I raise my flags, don my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’re painted red to fit right in
WhoaKarkat Vantas || Photographer: My Mom
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’re painted red to fit right in
WhoaKarkat Vantas || Photographer: My Mom
Gee fef, you’re just too cute, calm down
In a moment of pressure, he doesn’t hesitate to identify River as “an ex” and, later, she and we realise the depth of his feelings for her, the pain he suffers. “You’re always here to me,” he tells River. “And I always listen and I can always see you.” He opens his heart and for once seizes the chance to kiss her, even though she is now only “an echo”.
Alex Kingston and Matt Smith play these scenes with convincing tenderness.
Ok, I’m gonna finally do something about this messy-bed-hair look I’ve got goin’ on, and once it’s tamed and out of the way I’m getting back to work Tinkerbull and throwing myself randomly into season 3 of Supernatural. Food will happen later.
I’ve been up for a couple hours now, so I suppose I should do something productive? I need to finish Tinkerbull sometime, and I haven’t done a thing with it for weeks cuz I’ve had company over. And I should try and eat something eventually? Bluh, we’ll see how the morning goes.
The biggest thing for me out of the season finale was the confirmation of the Doctor’s feelings for River.
There has been a lot of debates and arguments - how married are they really? How does he really feel about her? What is her role in his life? How much does she influence him? But in this moment, when he turned to her and told her he’s always seen her and listened to her, but did not acknowlege because it hurt him too much, you see.
You see how he’s hung on to her, despite his own denial. You see how he’s taken her advice to heart, even when he pretends he couldn’t hear. You see how he looks at her and touches her. You see how he kisses her, like he’s longed for her for eons.
She is his River, his beloved wife, his sweetie. He held on to her until the very end of her timeline, and will keep holding on to her until the end of his.
Sometimes taking care of Cas is like taking care of a child. It’s a good thing Dean knows what that’s like, that he knows the soothing words to use over a skinned knee or a nightmare, that he’s used to making food for someone sulking you for telling them that’s enough television for one day. He knows Castiel isn’t a child, far from it, but he acts like a brat, so much so that Dean wonders if he’s not doing it intentionally.
But when Castiel is screaming awake in the middle of the night, when Dean runs into his room to see him curled up on himself, naked back exposed and heaving, the muscles shifting underneath skin, he knows he’s not. Cas’ face is buried into the pillow as if it could swallow his screams, quiet them somehow, but nothing can quiet that kind of despair, the kind of thing that comes from the pit of the stomach. Dean knows it well, he knows the sounds of grief as well as he knows how to breathe.
“Sit still you little shit”
“women are weaklings!”
i’m strong enough to carry
your corpse to the woods
this haiku is my favorite haiku
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