slyrider asked: Fam Im so happy sense8 is getting a 2hr finale but like that cliffhanger left so much to be explained and season 2 openee up a whole new world to explore i just dont know how they can do it all in 2hrs. Im happy but also nervous but mainly happy
THESE ARE ALL MY FEELINGS IN A NUTSHELL.
slyrider asked: MORAN IM SO DISTRAUGHT. SENSE8 IS MY FAVORITE AND SO IS THE GET DOWN AND NOW ILL NEVER KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO MY FAVS. like they both end on cliffhangers and I'm dead. Honestly I'm fed up
I’M SO UPSET LIKE I NEVER EVEN GOT THE CHANCE TO WATCH THE GET DOWN (mcfreaking college, y’all) AND THEY FUCKING CANCELLED IT??? AND THEY CANCELLED SENSE8 WHICH IS LIKE THE ONLY THING WITH MULTIPLE QUEER RELATIONSHIPS ON THE FIRST DAY OF PRIDE MONTH LIKE THE FUCK??? AND DON’T EVER TALK TO ME ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER THING OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING G O D honestly this is why I appreciate shows that actually wrap shit up at the end of each season BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THE EXECS ARE WAITING TO FUCKING SCREW YOU OVER.
LIKE?
CAN WE FUCKING SACRIFICE SUPERNATURAL ON THE ALTAR OF SOME KIND OF MEDIA DEITY AND SWAP IT FOR THESE?
For @twistedangelsays: AU where Wolfgang takes up his uncle’s criminal empire. Obviously, spoilers for the special episode of Sense8.
- So Wolfgang’s uncle was a fucking crime king. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised. He’s all ready to shoot the offer down and go
on his merry way—who the fuck offers
a quarter of Berlin to some safecracker just because he happened to off the old
boss, anyway—and then… He imagines Sun,
in prison because she wouldn’t throw her brother under the bus, and her dark
eyes glittering in the harsh light of her cell.
He imagines Nomi, constantly reaching out to visit them in order to not
go stir-crazy in the hiding places the American government is forcing her
into. He imagines Lito, barely treading
water against the downward drag of prejudice, and Capheus, who has already
swapped so much of his innocence for medicine.
He imagines Will, already taking on the pale look of an addict to
protect them all.
- Look, it’s simple. Wolfgang has always been good at looking out for
number one, and now number one is an eighth of a whole. Looking out for number one, these days, means
making sure that he looks out for all of his fractional selves, and they need
money, and clout, and somewhere safe.
- He takes the offer. He’ll figure it out as he goes.
- It’s dark in Seoul when he visits Sun that
night—he’s really gotten himself in over his head this time, and he needs her
steady presence—and she gracefully flips herself down from where she’s doing a
handstand against the wall. He’s sitting
against the wall of her cell when he says, “I’ve got a fucking story to tell
you.” Sun nods, folding herself into a cross-legged
position, and he takes a moment to wonder how he’s supposed to explain.
- He can’t come up with anything particularly
diplomatic, so he takes a deep breath and says bluntly, “My uncle was in charge
of a quarter of Berlin, and it turns out I’m his fucking heir.”
- Sun stares at him like it’s the craziest
thing she’s heard in weeks, which he finds unlikely. “What?”
- Wolfgang bares his teeth and says, “I got
promoted.”
- It’s a fucking trip to explain it to the others.
Kala is disappointed, which…he wishes he was surprised by that, but it’s
not like he’s lied to her about who he is.
Nomi probably rolls with it best, except for Capheus, because Capheus is
just unconquerably happy whenever the cluster is together and no petty little
criminal empire is going to change that. He hugs Riley and gets a kiss on the cheek
from Lito and actually laughs like a kid when Wolfgang admits to the
situation. Nomi starts making
suggestions immediately, and under any other circumstances Wolfgang might be
offended, but the truth is that he needs the help, so he nods and writes down
what she says.
- Riley is the first one to bring up the
obvious question, because for all that she’s quiet and shy even within their
cluster, she’s ferociously
loyal. “So,” she asks, a quiet murmur
that nonetheless brings debate to a halt, “can you help get Sun out of prison?”
- Sun looks up in surprise from where Lito is
teaching her a clapping game to keep her busy in her cell.
- Wolfgang grins. “Well, I didn’t take the offer for the
fucking benefits.”
- It’s unfathomably weird, some month and a
half later, to have a tiny Korean woman in a business-formal dress turn up at
his door, really truly there and
scowling at his bodyguard (he only has one, and only because he couldn’t make
him leave). She’s been yelling in Korean
for five minutes by the time someone gets Wolfgang, and her frown evaporates as
she throws herself at him in a hug.
- “Look!” she shouts in Korean that he
understands, dragging him outside into the perpetual Berlin rain—worse than
usual today, plastering her hair to her face.
He lets himself be dragged, because it would be bad for his reputation
if he was beaten up by this tiny woman, and Sun-Capheus-Riley-Lito grabs his
hands to spin in a circle. “I am free!”
- “Yeah,” Wolfgang laughs, feeling his fractional
selves at his back. “Yeah, you are.”
