i’ve always thought gerald was too complex a person to describe in only a few words or motivations. it doesn’t really sit right with me to think of him in all black or white terms. obviously he loved deeply; look how hard he worked for maria. obviously he hated just as deeply; look at what he became, and what he made shadow into.
good people can still do horrible things. bad people can still do good. just because a person is categorized as “bad” doesn’t mean they aren’t, or weren’t, capable of being everything someone would expect out of a person categorized as “good”, and it goes both ways.
i like to think he was primarily a warm person. but as much as i want to assign a gentle grandpa-like character to him and leave it at that because the idea of shadow having that pure kindness is comforting, i think more realistically he was a mix of warm and bitterly cold in all the moments that mattered most.
he would praise shadow—but only in the sense of what he was supposed to be: you’re perfect, because i designed you that way. you’re perfect, because everything about you is tailored to be in the image of your purpose and what i consider perfect. when you succeed, you’re perfect. when you keep maria safe and comfortable, there is no one better.
never would that praise be for shadow as an individual.
but neither would his criticisms or disappointments be either; you couldn’t stop her pain. you couldn’t cure her. you were supposed to cure her (never mind that that was my goal). you are a failure (never mind that this is projection). you are imperfect (never mind that this is my fault).
all said under his breath or in the ways he acted or moved or things he implied. he’s not so black and white where he was always ever kind, or always ever abusive. he was soft and welcoming and would treat shadow with the same familial warmth, and then there would be the occasional cracks in his kindness and hope when he would get angry or frustrated and say things he could never take back. like a parent in a moment of weakness blaming a child for the divorce.
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Just re-read Going Back The Way We've Come again because I was feeling nostalgic and craving some sweet angst and because I still love this fic of mine so very much.
Anyway, I am now mentally and emotionally stuck in a painful daze reflecting on chapter 2 - where Xiao Xingchen's past is relived - especially concerning that personal headcanon of mine that I included there.
Back when writing this chapter, seeing that canon apparently wasn't painful and tragic enough, I thought:
What if XXC and XY had almost met sooner?
What if there had actually been a slim chance that XY would have even not encountered Chang Cian at all... but Baoshan Sanren instead, back when he was seven?
What if Baoshan Sanren actually descended her mountain once a year to look for orphans and then came to Yueyang that specific year?
And what if she had allowed then ten-year-old XXC to come with her and help her look for a potential child to join them?
This would have actually been the perfect grounds for a little canon-divergence AU that's all happy and cute with maybe some minor angst.
But as I am fond of gut-wrenching and soul-splitting pain, I decided, let the possibility be there but then have them miss that chance by a very very very small margin.
And now I've made myself cry because it is just so damn painful to read and think about that missed chance... The two of them almost meeting... Xue Yang being so close to a happy childhood, not having his hand crushed, his finger turned into pulp or almost losing his life, not going on to commit all of the attrocities later on, and then Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan would also not have had to go through any pain and emotional and physical torture either...
There could have been that wholesome happy future for all of them... But it was missed by just a heartbeat because Xue Yang had been detained elsewhere, got back too late and wasn't there when Xiao Xingchen could have chosen him but selected another orphan first...
Oh the sweet sweet pain....
In a similar way, I thought long and hard about their actual first encounter in canon and why it escalated the way it did and, yet again, my angst-driven self was like
What if all of it was in fact ultimately just based on one big unfortunate really minuscule misunderstanding?
What if what each of them thought they heard or what they said was not at all perceived the way it was intended to and what was meant to be said and heard?
What if they had even been trying to say something but were interrupted too soon and didn't get to say what might have been significant to diffuse the tensions and avoid any growing resentment?
So we might have Xiao Xingchen, who is actually quite smitten with young Xue Yang already, despite his rather unruly behaviour, and even muses about the younger’s potential as a cultivator when receiving the proper training, but before he can even begin to say anything along those lines, Xue Yang, who is already or still too heated and angry by Song Lan's attack, interprets XXCs manner all wrongly as self-important and haughty and interrupts him to lay words in his mouth and thus never learns of the man's true thoughts...
Another twisted knife to the heart for another possible diverging path to a better outcome not being taken...
And now you may lie with me, staring at the ceiling, contemplating our existence...
@verycatbluebird & @ba0shanblack
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verse reboot: nothing ever really ends — [ post-series ]
sam and dean embrace their newfound freedom and retire. they take a couple of years to slowly move out of the bunker and move into a cabin in the woods. dean rebuilds bobby's garage and opens a small business providing car service to the locals. he even works on improving his health by limiting his drinking habits.
everything works out well, too well.
at some point, dean starts to doubt that this is the kind of life he wants for himself. he realizes he misses hunting and starts to wonder if this is it.
and that's when he wakes up.
because a djinn can only keep someone dreaming away a fantasy world, as long as they stay happy in it.
when dean wakes up, he's surprised to find out that sam ( @sunsymbols ) is tied up next to him, dying slowly while still sleeping. they were sharing the same fantasy this whole time. dean pulls out the tube that's been draining out his own blood and rushes to help sam, shaking him to wake.
they've only been gone for 2 days. but in their minds, it felt like 2 years.
with fresh memories of a fantasy that, for the first time, is actually attainable, sam and dean gather different learnings from their individual experiences. tension grows between the brothers, as sam refuses to go back to hunting and dean refuses to retire.
dean does not talk about this experience to anyone right away.
disclaimer: not all post-series interactions were just a dream. we can decide together if we want them to be, or if we want to start out fresh. feel free to ignore this verse if it doesn't work for you.
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Bahaha, I learned how to code Tumblr posts for Ao3
It's over for you all 🤣🤣🤣
@silentprincess17 wanted something with a zelink baby and you all have to put up with my dubious humor😬
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He’s playing the violin right now. It’s not exactly a song since he’s testing it out after all this time. Trying to find a place to start. He can recall so many notes and yet time has not worn away his skill in this field. Perhaps it never will be able to. That’s quite the thought. For now? He experiments with different notes.
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i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue
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the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.
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