Alright, I’m gonna say it…
I’M ACTUALLY OVERJOYED SEASON TWO DIDN’T END HAPPILY. It only proved we needed more! There’s an actual anticipation, and now there’s time for us to make content in the meanwhile, heal ourselves.
We’ll wait for it to scab over, then the release will scratch the wound, and let the blood flow free again. It’s all a part of a process.
Their story isn’t going to stay tragic for long. The cast and crew won’t let that happen to them, to us. In Neil Gaiman we trust, in Michael Sheen and David Tennant we trust.
Remember that, no matter what does happen, the plot will be well-fleshed out and will end in whatever way that will feel good. Such an opportunity rarely presents itself.
But I’m so glad it ended angsty in season two. We need to be able to sit with the pain. How else can we grow, how else can we appreciate season three without taking it for granted. No one, trust me, nearly no one wants season two to be the official end of the show, do they?
Neil’s a genius, guys. Trust them all.
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You ever see a comic so good you start shipping two women from a show you haven't watched in over a decade?
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I think I've finally identified the ship dynamic that makes me most bonkers, which pretty much boils down to:
"I don't know who I am without you."
and can manifest as
"you have been such an integral part of my life for so long that i don't know how 'I' can survive outside of being 'you and i' and I frankly don't want to"
"your presence in my life has changed me so fundamentally that I literally do not know who I would be now if I had not met you"
"we are so close that I'm no longer sure where you end and I begin"
"losing you means losing half of my soul, and I will either die or live an empty shell of a life without you in it until we are together again"
fuck healthy relationships with individual independence, just give me some bitches who are so intrinsically obsessed with each other that they can't fathom a world in which they exist as the person they are without the other person also existing (and are perhaps forced into drastic actions when such an existence is thrust upon them)
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absolutely the most terrifying message to receive from @touchyourblood :
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So here's what's coming soon of my upcoming Sinnoh Elite Four fanfic, that surrounds the Sinnoh Elite Four and Cynthia that will eventually be posted on a03 and fanficnet (both are under my username, Sammieflute)
The title is:
Something Gained, Something Earned.
And here's the summary:
The Sinnoh Elite Four consisted of a new bug-type specialist with the thirst to prove himself, a ground-type specialist who had been doing this for over thirty years, a fire-type specialist who's emotions run high, and a psychic-type specialist who's emotions run low.
Then there's Cynthia, the champion, trying to hold them - along with all of Sinnoh - together.
Little things to expect:
Cynthia loves the beach, until she doesn't.
Flint is held back from throwing a punch.
Bertha jokes about retirement, until she almost doesn't. Almost.
Lucian confronts his worst fear, and later would find many more.
Aaron has a Dustox. This does not bode well.
Some blurbs from various parts of the story:
Cynthia grew very frustrated at his words. "I'm sorry?" In the corner of her eye, she spotted her colleagues readying their Pokemon, along with the man's fellow league associates.
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"I've been very, very polite this year."
"The year just started, Lucian."
"I know. Exactly. It's a miracle I've lasted this long."
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And Volkner smiled, as he usually did back then when they were together. "Always."
Flint sighed in content. "If I had to spend my final day on earth, I would do it with you. At least if I die, I would be able to see your face one last time."
Volkner's eyes grew wide. "Flint... you're not dying, are you?"
"No, no! I'm just saying. Hypothetically. If I'm going to die, then first I'm going to live. What about you? If you were to die right now..."
"Then yes, I'd want to spend my last day with you."
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"I acted like a child, and... and..." Aaron trailed off, in favor of hugging his Burmy Doll. "...sometimes, I still feel like one."
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They were still so young, and just learning how to live and not merely exist. Bertha supposed that learning how to live meant that some people wouldn't get the chance, and that ripped Bertha's heart out more than anything else in the world.
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POSTED NOW: Ao3 or FanficNet
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