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*A few days after Jace's first visit to the North*

Jace: I don't think Lord Stark likes me very much...

Watchman 1: ...You have nothin' to worry about Prince Jacaerys

Watchman 2: Yeah, I'd say the warden of the North has been ecstatic since the day you arrived!

Jace: ....Surely you jest, he's been nothing but cold since my arrival!

Watchman 3: Oh no Your Highness, Lord Cregan is nothing but smiles when you're around!

Jace: You must be wrong

Watchman 2: Look! There's lord stark! Watch this your Highness

Watchman 2: Lord Stark!

*Cregan looks their way frowning*

Jace: ....*waves*

*Cregan's mouth twitches*

Watchman 1: See! I've never seen him smile that widely!

*The other two watchmen nod along*

Jace: ....That's a smile?!

I'm not okay I'm not fucking okay

You ever just think about how Jonathan “I refuse to be another goddamn mystery” Sims is now a voice in a computer no one knows. Or how Martin “I am not lonely anymore” Blackwood is trapped with probably no knowledge there are others with him. Or that the “one way or another” couple probably have no idea that they are with the other. Martin thinking he’s alone again and Jon thinking he’s left Martin behind. Or about the fact that they are both in pain based on the statement of the guy that got turned into a computer program. “It’s so cold without blood” “the code cuts me” “it’s so sharp”… I just think about that a normal amount.

Something about Bix and Cassian's kid growing up in a world without a deathstar. Something about their son only knowing what few memories his mom can tell before needing to be excused. Something about him growing angry at Cassian for leaving them. Something about him letting his anger slip. Something about Bix sternly sitting their son at the table and finally sharing what happened. What Cassian did, what she did. Something about Bix squeezing their son's hands as she firmly speaks through the tears in her throat. “He would have chased us to the corners of the universe to be together. If you're angry, be angry at me. I never gave him the choice to choose you.” Something about their kid being quiet, about him unable to look at his mother as he speaks “Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be my dad?” Something about them holding each other, both acutely aware of the space Cassian should be. “I have asked myself that everyday”

as much as i hope for there to be a completely normal jon and martin just living their lives in the tmagp universe... i think it would be just their luck that when they sent out the fears, they were ripped out of every universe in the process. like they never existed at all.

Little me: Who are you?

Me now: I’m you but gayer

Little me: the fuck

Tonight, we remember one who lent his enormous talent to telling the story we have all come to love. Hail, the victorious dead!

May the Simbelmynë cover his tomb as it did the tomb of the one he so accurately portrayed.

Bernard Hill Dec 17, 1944 - May 5, 2024