beatrice is a tai chi grandma.
when ava wakes up and bea isn't in her arms, she toddles her way to the kitchen and fills their travel mugs with tea.
sixty years (seven months, and twenty-four days, not that bea's counting) is a long time to be together, excluding the whole arc situation. neither of them regret it one bit.
warm sun shines on her face as she skips down to the park by their flat. she might move slower now, but life's never been better.
there. it's just like the first time she saw her, focused and stoic, going smoothly though tai chi forms. ava knows exactly when bea sees her -- the way her gaze focuses and a hint of a smile.
settling into the chair that magically appeared after the second time ava appeared in the middle of a session, she waves to camila, who's frantically knitting. lilith is there too, wings shining in the sunlight. her hair is grey now, natural and flowing -- none of that dollar store wig-ess stuff from when she first transformed.
birds chirp and soft winds blow. a familiar figure arrives, same old cane in hand.
for a revived paraplegic and former nuns doomed to die young, ava thinks they've done pretty damn well for themselves.
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Just finished episode 1 of Pluto, and my heart is in pieces. North No. 2 deserved to hear the completed song and continue piano practice with Sir Duncan. He just wanted to learn piano from his idol 😭😭
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So everyone survives and gets another chance and it's only my baby fox who's not coming back? 😤
Isn't it unfair just how everyone gets to live and it's only Rang who has to die a tragic death? Lee Rang, the guy who never really got to be happy in his 600years of sad and lonely life? Even Moo Young after all the horror he brought upon the world is saved by Yeon and gets a second chance but when it's about Rang he's just supposed to die lonely with no one there for him, no one to sacrifice for him, no one trying to bring him back when it was actually him who sacrificed himself for Yeon and gave the couple a happy life that wasn't really theirs! They never meant to be together! It was their destiny to always have one of them dead if they got together! it was only Rang's sacrifice that changed it for them and yet he's the only one whose destiny isn't gonna change? The only one who's not going to be saved? The only one who's going to die for everyone else's happy ending? How is it even fair? He's the one who protected Yeon and the only one Yeon failed at protecting. Like everyone survives and gets a happy ending w/o even paying for their actions and it's only my beloved fox child who's not going to have a happy ending when he deserves happiness the most? Yeon always remember that Rang was your only brother who died for you and the only one you couldn't save...💔
This will always be a sad ending no matter what happens in parallel timelines and how happy everyone is there. The world in original timeline is a world without my baby half fox. It's still a world that Lee Rang left home on a snowy day and never came back. In original timeline the half fox will never come back home to his found family and no one is going to change his sad fate and bring him back.
This is just a sad ending to the sad story of a half gumiho who never got to be happy...💔
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have been rewatching st a lot lately and i'm just like- i'm just so mad that el has so much sadness and hurt and pain in her life, literally more than any happiness she's ever had. the only time she's happy is in s3, in a few of those episodes with max... like oh my fcking GODDDDD her happiness is literally like 2-3 episodes out of a whole ass show with 4 seasons... this needs to change idgaf if happy el would mess up the story she NEEDS to be happy next season or else y'all are going to see me on the news. my poor precious little baby who deserves the world and all the galaxies SHE NEEDS TLC AND AFFECTION AND HAPPINESS AND TO BE ABLE TO LIVE THE NORMAL HAPPY GENERIC LIFE SHE DESERVES!!!!
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Feeling sentimental over Sasuke tonight.
I can't stand when I see him portrayed as just a dramatic little boy, because fuck , his grief and his anger and all his sorrow and bitterness came from a love so soo big it made the world dark, his heart exploded over the sky and tainted it gloomy red.
What was love and friendship to him in a world boiling with corruption, with greed? And what's a flower in a battlefield? Can it bloom? What is the song of a lover over the roar of an earthquake? Would you let a bird go if you know it'd kill it or would you keep it caged? Or would you go out and kill whatever is waiting for the little bird?
Sasuke got so lost wondering how could he live a fiction, 'cause dreams alone can't save the world. Who would descend to hell and purge the devils in there? What's Orochimaru alive if not for that job? What was Danzo there for? What was Itachi there for? Why is that people only worship what shines? Why is that the kages can decide to start a war for nothing but greed? Why is that the heroes' sins are never counted? Why is that some of the last survivors of the clans that founded Konoha were roaming the world searching for justice in themselves, not in the place that was supposed to be their home?
Obito. Itachi. Sasuke. Tsunade. Naruto. Karin.
Uchihas. Senjus. Uzumakis. Outcasts of Konoha.
But then when Sasuke talks, they only listen to the "hatred" and not the truth behind?
That "hatred" came from a wound no one had the right to expect to know. It came from devotion, from the love of a little brother, the same way it came from Itachi. It came without a warning at such young age; their bones ached all at once and aged years in a minute. It teared holes in their eyes, black signs, dark omens, patterns of stars and silent mathematical equations to alter the world around them, to alter their fate.
And isn't it the tragedy of the Uchihas? To be able to slow down the world and copy what they see, to be able to travel to other dimensions and to be able to web nightmares and dreams. But even if they can make you live your entire life in a illusion or could help the dead came back from life, they can't erase what was, they can't make the pain go away, they can't forget. What's s dead was dead, what's done was done.
“ I can fix it. I can save them. I can fix the world. ”
But once it's over and they have tried (and failed in some degree), who is going to fix their empty chests? For all they poured and all they gave and all the flesh they use to carry the burden of the world, where can they rest without the constant reminder of what they've lost?
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