their body screamed.

Their legs shook, blood trickled down their arms and rib cage. How were they supposed to do this?

The memories flooded back, in the midst of their agony: of Hero laughing and ranting over their perfect job, of kindness and healing. Of peace.

… please help me.

They were crying again, silently, forehead crushed against the old paint. It was like watching water roll down a colorful window, the way their red stained tears trickled down the textured wood.

It was pitiful.

They didn’t even hear her come in, in their current state. Not until the silence was deafening, and their every instinct was alight with warning.

Not until her lackeys secured all exits, and Supervillain’s boots came to a halt behind them. And once they finally caught on… Villain’s stomach dropped.

“You’re late.”

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its-all-down-hill · 27 days

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#truth #broken relationships

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sappyscarab · 2 years

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i’m not fixing any more bonds i didn’t break.

this is what you wanted, you created the stakes.

i’m so tired of being the one to go out of my way, to always be the one that pays.

i miss the bonds i used to have. i cherish the memories of the good days.

that’s why my pride is always put aside. i just want the anger to subside.

but no longer will i silence my voice, or give others the choice.

i’m not fixing any more bonds i didn’t break.

this is what you wanted, you created the stakes.

Sappy Scarab

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zaynes-nieve · 9 months

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Spoilers ig?!

I'm probably totally late to this, but I got bored and decided to watch Sonic Prime cause I loved the murder mystery and wow. That shit was crazy and amazing. Though I'm not a Sonic fan per se, I can't tell you how accurate it is to the characters. The only show I ever watched was Sonic Underground (Rest in Peace), but I loved it a lot. One relationship stood out to me the most, though. Sonic and Nine (Red Dimension Tails) I could tell where it was going from the beginning, though I'm not happy at all to see it become a reality. Their friendship was doomed to fail because, in all fairness, not the fault of Sonic, really. He only saw his friend in Nine and not Nine himself. Not to say that he didn't cherish Nine either, but come on, we all saw how he talked about Nine. He was always kinda comparing all of them, not just Nine to his original friends. And there was no way that was ever going to end up going well. But it wasn't his fault either. Imagine suddenly ending up in a broken world with only people who had the exact features and voice (not always) around you in an unfamiliar world. You would latch on. You would try to make any connection between what you lost and what is in front of you. That's grief. That's coping. But It isn't fair to the person you're doing that, too. Though I wish it could have happened another way, this is reality. I'm not excited to see when they finally duke it out. It also brings up the concern about what happens to these universes when he finally gets the crystals back and whole. Honestly, I wish was brought up more cause- Like Sonic, you might literally be asking for Nine to off himself and anyone else in these worlds wtf.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #nine tails #tails (nine)#Dimension travel #fuck those crystals fr though #broken relationships #grief #unhealthy coping mechanisms #sonic you know he was as real as your tails was! you told shadow please make up #sonic and nine #sonic and tails #sonic and friends #mentioned #ready but not really for the next season

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captain-lessship · 10 months

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Oh Mother Green Pt. 1

“Alright, what the fuck have you ordered now?” You shouted as you looked the crate into the living room.

Murdoc rose up off the sofa, nervously laughing, “About that… that would be our guitarist.”

You looked at him, “Murdoc. Human trafficking is a crime!” You began to panic. “Get the prybar, 2D!”

The lanky singer walked to the closet, you knocked on the crate, “Hello? Is someone in there?”

A knock came back. “It’s okay, we’ll get you out of there.”

2D came back with the prybar and handed it to you, “Here, do you think she’s okay in there?”

You wedged the hooked in under the wooden lid, “She better be or you are going to have to explain it to the police.” You said, looking at Murdoc.

After a few attempts, you broke the lid off, revealing a surprisingly calm little girl. You locked eyes with her and instantly there was a feeling of protectiveness.

Ever since that meeting in the FedEx crate, you loved Noodle more than you ever thought you were capable of loving anyone or anything else.

You smiled as you were cooking up a small breakfast when a pair of arms came around your legs. It was Noodle.

“Morning,” you said, attention going back to the pancake you prepared to flip.

The little girl went to go sit at the table, waiting on you. You saw her out of the corner of your eye playing with the fork and butter knife. Yet again, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, this time further up on you.

“Morning, Murdoc.” You said, feeling his head rest on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cooking?”

“Pancakes and I am thinking about attempting a cat shaped one for a little someone.” You said loud enough for her to hear, drawing a smile from her.

Murdoc tilted his head to press a kiss to your cheek, “What’s got you in a lovey mood?” You giggled.

“It’s just me, you… and the kid.” He said.

“Oh so you’re embarrassed of me around the boys.” You tsk-ed at him.

Murdoc rolled his eyes playfully, “Always trying to pick a fight.” He removed his arms and walked to the table where Noodle sat. You glanced at the scene before you: Murdoc and Noodle simply talking, even though Noodle was talking a entirely different language, he seemed to understand to an extent.

You smiled at the sight. Murdoc was rough a little deep than the edges but deeper down than most would care to look was a good man, a caring one, one that wanted more than life would give him. That was why he tried so hard to be this over the top rockstar and he was successful with it.

You couldn’t help but think back to the younger days of your relationship, when your mom warned you about boys like him and your dad was tempted to drown him in the bathtub.

You remembered when you ran off with him, with only a back pack, purse and your last paycheck from your cashier job; Oh, how your mom cried and your dad yelled as you rode away on the back of his motorcycle, not caring how fast and how far he was going to go. Being nineteen, young and free was how you saw him still.

Since that day, you enjoyed being the missus. You helped plan out shows, you made the real estate deal for Kong Studio and you took care of them all.

You flipped the last pancake onto a plate, “Who wants the first one?”

It had been years since then. Still, you smiled as you thought about it all, fond memories hung in your head like forgotten Christmas lights.

Noodle’s Sweet Sixteenth Birthday, 2D getting his Law Degree, Russel publishing a cookbook and Murdoc and you getting married, lasting a few years then getting ‘divorced’ after it was brought to light that he forged the marriage certificate.

You and Murdoc had, like many rockstar young love havers, fell apart but Noodle still called you ‘Mama’ which was the highest honor you could have ever been given.

You were sitting on the porch, gently humming as you painted when you heard someone call your name.

“Mama!” You looked up and saw your sweetheart, “I got you something!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” You said, standing up and walking to open the walk way gate for her. As soon as she closes it behind her, you put your arms around her. You kissed her cheek as you both walked up the path, “You must be tired, sit here. I made lemonade!” You said, cheerily.

“I need to talk to you.”

You stopped and looked at her, “About what, sweetie?”

Noodle looked at you, “Murdoc started a cult.”

“What for?”

“Seducing a demon.”

You laughed lightly, “Of course it was, poor bastard could never pick up girls, I had to go to him.” You then rolled your eyes, “Execpt the Paula Cracker incident, could’ve killed him right then and there

“Mama, I think he misses you.”

You went silent. A life full of peace, quiet and no obligations is what you were living now.

You had your daughter, a few friends that came over and talked about books, gossip and recipes with, a side hustle of making paintings and doing portraits of people. But oh god, did you miss him.

“What makes you think that?” You asked her. You looked at her long and hard, mind drifting back to the little girl who was scared of the dark and wanted orange juice with every meal.

The teenager who crashed your car into a light post and told you to get out of her room.

The young lady who shone brightly with the influence of your kindness and Murdoc’s ambition, who was looking at you; thirty years of love, pride and purest joy staring at you.

“He seems so lonely and he still has a picture of you in his wallet. Multiple actually, which, quick question, did you really look like that in the 80s?”

You chuckled, “Why yes, my hair was that big, bleached and frizzled. A real Janet Gardener type but if you thought mine were bad, god, you should’ve seen Murdoc, a Kip Winger reject.”

Noodle noticed how you lit up talking about your youth and how you and he used to be. She knew you missed him too.

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commehter · 1 year

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This is Not an Apology - Gravity Falls Fanfic

Rating: Teen Genre: Angst Pairings: None Characters: Stan, Ford Summary: Once, when they had been young, they hadn't needed words to understand each other. Those days are long gone. Stan finds himself struggling with that realization.

A (more-or-less canon-compliant) missing scene taking place shortly after the ending of "A Tale of Two Stans."

~.~.~.~.~

You can read this one-shot on AO3.

One-Shot

2K Words

Posted 03/27/2016

Happy reading!

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soldieroflove780 · 1 year

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I walked out of your life , now can you please walk out of my mind?

#broken relationships #thoughtofyouagianafteralongtime

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soulinkpoetry · 9 months

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Just know what you’re in for before you ask for a second chance, because it can take years to gain it back if ever at all.

#second chances #not the same #when trust is gone #soulinkpoetry #broken relationships #poetry #thoughts #she writes #feelings #poets on tumblr

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uneasy-eyes · 1 year

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[poem] broken family bars

I take what I can get–even if they are crumbs. I treat girls like little sisters and boys like my sons. Always preparing for a future I still don’t understand. No help coming? I learned to manage with my own two hands. I’m a good mom and dad, like I was raised to be. I’m a good mom and dad, but who takes care of me? ~actuallyFrankie

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#broken families #broken family kids #broken relationships #brokenness #healing #mental health #trauma

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the-struggle-is-real-dude · 1 year

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Sometimes you have to forgive people even when you know they don't deserve it.

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#foregiveness #forgive and move on #you deserve to be free from their thought #love #friendship #broken relationships #heartbreak #recovery #quotes #thoughts #writing #random

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w-armansky-blog · 2 years

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(...) In the actress's case, this was a particularly challenging endeavor, since she had been romantically involved with Bergman and a lot of the film's painful details were extracted from her own life. Ullmann herself said that shooting Scenes from a Marriage was akin to participating in a documentary. (...) this is Ullmann's crowning achievement in a career full of unbelievably great feats. It's, in fact, one of the performances I'd shortlist if someone ever asked me to select the best film acting of all-time.

In Marianne's case, this lack of demonstrative inner thought is even more present than in Johan's because she isn't sure of who she is at the start of the narrative. Like many people in long-term relationships, she had let her identity be defined by her connection to another person, which proves to be destructive once he pulls away and leaves Marianne alone with herself.

(...) the actress constructs a believably complicated woman whose relationship to her husband changes over a decade of shared living.

Instead of going the expected route of playing histrionics, tears, and screams, she reacts with fear. It's an existential panic that seems to sprout from the depths of her spirit and makes her unravel, laid bare before our eyes. The performance is more visceral than cerebral.

At a certain later point, when holding onto Johan to prevent him from physically leaving, Ullmann seems almost monstrous, a wounded ghoul trying to imprison the source of its vampiric sustenance. However, as Bergman keeps the camera on Ullmann, the grotesque turns to something more piteous and painful. In another scene closer to the end, the actress and her director will play a similar trick by leaving the camera on her face as she shows how Marianne's lust turns to contented affection before souring into outright hatred towards a man who's never felt any qualms about hurting her with psychological warfare. Any word I write about this exorcism calling itself acting seems futile in its attempt at capturing the genius of Liv Ullmann. The best thing I can say is that, many times during Scenes from a Marriage, I honestly felt uncomfortable. That's maybe the ultimate testament to such a performance - it's so real you want to look away, but you can't.

source:http://thefilmexperience.net/