“Strahovski will play the mother to Tremblay, a troubled boy who is
accidentally drawn into the conflict with the fierce alien creatures by
her ex-husband, played by Holbrook.
Strahovski, who has had runs on Dexter and 24: Live Another Day, next co-stars in Hulu’s buzzy Margaret Atwood adaptation of The Handmaid’s Tale with Elizabeth Moss and Joseph Fiennes. She also has two movies in the can: Dennis Iliadis-directed He’s Out There and the Marc Forster-directed drama All I See is You, the latter with Blake Lively.“ [x]
The Displaced Princess Wishes for a Fairy Tale Ending
When Hayato first invited his long-time friends to show their stands to Shinobu, she had thought it was a prank.
Of course she had–she couldn’t see the bubblegum pink figure repairing the cup, only that the cup itself had miraculously pulled itself back together. She couldn’t see the silver and navy hand that scraped away space itself and pulled her and her chair closer to the table–she could only witness that somehow, it had happened.
She was sure it was some parlor trick of some variety, and while it had amused her, she didn’t take it too seriously.
But over time, that wore down. Eventually, they showed her things that could not be explained by mere slight of hand.
And with those walls broken down, Hayato could finally explain what had happened to his father, and her husband.
When Shinobu first heard, she wanted to laugh. It was too ridiculous. It was far too ridiculous. How could she have been such a terrible person as to not even notice that the man she had married had long ago been replaced by a complete stranger? She laughed. She laughed so hard that tears started streaking down her face, burning hot and rapidly turning into icicles, and she laughed so hard that her snorting started to sound like sobbing, deep and choking.
She laughed so hard that the butterflies in her stomach had their wings ripped off and plummeted into the growing, hard pit that took their place.
Guilt wrapped her like a blanket, embracing her, the way she so often wished she was, and dragged her into misery and despair. Her eyes searched Hayato’s face, wishing that he would laugh along with this cruel joke.
Laugh with me! She silently begged. Please, tell me this isn’t true! She screamed under her breath.
Oh god, how could fate be so cruel? How could she not even recognize the husband whose affections she had longed for for so long? How could she brush off such obvious differences? How could she not even hear muted screams of her child, which she should’ve been attuned to, praying for the help of someone, anyone?
She felt herself drowning in a pool of her own creation, a septic sewage of self-pity, guilt, and ever-dawning horror. Depression that she thought she had finally fought back threatened to overwhelm her again, and Hayato looked at her with pity. He had already known. Shinobu was, too late, attending the funeral of her husband in her own mind.
I made a post like over a month ago saying that we should just agree to have gayace jug/head so that everyone can be happy and the discourse would be settled but to this day people are still fighting on that post shut up good God its been years stop