-“You’re going to save them and for what? They don’t appreciate you!”
-“You spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?”
-“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”
-“Aren’t you tired yet? Haven’t you had enough?”
-“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”
-“Look at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. They’re just begging for you to end them.”
-“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”
-“You can’t be nothing because you have to be something.”
-“You can’t be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.”
-“You’ve shed enough blood. It’s time to stop. You’ve avenged their deaths enough.”
-“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”
-“You won’t be satisfied until your dead.”
-“This city/village has torn you apart. They don’t deserve anymore saving.”
-“You’d give your soul to them? They won’t ever be satisfied until you’re dead.”
-“You give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?”
-“You’ll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?”
-“I can’t watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.”
-“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”
-“It’s over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stop…it’s over.”
-“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”
-“What has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?”
-“You hurt others because they hurt you.”
-“I can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.”
-“You don’t owe people anything else.”
-“You’re like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.”
-“What do YOU want to become?”
-“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”
-“If it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”
-“The histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didn’t want to be known as a hero.”
-“Don’t die for our selfish selves.”
-“You brought this upon yourself.”
-“You can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?”
-“You say you’d burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when you’re standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?”
-“Your mentor molded you to be a monster.”
-“Your mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.”
-“They will never bow to you.”
-“You’re nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.”
-“You hide behind a mask all the time and I don’t mean the one upon your face.”
-“Of all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?”
-“You were born a villain but you will die a hero.”
-“You were born a hero but will die a villain.”
-“You’ve changed since we first met. You’re becoming something I don’t recognize anymore.”
-“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”
-“Greatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?”
-“We don’t choose these roles they just happen.”
-“I won’t watch you die.”
-“What are you fighting for?”
-“Fates can be changed there’s still time.”
-“Your fate isn’t set in stone.”
-“There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.”
-“You never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.”
-“I wish you could see your worth.”
-“Your life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.”
-“I won’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize.”
-“I can’t even say who are you becoming because I don’t even know what you are anymore.
-"When they write of your history they will say it began on this day.”
-“Your scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.”
Of course she freed those boys. There was never a question.
The memory of chains lingers. The grasping, oppressive metal fingers close around her throat, grope at her wrists. She can feel the rattle of each link in her soul.
Can you pick the lock? She had asked her brother–her counterpart, her compatriot, her other half. What she’d really been saying was Get these off, please get them off of me. And he had. Vax would always keep her free.
A cruel cage closes around Vex’s heart when she sees those boys. Red chains trailing from their throats. There are no invisible brothers to look out for them, to pick their locks and keep them free. They’re two scared kids, forced into a world that holds no pity for them and left to fend for themselves.
Vex knows what that’s like. She won’t stand for it. She knows the value of freedom–even the freedom of complete strangers. She’ll be their sister. She’ll keep them free.
It’s not a surprise that she drops the gold on them without a thought. The surprise is that anyone thought she wouldn’t.
I realize that many of us (including me) are seething volcanos of rage when it comes to the actions of a certain Watson of the male persuasion at the moment, but I had a realization yesterday and it was one of the first times that I just desperately wanted to give the man a hug.
Remember when Sherlock “died” in front of him in TRF? Sherlock basically did all the meaningful talking in that scene. He poured out his heart and said what was needed given the circumstances, fake though they were. And what happened afterward? There John was in therapy being urged to get things off his chest seeing as he didn’t get to say what he needed to in that moment of his friend’s suicide. And only at Sherlock’s grave do we hear that John so desperately had wanted to tell his best friend what a good man he was and that he would never believe that any of it was a lie. That was heart wrenching.
Now fast forward 3-4 yrs. Well here we are again! John just watched his wife and the mother of his child die in front of him, being powerless to stop it. He cried and wailed and looked at times like he was literally being stabbed through the heart…but he didn’t get to say what was needed. He didn’t tell her of the guilt he was carrying and that he was sorry, or how much he loved her and wished they could watch their baby grow together. None of it got said. Not the good or the bad. He watched her go, and then that was it. It was too late.
No mater how much I disapprove of the lousy things John has done lately, this realization of his suffering a second time around in almost the same horrible way made my heart absolutely ache for him. :’((
PUGS HAVE BREATHING PROBLEMS AND IT AIN’T RIGHT. THEY ARE LOVELY LITTLE CUDDLY BABIES WHO HAVE BEEN BRED HORRIBLY. BUT I JUST FOUND OUT THERE’S A SOLUTION THAT CAN SAVE THE SILLY BUTTER BALLS FROM SUFFERING FOREVER.
LOOK AT THEM.
NICE GERMANS HAVE BEEN CROSS-BREEDING PUGS WITH PARSON JACK RUSSELLS AND THEN BREEDING THEM BACK INTO PUGS, THUS CREATING THE FABULOUS SNUGGLE BLANKETS CALLED RETRO MOPS.
THESE WEENY MUFFINS CAN RUN AND PLAY WITH THEIR LONGER LIMBS WHILE BREATHING FREELY THROUGH THEIR APPROPRIATELY SIZED PUPPY SNOUTS. THEY’RE BASICALLY THE SAME RIDICULOUS LITTLE SUGAR LUMPS THAT WE ALL LOVE TO HUG AND MEME BUT HEALTHY.
WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IS INSTEAD OF BREEDING FROM THESE TROUBLED ANGELS WE CAN BREED HEALTHY RETRO MOPS AND SAVE THE WORLD. HAPPY LITTLE SQUISHIES FOR EVERYONE. YES.
can u please do reidxreader where she tells him (for the first time) about her depression, bulimia, scars etc(sorry if it’s too much you don’t have to do it) and he listens carefully and comforts her and lots of fluff please xx
A/N: SERIOUS ANNOUNCEMENT: Depression, Bulimia, all of these things are all serious issues, if you or someone you know suffers from them, please, please look for help. I am always here to talk too.
NOT SO SERIOUS ANNOUNCEMENT: Thank you for your request, I hope you enjoy it :)
You and Spencer had been dating for months, lately most nights were spent at his place. The lines getting flurries, boundaries being constantly crossed. You had become serious rather fast, which was fine, you loved him.
You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend, he was so attentive, caring, loving. He was always there when you needed him the most. Still you had held back a very big, dark, scary part of your self back from him.
The days we’re getting longer, harder, your mind could only think about one thing. It was becoming stressful, you didnt know how to handle certain situations.
You didn’t want to scare him away, or turn him off. But after trying to control the situation for so long you had decided it would be best to simply be honest.
Spencer could tell there was something on your mind as you sat across from him at the dinner table, “Are you okay, you, you seem distant.”
You were being different, you weren’t completely present “Spence, I - I haven’t been completely honest, about some things”
This statement caught his attention, he didn’t want to panic, or jump to conclusions “What is it?” he said calmly.
“I’ve been having some really rough days, tougher than usual, and I just feel like it’s all getting to me and I feel so many things are piling up and you should know that I’m trying really hard but I don’t know if I can” tears started to fill your eyes and flow down your face.
“My depression, bulimia, it’s all too much for me right now, i feel like it’s all coming back”
Spencer immediately stopped what he was doing, he got up from his chair and threw his arms around you. He held you tightly wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Hey, listen, it’s okay I’m here for you, no matter what happens I am always here for you.”
He continued to hold you tightly, “You don’t have to do this alone, ever.”
“I just didn’t know how to tell you, or id you would stay”
“Y/N, look at me” you looked into his hazel eyes as they stared back into you
“I would never leave you, ever, I will always be here for you”