going through the old childhood photos and making these was kinda therapeutic in a way that if i can’t possibly blame my younger self for all the trauma, why am i blaming myself now?
not all of it is bad i think….…. we are going to be okay i think.
“You want to protect her, I know. So do I. And I will. After you were killed.” Elisabeth and Noah | Dark
posts that make me want to rip my heart out part 5
Honestly? They didn’t just fuck over Q, they fucked over pretty much all of them.
They fucked over Margo. Margo who had the whole arc about her inner strength, who gave up her fucking crown, who picked black sand for days on end. Margo who would kill and die for her best friend, her soul mate. They had her watch a fish. When everything was going down she was stuck watching a goddamn fish. Fish who was Josh, who was artificially forced into a relationship with her. Want to know a harsh truth? Margo would let him die if it meant keeping El safe.
They fucked over Alice. Alice who spent the first part of the season trying to figure out herself. Who went out of her mother’s shadow, who tried so hard to do good with her magic. Who needed to forgive herself. But she wasn’t allowed to figure out who she is outside of her relationship with Q. They were messily forced together even if it didn’t make sense for them anymore. Just to create more angst.
They fucked over Kady. Kady who was supposed to be a leader, who was so determined to save hedges from the library. Kady who could be so much more. And yet they’ve decided to drop that plot completely. They’ve decided that all she’s ever wanted was to be Penny’s girlfriend.
They fucked over Fen. Fen who finally got more growth, who got to be more than El’s wife. Who had prophetic visions, who could have been an excellent high king. But no, she was overthrown off scene.
They fucked over Julia. Julia who already went through so much shit. Who was a goddess, who sacrificed herself to bring magic back. Julia whose arc was supposed to be about choice. They took away that, they made her into an overglorified shield. In the end her choice was made by a man.
I don’t even want to talk about how much they fucked over Eliot, we all know that.
tears and saints, e.m. cioran