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being alone is hopeless.

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MASON ALEXANDER PARK as 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 THE SANDMAN 1.10: LOST HEARTS.

The amount of Chaotic Gay Energy in this book is going to kill me.

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY???

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I thought the same thing. Becaus interdimensional portals don't just open in another world. It can be open in diferent times, ex: Emma and Julian crossing the portal to Thule moments after Annabel and Ash, but arriving years later. Faerie in itself seems interdimensional. Time dosent flow like anywhere else. What if it's not the land speeding up but the distance between worlds?

What if I told you TLH doesn’t happen in the past and it’s happening around the same time as TDA?

Let me explain. In COG Cordelia saw a “view of dead ground and broken trees, and a red moon rising”. The desert, the mention of a red moon, is literally a description of Thule. I couldn’t understand how it was possible if Thule and our dimension split during the dark war, way after TLH.

But what if TLH isn’t happening in our dimension but another one exaclty the same as our own, except is 1903. Maybe time passes slower, so it’s identical but with different times.

And the Avenger Assemblence Cassandra Clare talked about, with the characters of the shadowhunter chronicals in TWP (And has confirmed they aren’t ghost), is possible because they travel from their dimension to ours, like Emma and Julian did.

Just a thought

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“I love you, Hope Mikaelson. I loved you when I couldn’t remember you. I love you as I’m standing here right now. Hope, I loved you when I was dead. I think I always will.”

Am I Always a bitch or am I Just full of PMS?

♪ There’s something tragic, but almost pure. Think I could love you, but I’m not sure. There’s something wholesome, there’s something sweet. Tucked in your eyes that I’d love to meet. ♪

Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them. Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.