I KNEW HE BUILT IT OUT OF HIS HAMMER THATS SO COOL!!!

…So Ekko’s gotta be coming in clutch in act 3… right?

Whenever ao3 is down I go to tumblr to watch the girlies freak out and run around like its a city-wide blackout till the sun comes up and we can go back to loving thy neighbor and using microwaves again.

Do you ever think about when Rose got trapped in Pete’s World at the end of Doomsday, she might have waited for the rift to open again? That she would wait for Ten to come get her? And if someone tried to pry her away from the wall she wouldn’t let go. She would kick and scream and cry and eventually just sit in silence. For hours. That there must’ve been a moment, one single moment after hours of her waiting and hoping against all odds, that she knew he wasn’t coming to get her.

…And that the moment would’ve happened after five and a half hours.

As I was studying Jayce’s new design RELIGIOUSLY— I realized something…

He has a leg brace now. On his left leg… let’s take a closer look:

HE HAS A LEG BRACE ON THE OPPOSITE LEG VIKTOR HAS HIS.

… a leg brace Viktor no longer has— and no longer NEEDS.

Something, something one lost his humanity as the other regained it. That even apart they are connected, or whatever. Two sides of the same coin, their fates reflecting each other etc. etc.

What’s love so much about Markgemma is that they’re just:

I know you and you know me, better than anyone else could, and at the same time I don’t know you. There are parts of you that are a mysterious, that I’ve forgotten or have tried to forget, or couldn’t possibly know— though not through any fault of

yours or even mine. But because it’s been such a long time, during which people and things beyond our control have made new parts of us in the absence of each other.

I love the parts of you I know; I can’t bear to look at those same parts. I can’t learn the new ones I haven’t gotten the chance to. I want the chance. I fear it.

Because what if some part of me doesn’t love some part of you… as much as this part of me does now?

me when the non-human character wants to be human:

Not everything is gay, yes. But some creators will create the most heart-stopping life-changing on screen male friendship with two guys canonically described as two halves of the same whole and then they’ll say “nah they’re just bros.”

Like WDYM you traveled countless timelines to save the life of your best friend and push him towards a future where he meets you— SAVES YOU— because no one else can, no one else can even TRY— and THATS JUST GUYS BEING DUDES????

You entwined your fates together and we’re just supposed to pretend that’s the same level as a friendship bracelet?

Absolutely insane… same.

#needthat

I see your ‘Sun/moon ship dynamic,’ and raise you ‘binary stars dynamic’ as in— we orbit each other. We stay in place and keep moving for the other because they won’t stop pulling us in and we won’t stop chasing them. We will draw each other closer and closer until we merge together and explode into a single, beautiful nebula made of our combined star dust. And the nebula is beautiful because it’s us together, because we were always meant to rip ourselves apart to put ourselves back together as one. We are on a path of mutually assured destruction but we can’t turn back now. it’s already happened. It hasn’t happened yet… but it will.

We are in love, after all.

Hey, you? Yeah, you— you killed my father. So I’m gonna kill you. Prepare to die or whatever— sorry, what was that? Were we close? Fuck no. I hated that guy. In fact, I wanted to be the one that killed him. I’m only gonna kill you now because I have no where else to reap this seed of wretchedness he planted in my chest, so… Die.

…fine: I’ll give you to the count of three.