crying because Killian Jones was abandoned by his parents/father as well
because he must have wondered how anyone could ever give him away
because he too grew up thinking that nobody wanted him and then he found Milah and lost her horribly, and found Bae and lost him horribly
and now he’s finally found Emma and he must be just so god damn scared of losing her, because he knows what’s happened to everyone else in his life that he’s grown close to
because he’s already more than half in love with her and when Killian Jones loves somebody, he loves them with his entire body and heart and soul and mind and spirit
and after three hundred years of revenge, grief, pain, misery, and hatred, he STILL SOMEHOW HAS THE ABILITY TO DO THAT
this man has been so broken by love and yet he continues to define himself by it, and hence in the absolute eleventh hour he made a choice for love and for life
this man is simply fucking extraordinary
and he is the only man in Emma Swan’s life who comes close to deserving the amazing, tough, smart, beautiful woman that she is and that he wants her to be
he’s gonna have to work at his redemption and he will, because he’s going to become a hero for her, and find a son to replace the one he lost, Henry, who will become THEIR son
because have you not seen how this man will do ANY. FUCKING. THING. IN THIS. OR ANY. WORLD. for the woman and the family he loves
haters, you will locate the egress to your left
We’ll never see Andrea blossom into the leader she was meant to be.
We’ll never see her and Michonne together except in dreams and memories.
We’ll never see her bond with Daryl over the shared loss of a sibling.
We’ll never see her being the one to pull Rick back from the edge of the abyss.
We’ll never see her hold Judith again.
We’ll never see her intervene on Carl’s behalf and remind him that he should do everything in his power to protect his last little spark of humanity.
We’ll never see how proud she would be of the man Glenn is becoming.
We’ll never see her patch things up with Maggie and become a big sister once again.
We’ll never see her listening with rapt attention whenever Beth sings.
We’ll never see her laughing with Carol and deciding to pitch in with laundry again (in between patrols and salvage runs, of course).
We’ll never see her taking casual walks around the perimeter with Hershel, talking about everything and nothing.
We’ll never see her teasing Tyrese about his aim, before offering to help him correct it.
We’ll never see her smiling all approvingly at Sasha’s sharpshooting skills, noting with perhaps just the slightest bit of jealousy that they rival even hers.
We’ll never see all the ways big and small that she would have helped to make life at the prison just a little more bearable.
We’ll never see what could have and should have been.
And that really, really fucking sucks.
The Morning After
The Morning After is not quite what Sebastian expected it to be. Granted, he’s had his own share of Morning After’s, and he had guessed that this one would be similar to the ones that he had with his other boyfriends. One of them wakes up first, has the awkward should-I-move-shit-what-if-I-wake-him-maybe-I-should-just-stay-here-fuck-I-have-to-piss-maybe-I-should-get-up decision to make, and eventually chooses to suffer in uncomfortable awkwardness until the other wakes up, get up and risk bothering him, “accidentally” wake him, or purposely wake him up with a nice morning blowjob. Of his (admittedly few) Morning After’s, none have ever really started like this.
remember that time you were like sixteen or so and thought being in your twenties would mean having Shit Together instead of discovering that the crises you had as an adolescent mostly just reconstellated themselves in more precarious ways, compounded by self-consciousness because you think you’re probably still a Dumb Teen (which you were only sporadically aware of the first time) and a doomed feeling that the cultural notion of adulthood is assimilationist in principle and that you can always live outside or diving in and out of it, feeling like a goof and a failure, or become somebody you totally hate in a Dumb Teen but also a serious and invested way at heart?
Remember?
//raucous laughter that turns into the burr of some cold wind thru trees
I will never understand the shit Muslims get for doing/not doing something. I’m a Christian, but nobody says anything when I do/don’t do something that the Bible states I should/shouldn’t do. In my opinion, as long as you believe in your religion, you can follow it as closely or as loosely as you fucking want because it’s YOUR RELIGION and YOUR LIFE and NOBODY has the right to judge you.
