Because I think this moment is glorious and doesn’t get the love it deserves. Just look at this thing!
- We’ve got drooling, uncontrollable if I may add because the character is in too much pain to fucking swallow his own saliva.
- We’ve got wincing while trying to appear strong, poor baby.
- The fourth gif is literally giving me life. Look at his face. How his lips fall and his one working eyebrow goes up in a desperate and unconscious call for help. He can’t keep holding a brave face for much longer and his weakness starts to show.
- But he makes up for it in the fifth gif, where he’s back to anger as his tormentor tells him that he’s gonna torture his friends as well. THIS is very important. It’s just a small and blink-and-miss moment, but it’s here. Colin O’Donoghue slayed this whole scene with only this tiny little eyebrow movement, showing how hellishly (pun intended) furious his character is with his tormentor, how even when he’s strung up in chains he won’t give up on his defiance. I think it’s one of the strongest underrated moments for Killian Jones in the whole show.
- His neck is covered in his own sweat, JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL
- All I can say about the last two gifs is how amazing the whole trembling thing is acted. He’s literally shaking with pain, yet he keeps biting all his screams back. Because his tormentor can’t hear him scream, it will only give him leverage to humiliate him more. This is why Killian Jones is a fucking survivor, even in death. He won’t give up, he won’t let his weakness become visible to the fucking god of death. And he’ll manage all that while being in excruciating pain, both physical and emotional.
Well friends, we have done a fantastically horrible job of posting on our blog the last few months. We have a few plans in the works for some new posts, so hopefully we’ll get ourselves back in the swing of things.That being said, today marks the 5 year anniversary of our little blog. It’s been quite a journey for us as siblings, writers, and film lovers. We hope to keep things going for quite a while and hope you’ll stay along for the journey!
Betty shook herself from her thoughts and turned her head to the left to see Jughead, bathed in the red and blue lights of the squad cars, approaching her with a furrowed brow. He pulled her into a hug when she didn’t answer, his arms surrounding her in warmth. She let his scent envelop her, calming her scattered thoughts and fully bringing reality back into focus.
“Yeah, just… I don’t… I’m sorry, Juggie…” she whispered, hugging him to her even tighter.
“Hey whoa, Betts,” Jughead lifted her chin so she would meet his eyes, “what could you possibly be sorry for?”
“I don’t know, Jug. I think I’m just frustrated. I don’t want this to be the rest of our lives, you know? Always one step behind them with no clues to go on, constantly looking over our shoulders and being paranoid that someone is watching us. I miss our little boy so much and we’re still no closer to having him back home and–” she choked, tears spilling from her eyes.
“Baby, stop- breathe. I promised you we’d catch them, and we will. We aren’t completely without leads; we just have to hold on a little longer, okay? Can you do that for me, Betts?” Jughead asked, searching her eyes as he caressed her cheek.
“Yeah…” Betty replied. She pressed her forehead to Jughead’s chest, the feel of his hands rubbing her back soothing her. “Yeah, I can do that, Jug. I’m just so exhausted… And between watching Ethel flay Mr. Svenson in living color and the suffocating feeling I’ve had over me these last few years, I just lose my head sometimes, ya know?”
“We all go a little mad sometimes, Betts,” he quoted softly, brushing his hand through her hair.
“Really, Juggie? Hitchcock references at a time like this?” Betty scoffed, pulling back to swat his arm lightly as he chuckled under his breath. He buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath, centering himself.
“You know me, Betts. Pop culture references are how I deal with traumatic events.”
Betty stood off to the side of the porch, shivering as she watched the crime scene techs and federal agents flooding the old farmhouse.
The images of Svenson’s murder were still playing behind her eyelids every time she closed them and she just wanted to get as far from this place as possible, never to see it again.
She honestly hoped someone would just do the world a favor and burn it to ash. Too much misery and horror happened at this place, monstrosities that would stick with her forever.
The whole scene reminded her too much of the day the feds had swarmed her house in Greendale - the one place that was supposed to be her safe haven - because those psychos defiled it.
She let out a staggering breath, closing her eyes tightly and silently praying that this would all be over when she opened them again.
Unfortunately, she knew that was wishful thinking on her part. There was only one way to finish this and she knew she had to be ready to see this through to the end, no matter what. She had lived in fear long enough, running wasn’t going to be an option anymore.
“You okay, Betts?”
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Coming Soon To AO3
Y'all, it only took me a year and three months to get this chapter completed and in the finishing stages but it’s finally almost done and will be posted within the week! I hate that it took so long but I lost my mojo for a bit (getting cancer can do that to you) but I’m glad that the conclusion is finally happening. I hope you guys enjoy it!
back home mornings just begun. Five years ago, a Sunday. Your voice was shaking, broken. It had been that way for a while. You suddenly broke the idle chit chat with a message. You asked me if i knew it wasn’t my fault. You told me it wasn’t my fault…sometimes though, i still think it wasbut maybe that’s me being greedy, wanting something to hurt myself with for the moments i missed…
you said you were proud of me. I didn’t know for what. I didn’t feel very worthy. but words like this were sparse with you, so when you said it I knew you meant it.
you told me you needed to hang up. that the pain was too much. you never said that. you also never said good bye.
you said ‘Talk Soon.’
and you were gone. like my breath this morning.
hearing your voice with a smile still it, when i call to no one. four small words. i cant hear it anymore. Leave me a Message.
I’ll leave it here, in the ether. maybe some way you’ll get it.
