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I hope that tomorrow we see Homelander go to his happy place. I need him to have brain damage, hallucination, absolute derealisation. A second before he goes, his death bringing out life.

A perfect life, a family man. With 4 kids or more, and a loving partner who will let him cry, children that he can nerd out to about Davy Crockett. With family dinners and special meals on Fridays like pumpkin udon with extra Parmesan. Because dad can’t cook and mom is a little weird like this.

They live in a lake house, make each other better. In the middle of nowhere because he’s been everywhere already. With a garden big enough for baseball and organic vegetables produce cause it shows love.

I need his eyes to glaze more than we ever saw them do. For once, not because he is scared or stressed or suffering. Because his son is a better version of himself, more honest and tender. And his daughters are just as sweet as their mom.

There won’t be any need for theme parks, or cocaine addicted father. Because all’s well that ends well. He will finally grow up, finally learn how to balance seriousness with playfulness. Anger with love.

Instead of having his face caved into a mountain, he has a smile carved on his face. Constantly. Because they are hiking, free. Taking pictures. Living. How lucky are they? Not animals, not experiments, not superstars. Just living. Emotional, tender, strong.

For once the house isn’t a curated space filled with paintings and sculptures, like a museum he’s actually not interested in being in. There are photos everywhere. And no expectations, just unconditional love. The dining table that saw laughter and arguments, hand holding and pregnancy reveals. High-fives and scowling looks, because the bedtime is at 10pm. Birthday cakes and heavy news. Everything that he ever dreamed of.

He will finally dance a day in his life, even if it’s just a hallucination. In the kitchen, outside, father-daughter, first dance, last dance. For the sake of dancing. Spontaneous and practiced. As long as it feels real.

So real he doesn’t even understand he’s dying. A what-could-be-life, lived in a second. Lost didn’t even noticed when.

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🐅Sel, she/her, earlyyyy 20s, Homelander-centric

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FYI: Homelander deserves the worst but not bad writing, that’s why here I talk about his characterization and other routes of it so much. We are all having fun, if you’re not-that’s completely fine! I like deep characters, dragged, tender scenes. I am aware of the fact that he is awful and problematic but since it’s tumblr, I will not repeat it every time I write a take.

Xx🥛(used to be sellander)

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Met this guy in the elevator today

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Dadlander yapping before s5 finale gives us more reasons to hate him.

I love that we are getting Homelander and Ryan in the lake house again.

A visual representation of all the “could’ve-beens”. A table with six chairs…fireplace…kitchen island…movie collection….

Makes me wonder. In a world where he is aware he is having a child with someone who wants this as bad as he would…he would freak out.

He would be losing his mind. “Listen, kid. I don’t know if you’re gonna be strong or quiet or…whatever. But I’m your dad.”

And he would CRY. Like…full-on sob. Snots and all. During the pregnancy? He’d be so helpful. He loves being useful. Groceries, special pillows, feet rubs, absolutly supportive or whatever happens to the mom during pregnancy. Even if it’s bodily functions and fluids and ugh…he will be fine.

“Don’t hurt her when you come out okay? Please don’t laser mom by accident…if you do have powers? Start small. Like…tiny glow? A little warm feeling? Not full-on heat vision on day one!”

Nervous laugh. Because he was told, straight to his face. Probably every time he hurt someone by accident he was told the same thing: “You killed her, you killed your mother, lasered your way out of the womb!”

And when the baby is born and everything is fine? He’d high-five the baby’s mom. In shock. Not because there’s blood or she peed or smth (stuff happens)…he is shocked cause everything is fine. “If you’re ever feel scared, that’s okay. Everyone does, even me. But if you do? Mom is right here. And I’m not far.”

Everything turned out just fine.

It didn’t. I am spiraling before tmr.

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Idk what to put in the speech bubbles but the OC IS religious. WANTS him dead. IS the one to kill him. HE KNOWS THAT. She DOES NOT think he is God. She can uranium him out. WHUMP!

Ik that we love him, but im not saving his ass, I’m giving him worse faith.

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Have you ever seen a dying dog? Stiff face, a nose that still runs a little bit wet. Their pupil making one last contact with yours. Their paws twitch as if they were about to storm off, reconnect with youth and run free. And then their tail wiggles. Because no matter the cause of the suffering, they are dogs.

Devoted, domesticated, stripped from instinct. Any animal would assume that a human next to them must be the cause of the pain. But dogs don’t. They know that this is a friend, the cause is different.

That’s what I wanted from Homelander’s death. That’s all. Kill him, humiliate him, sure, but…

I know for a fact that his dogness would overwhelm the confusion. I wanted to see him twitch as if he is gonna be okay, look somewhere, nowhere as if there was someone.

Be so confident that this can’t be it, death doesn’t exist, it doesn’t reach him…that he just…wouldn’t accept it. Live a fantasy, for a second. Freedom, dance, love. Dogness.

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Everyone tell me what your OC would do with Homelander around the finale!!! So you’re getting closure! For me, she would have Homelander:

Delusional, confused, whiny, puppy-like, his death would be DRAGGING. He’d know it’s coming, that’s why he’d SPIRAL. OC knows that, and she knows that he knows. He would start to lose it, kill Edgar, hallucinate more, a true John of Arc. Crush out in the White House, turning it red.

Then? We get depowered for few days, but if you can’t handle living like a human? Mercy kill is coming. But not yet, we WILL drag it. Like an old strays with bad hips swaying on the streets. Because that’s who he is now. A dog who knows his time is coming but for some reason no one reaches to help him. So he walks, begs, walks, cries, walks, circles the cage. No torture just…time for reflection (?)

Begged for life then and if had a change of mind? That’s when we make it religious. OC tried, yk. It’s care hidden under annoyance. Because they used to know each other, used to be close. Powers that are contradictory, yet provoking so much softness. She will take him to church (raised religious) and he will understand then that he actually is an atheist. And he doesn’t have to hang a cross and a flag in every single room, to feel hope.

Because now? He is DRUNK on hope. Maybe, after all he can have a normal life, children, a lake house, pasta Friday-and then he realizes. No. He is doomed forever. No, nah uh, there’s another set of eyes looking at him from the mirrors and it’s…not a nice look they are giving him.

Now he is begging for death, for it to stop. Oh how tragic he is. Saved from death on Easter, begging for it by December? Very Jesus of him. The worst 8 months of my OCs life. And she is actually…asking him to try living. But…he did so much bad she can’t just be with him. And when he finally dies? It’s a good one. SAD one too. Like…. Painfully sad. But he is free now, he can rest. And she will sit on his bed, sight and realize how quiet the house is without his yapping, needy, mean ass. Jesus Christ, he is not a piece of cake, is he?

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In my head depowered Homelander is with my OC right now telling her that he might be suffering from a life long concussion (Both actual and metaphorical one(metaphorical one is the one that he had since he was born)) but it doesn’t stop him to be needy as fuck.

Tired? Yea. Always a little tired these days. BUT not too tired, I mean…yeah I’m always kinda tired. But I’m not dying on you just cause we kiss or hold each other…Jesus Christ. I’m okay!We’re okay!