#i sad.

[pajorko]

Adiós Nuri 😢

[lewanarta]

Maren is retiring 🥲

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[applejuiz]

Terrible no-good headcanons about Nate’s death (bc if redemption refuses to adequately explore it, I guess I’ll do it myself):

Eliot is the first to really break down about it, that first night after the very long phone call with Sophie and spending the rest of the day edging around the others. By dinner he’s exhausted, and goes to grab some whiskey bc he needs something a little stronger than a beer, and immediately crumbles about it. It’s far from the first time he’s lost a friend, but how do you mourn someone who truly changed your life, who was family when you had none, someone who carried almost as much baggage as you but was trying, one of the few people who saw you complete, good and bad and in between, and stood by you anyway. He doesn’t talk to Hardison and Parker about it because he doesn’t want to be the one to break first, to disturb the fragile balance they’ve been maintaining for the day, but he holds them tighter for the next few weeks, and is the first to hug Sophie when they reach her.

Hardison makes it to the funeral. He’s fully prepared to be the steady one, the emotionally supportive one with the tissues and the water bottles and the wise words on grief. He throws himself into the taking care of things so Sophie doesn’t have to. There’s aliases to be scrubbed and accounts to be moved and managed, several different versions of wills to be sorted through until he finds the real one, and that’s even before planning the actual funeral, reaching out to friends and paying off the right people so they and any other people of dubious legality can make it through the funeral without being arrested. But when the service starts and there’s nothing left to do, just sit and listen and grief, it all crashes down on him. He spends the whole service leaning hard into Eliot’s side, gripping Parker’s hand too tight and struggling to breathe for the third time in his life.

Parker deflects quickly, convincing herself that they’re faking Nate’s death for a con. Usually they plan for these things together and ahead of time, but everyone else is acting very serious so she assumes it’s for urgent legal reasons. She acts along, very solemn and downtrodden, and if the others are confused by her occasionally knowing wink about Nate’s ‘death’, she writes it off as some typical miscommunication, as some vague disapproval of her breaking character when they’re obviously being watched very carefully. It takes a few weeks before she stops ignoring all the cracks in her logic, before she admits that if this was a con they’d probably be onto some next stages by now, that they’d have used some of their codes, that they’ve never gone this deep on a cover. She disappears for a day and a half, favors some of her usual hiding places to curl up and hurt before realizing how miserable it is to grieve alone and that she doesn’t have to anymore, that’s she can cry at home with her family and be supported. Nobody knows what exactly was the tipping point for her, and she won’t admit it for a few months, not wanting to be the weird one again before remembering that she’s okay, that they have her no matter what.

One of the final clues for Parker was Sophie. Because she never cries, never has a Moment or a breakdown or any of it. She’s been to a lot of funerals over the years, including her own. She loves a good death scene, but this is not a scene, not a performance, and she refuses to make it one, to play the grieving widow like it’s another role. Without the crutch of a con or an act, though, she’s lost in it, she doesn’t know how to process. She gets quiet. She gets contemplative. The pain is real and ever present, but she doesn’t know how to let it out in a way that doesn’t feel fake, that isn’t a way she’s faked emotion before. So she doesn’t do anything. Just sits with it, until it becomes a part of her, until it starts to become something she can carry, until she can start to see a way to move forward again.

[bullsseye]

thinking about the boys timeline here re: frenchie. we know that the lamplighter fallout happened 5 years before the show starts, and that’s what prompts mallory to leave, and i’m ASSUMING is what leads to the boys kind of disbanding (though we don’t really know the details of how long that process may have been or any information surrounding it) but i have to believe that with frenchie’s guilt over what happened, he probably blamed himself for losing the boys, too. he mentions to the others that after he saved jay’s life, he never saw him again for whatever reason, and that he later died. he stayed with cherie in some part but their relationship/lifestyle feels pretty unhealthy for both of them, supporting each other’s bad habits, and was more than likely never the same after losing jay. its not hard to imagine that frenchie would have spiraled pretty badly into poor coping mechanisms (as we’ve seen him do) during that time period. i just think it’s so sad to think about frenchie essentially losing BOTH of his little found families in the span of one night because of a choice that he made and on top of it, that he probably thinks he deserved it too.

[yatoikis]

has anyone ever noticed that these images of sakura hugging yato and hiyori hugging yukine are like almost identical

[detective-terrible-detective]

tangled the series ends next week what the absolute fuck

[karenpage]

I know you're getting older, growing, changing. I guess, if I'm being really honest, that's what scares me. I don't want things to change. So I think maybe that's why I came in here, to try and make stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. But I know that's naive. It's just not how life works. It's moving, always moving, whether you like it or not. And yeah, sometimes it's painful. Sometimes it's sad. And sometimes, it's surprising. Happy. So you know what? Keep on growing up kid. Don't let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from 'em. When life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you're out of that cave.