“Even in the face of his own destruction, Apocalypse remains content, muttering “All is revealed” – a knowing nod to Jean Grey’s connection with the Phoenix and a fulfillment of En Sabah Nur’s quest to push mutant evolution to new levels of power. “
When someone is stabbed, you’re told not to remove the knife. Once it’s removed, everything begins to fall apart. In less than ten minutes, someone could bleed out.
She still isn’t sure which of them stuck the blade in her stomach, but she refuses to pull it out. Instead, she embraces it.
“Do you love me,” she asks, still not facing him, “or do you just hate the idea of losing me?”
It’s silent, and she does not know how to read this situation. If she turned around, she knows the emotion would be clear on his face because he has always been an open book. For her, he will always be an open book.
She doesn’t turn around, though, and she realizes that she doesn’t want to see his face—see the destruction that she’s caused.
He says her name then, and his voice is level; it twists the knife.
He says, “Why do you do this?”
He says, “I’m not losing you. You’re running away.”
And he says, “I love you—god knows that I love everything about you—but we’re falling apart. You’re tearing us apart.“
Finally, she turns around, and she’s not sure what she expected, but it surely was not this. He’s cold, blank, torn apart and carelessly sewn back together. He is covered in her—covered in her heartbreak.
"I need—” He clears his throat, hides any slip of emotion. “I need you to let me go because I don’t have the strength to do it myself.”
And at that moment, she realizes this is no longer a game. All this time she thought she was being selfish with her heart, but this boy—This boy makes her wish things were different; he makes her wish that she was different.
That’s why she sucks in a rattling breath, and that’s why she forces those selfless words past her lips. She swallows the pain and tries to cure the heartbreak when she says, “You should leave."
He winces. He looks like he wants to take back his words. He looks like he wants to stay, and he looks like he wants to cross the room in three steps and pull her into his arms and stop her from slipping away like water between his fingers.
Looks, however, have always been deceiving.
He leaves, and he takes the knife with him.
H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #44
Reasons why Leia was fucking awesome in A New Hope
- After the heavy price paid to get the Death Star plans (I.e Rogue One), Leia’s quick thinking helped get those plans away from the Empire’s plans via R2.
- She went down fighting by shooting one of the stormtroopers before getting stunned herself.
- She boldly lied to Darth Vader’s face about her true purpose despite the risk involved. Bonus points for the fact her diplomatic excuse doesn’t hold up water after Rogue One but she goes through the motions anyway.
- She is tortured by Darth Vader and still doesn’t give up the rebel’s location.
- When faced with the destruction of her home planet; in a desperate bid to save her planet she does give out false details of the rebel’s location on a planet implied to have no civilisation. She doesn’t want ANYBODY to die.
- She also gives the same amount of respect to Tarkan as she did to Vader. Which is to say, none at all because the bastard doesn’t deserve any.
- With Alderaan destroyed; you would expect Leia to give up her determination at least for a short while to mourn her family and her entire home planet. But she says it herself, there isn’t enough time to dwell as there is so much at stake.
- Promptly takes charge of her own rescue mission when Han and Luke’s incompetence nearly gets them all killed; killing stormtroopers and bantering all the way.
- Despite the loss of her entire planet; Leia CONSOLES Luke over the death of Obi-Wan. Selfless ain’t the word.
- Calls Han out on his selfishness in running away, but still recognises his efforts in rescuing her as she is willing to give him his money. Also remarks that there is more to him than just the money, and turns out she was right.
- Played brilliantly by Carrie Fisher, who clearly was having the time of her life.
I think a lot about Coran as the original Blue Paladin.
Coran who, upon facing the destruction of everything he loved and cherished at the hands of a leader he trusted, decided to stay behind and sleep while his world fell apart around him. Coran, Allura’s teacher, guide, and the only family she has left, waking to find something interfering with his connection to the Blue Lion. Coran jumping straight into the fray the moment he wakes from cryosleep, because there is no way that enemy combatants are going to take away what he fought so hard to protect, before he notices that selfsame interference is standing right in front of him.
Coran knows full well that the time has come for a new generation of Paladins to take the helm, but he’s spent countless years forging his bond with his lion, and now it isn’t just his any longer. The new Blue Paladin reminds him of himself in so many ways that it’s like looking in a brash, cocky, young, so very young mirror. As Lance’s connection grows stronger, Coran’s grows weaker, and he tells himself that this is for the best.
He doesn’t fully believe it until the Castle of Lions is under attack and this brash, cocky, impossibly young man put himself in harm’s way for the kooky, harmless steward of the princess. Lance is nowhere near experienced enough to feel the mutual bond they share, but he still risked his life to save Coran for no other reason than the fact that he’s selfless. Their talk of missing home replays itself over and over as Coran looks upon the person meant to replace him, and feels an unutterable sense of pride at being privileged enough to guide such a worthy Blue Paladin.
the 12th house can be self undoing and destruction. it’s a different sort of destruction faced in the 6th house, where there is the ritualistic undoing to serve remedy to nerves, dysfunction or even enhance self confidence. 12th house destruction emerges from unconscious resevoirs, an immutable longing for escape and to provide a reality of existence. research indicates that people experience low moods and withdrawal during seasons of colder climates. this dysthymic state generates a sort of internalized wall, its alone, they can be embraced by the sea, but every breath will hurt. the 12th house person can easily embody the martyr, the victim, the vulnerable prey thrown down to earth. but jupiter guards the 12th house. this swim could be toward treasure.
I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I THOUGHT I WAS STUPID AND INNOCENT AND NAIVE AND COULDNT JUDGE CHARACTER BUT LOOK NOW I KNEW LEGENDARY SWEETHEART LEE TAEYONMG WOULDNT DO ANY OF THAT SHIT AND NOW IMAGINE ALL OF THE PUTTING HIMSELF DOWN AND NEGATIVITY HE FACED FROM SM AND DESTRUCTION TO HIMSELF FROM OTHERS AND EVENTUALLY HIMSELF HE WENT THROUGH BC PPL LIED FOR POPULARITY IM SCREAMING THIS MAKES ME SO PISSED AND SO GLAD AT THE SAME TIME BC YALL AINT GONNA INTRODUCE OUR TY AS PROBLEMATIC IN THE PAST U SAY HE WAS SUCH A LEGEND HE HAD PEOPLE COMING FOR HIM YRS BEFORE HIS DEBUT DISKDKSNSMC
It’s almost strange, Cisco thinks, to see STAR Labs
like this. The Particle Accelerator did not bring the building down like a
house of cards, the Singularity did not pull it to pieces entirely, even Zoom
and his army never shattered it, the last unbroken thing. It feels like an
impossibility to see it all lain out, so much rubble, just plaster and drywall,
rebar and concrete, jagged metal and so much glass.
When it was under attack, facing destruction before,
Cisco always had that lingering thought under the fear for his own safety, for
his friends, that this building was his life’s work. Everything he’d built
since he was twenty, everything he’d worked so hard to create. From ashes and
pain, he had made something of it, and now there was so little left.
But not nothing. If the last three years had taught
him anything—if the last three months
had taught him anything, it was that there was always something left. Not
untouched or unscathed, because how could anything be whole in the ending of
the world, but still there. He can feel his own heart beating. He stands,
achingly slow, one gloved hand brushing grit and glass from his vest, and
searches. There is a smudge of crimson, Barry, several yards away, unmoving,
but Cisco can hear that heartbeat, too. Slower than it should be, but that isn’t
the problem right now.
When Hopper looks at her, he sees his Sarah. Her endless curiosity and vigor to learn. Her gentleness and love for every being. Her shyness and quiet voice. Her eternal courage and resilience in the very face of death and destruction and evil. But this girl with sad eyes and buzzed hair and unfathomable power is not his Sarah. Sarah taught him all the things she learned in school about planets and galaxies and far off stars; Eleven herself must be taught the principles and words and ideas that govern her new world. Sarah smiled and giggled easily; Eleven’s eyes are mostly fearful and stoic. Raising Sarah had been a joint effort between him and his wife; raising Eleven begins the uncharted territory of single parenting. But she doesn’t have to be his Sarah. She’s his El. His El who lights up his entire world when she graces him with a small smile and insists on those toaster waffles for breakfast every morning and scolds him for cursing. His El who lets her guard down when she needs a comforting embrace after a nightmare and playfully moves things out of his reach with her powers and encourages him to tell Joyce Byers how he really feels. His El who excitedly rides in the passenger seat of the police cruiser and spins around in his office chair and becomes the darling of the police station when he brings her into work. His El who he goes out to a diner with in the middle of the night when the grocery store is out of Eggos and both of them need a midnight snack and who looks up to him with all the love in the world. His El who he loves to the ends of the earth
the Prophet (SAW) beseeched us to value the Quran and love and protect his family after his death because he knew those things would be vulnerable to manipulation and would face destruction. We also know from the Quran his requests to his followers were not of his own will, but the will of God. Sunnis can say a lot, but they are factually incorrect in insinuating what we do is against Allah’s desire.
There I stood, staring into the face of my destruction, knowing that my life could not last for much longer. I knew this because it had told me so. It told me I had such little time left. I proposed that ‘a little’ depends on its comparison. For instance, in the eyes of a common housefly, I would seem infinite. However, in comparison to the life of a star, I only exist in an instant. I asked, “What is the length of my life compared to in your mind?” and at that, it just smiled at me from the mirror.
When Izetta sat by
the lakeside near their campsite, it was almost like the world was
alright. The sky still had the same stars she watched with her
grandmother when she was a child. The crickets still sing the same
song. The sound of the waves still haven’t changed. And yet, if she
were to turn around right from where she sat, the world would be
wearing a whole new face.