Tua S2 - Blog Posts

I knew that the racism would start spewing when Allison started all of those horrible actions and it honestly made me feel uncomfortable because I knew it would happen. People love to cling onto the stereotype that Black people are aggressive, but I also feel that if Allison wasn't so aggressive then she would have been stereotyped as the "kind, motherly" type when that is a stereotype portrayed on Black women. I honestly don't know how she could have reacted that wouldn't have led to people putting a racist stereotype. I want to add that it shouldn't be onto Black people to make sure these stereotypes don't exist and that we should be able to see Black people be as complex as they are without stereotyping them with a specific kind of behavior.

I do believe though that some do have the right to be angry with her and her actions. If Luther had taken those same actions as Allison did against Victor I would be just as pissed.

Yes Victor lied, but can you compare lying when telling the truth could have put someone's life at stake as the same as killing someone that didn't change the way the end of the world happened or affected things? Victor's siblings have not had the best track record of listening to him (Season 1) and that was only a few weeks ago (with 2 months not having any memory of it) so it's not like your trust in them gets better ine one day. Yes Allison wanted him out of the vault and had pretty much warned him about Leonard, but those didn't help with the years of trauma he experienced as being excluded from the rest and Allison bring concerned for him happened YEARS after they parted, which again makes sense on why Victor wasn't so concerned with Allison's worries about Leonard. Would you listen to a family member you haven't spoken to in years tell you that you shouldn't trust someone you have a crush on?

Then we have Season 2 where the only interaction between Victor and Allison is when Allison's trying to save Victor and when they get to where Season 3 starts. So you get like maybe a week of interaction with a sibling you haven't spoken to in years and then months of no more interaction, would you trust someone wholeheartedly within such a short time frame?

Season 3 we get to see more interactions with them and Victor is even trying to sympathize with Allison losing loved ones AGAIN when he lost loved ones too (Sissy and Harlan). Yes he got to see Harlan again, but it wasn't because he chose it or did things his way so he could have Harlan, it just was. If Claire or Ray had been in S3 and found out somehow they're the cause of the death of their mothers, do you think Allison would gladly give away that information to her family or be fine if Victor killed them?

I understand that this was how Allison dealt with her trauma and grief over everything, and it's valid she felt the things she did and wanted to cause harm to herself and others, but we shouldn't praise her actions, just like we should 't praise Victor for destroying the world in S1 or Luther putting him in the vault. We can understand why they did the things they did without praising their behavior.

Seeing some of the most insane and fucking racist Allison takes???? If she was a white man going through a “villian era” y’all would be posting fan edits and talking about how attractive you find her, calling her your blorbo or some shit. Every character on that show has done insane fucked up shit and yet I only see horrible posts about Allison. Take some critical thinking skills and apply it to the show bc Jesus Christ y’all cannot be serious rn??

No offence but ‘The man who shot Liberty Valance’ is a trash song I’m sorry I won’t be taking critism at this time.

I guess it makes sense but there’s so many better songs I’m laughing so much it’s so baddddd

Me : *lesbian*

Robert Sheehan: exists

Me : *bisexual*

Dancing bears, painted wings; Things I almost remember; And a song someone sings; Once upon a December

What can I say? Carmichael seems fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

0/7/18/2020

from what i can tell the sibling banter this season is going to be IMPECCABLE

no, unfortunately, ghosts can’t time-travel. are you kidding me? 

The Umbrella Academy Season 2 (2020)

Reggie must have realized that not naming your kids might (definitely) come across as bad (terrible) parenting and that someone might take away his little experiments, so whilst I do believe Grace named the kids, I do think Reggie probably made Grace do it (in secret?) when he realised his kids were getting famous, so that when the kids were being interviewed or something, they didn't just have numbers instead of names

Luther after Five tells him about the second apocalypse:

The people in the Mental Institution after getting Diego’s joke:

The people in the Mental Institution after realising that Star Wars hadn’t come out yet and he predicted the Kennedy assassination:

I like the way they were all stood at Ben’s funeral

Luther is standing closer to Allison but also Pogo and R*ginald, which we already know that he was closest to those three.

Allison is standing next to Luther and Klaus. Klaus and Allison definitely had little sleepovers in each other’s rooms as kids.

Diego is standing away from everyone else and is standing by Grace, which shows he was probably only nice to Grace. We know he is a Mama’s boy but it is Grace, who wouldn't be?

Klaus is far from the adults so he probably only spent time with his siblings. I feel like his relationship with Ben was just him annoying Ben, while he was trying to read.

Vanya is not standing next to anyone but the coffin and an empty space. This is to show she is fully alone now that Ben and Five are gone.

As a Libra, all the hargreeves siblings being libras really fits with my fantasy

Same energy

the umbrella academy calling itself out on the weird romance plotline is poetic cinema

If I had a dollar for everytime Diego said ‘grassy knoll’ or ‘JFK’ this season I could probably raise my own batch of 7 maladjusted super humans with an ape and a robot.

That said, fuck that monocled piece of shit Reggie Hargreeves.

Edit: Just finished watching season 2 and well, I manifested the second batch there didn’t I? Still fuck Reggie.

Am I the only one that noticed that in S2 of TUA Five literally asks Luther for help and is actually talking emotionally to him? Not once, but twice in another episode. Five doesn’t seem like the type to talk to people emotionally or ask for help, but he did and Luther.shuts.him.down. I was proud of Five for actually asking for help and Luther pulls that shit? I knew Luther was low key kinda stupid but tf was with that? Our expectations for you were low but holy fuck.

Welcome Home (01)

Summary: Five Hargreeves had been through two apocalypses, joined the Temp Commission, and scraped his siblings asses off the ground more times than he could count. Now, dying in a barn with seemingly no way out, he makes a very crucial decision. One that doesn’t turn out entirely as expected.

Warnings: Strong language, blood/gore, etc. 

There was one thing about laying in a bed of his own blood with the barrel of a gun aimed between his eyes and that was that it brought Five’s world crashing into an entirely new perspective. He could reflect without any of the responsibility of getting up and trying again, no other motives or expectations of saving the world or dragging his siblings off their asses and hoping that they would get their acts together when he needed them to. The last two times, they hadn’t, and looking around the barn, he didn’t expect a third either. 

Nevermind his sibling’s ability to keep a timed schedule, or bother to even do the simplest of tasks if it meant their lives or the rest of the world simultaneously hung in the balance on one very uneven scale. No, there was always a bigger priority that took precedence and damn Five for even bothering to try. His entire lifetime and two apocalypses still wasn’t enough to undo the utter shit that his life had become. 

But he could think about the past and how much he fucked up in his life, how he could have been better, or what the future may have held for him and what he would do if there was somehow a way that he could turn back the clock and make entirely different choices.

Blinking to the end of the world, joining the Commission, stopping an apocalypse twice in the span of a couple of weeks and finding his place back with his family in time to save them only to turn out that he hadn’t. Oddly enough, despite Five having the ability to manipulate time, he seemed to be the only one that never had enough of it.

His head fell to the side, cheek pressed into the solid woodwork of the barn to look at the crumpled bodies of his younger siblings.

All pallid skin and eyes wide open with disbelief. His family was dead--had died--going on the third time now and proving no easier to deal with than the last. Their wide eyes and full irises, the blood that soaked through the barn’s flooring and puddling beneath them in a gory mess, their stench assaulting his nose. 

No matter how many times he had seen it in the last few weeks, it hit just as hard as it had the first time. Five’s expression twisted, and he coughed, his body shuddering with every forceful gasp, pulling air into his lungs that wouldn’t come.

A part of him strongly contemplated doing nothing while he laid on the ground with his life in someone else’s hands. It would have been easier, he knew, to let everything go and give up fighting this long and arduous cycle; maybe finally get the night’s rest that he had been missing out on since his time jump to the end of the world. 

He’d be dead, but that was a minor hiccup in the grand scheme of things. 

If his reality wasn’t still blurring into focus, if the pain keeping him awake wasn’t so fucking obvious, he may very well have. It occurred to him then, casting a look beyond the blurred edges framing his vision, that he wasn’t making the decision just for himself.

In the very back of his mind where he had a tendency to shove all things that would either piss him off or send him over the edge, he could hear the condescending laughter of the Handler, his father’s infamous I told you so pounding against the inside of his skull when he’d advised him against jumping through time in the first place. 

Maybe if he hadn’t, then things could’ve changed. Maybe he could have helped them or saved Vanya from herself. 

Then again, maybe thinking that he would ever have an ounce of free will made him just as much of an idiot as the rest of them. Maybe it was all destined to happen, and none of it had ever meant anything.

That didn’t mean that Five wouldn’t try. 

Trembling fingers curled into loose fists. It hurt, the strain of even the smallest twitch sent a sharp stabbing sensation through every single muscle, splitting through his skull and down through his abdomen until he was gasping. It dulled his senses, the blurring fringes of his vision moving in, spreading, threatening to pull him into the dark and take him. It laughed at his efforts, willing him to finally give up. 

Several decades spent alone at the end of the world, years spent with the Commission, two apocalypses in the span of a few weeks was enough. 

Nonetheless, Five was still the more stubborn bastard.

Seconds. That was all he needed. Not hours, or even minutes, but all he needed was a few seconds and the willpower to not punch each and every one of his siblings for the hell they unknowingly put him through to keep them alive. 

In his hands, the light expanded. Five felt himself being yanked upward by an invisible force. It felt as simple as time grabbing his hand, leading him past a flurry of rewinding images, bodies lurching upward, blood stains levitating from the woodwork, bullets returning to their weapons, wounds closing, a sense of rejuvenation, of life. 

Newfound energy, a deep intake of breath and there was no pain. Only relief. Just a few seconds, a few agonizingly long seconds… 

His body moved in slow motion toward the door, the single most subtle inkling of hope igniting in his chest--a feeling that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. A part of him had almost forgotten if complete idiocy wasn’t the cause of ruining many of his easily salvageable problems.

That hope, like so many others, was quickly snuffed out in service to an alternative outcome.

Just as everything moved back into its original position, Five was thrown off his feet, everything reverting back in one rapid blur--too quick for him to keep up with. The sharp pain returned, wounds reopening themselves as the bullet pierced him again.

He cried out.

The bit of breath that he had managed to grab was snatched from his lungs, the blurred fringes swirling in, and when his back hit the ground below him, he came to the realization that he should’ve made his peace with God before trying this. Every single muscle was tight and shuddering into panicked gasps, and then it all released, leaving him panting and looking up at a familiar tiled ceiling. Weakly, he turned his head sideways only to find six other curious pairs of eyes looking at him, bewildered.

“Five?” Something was wrong. He was looking straight into the face of Luther, much shorter and thinner framed Luther standing next to an equally younger and dumbfounded Allison. 

“Five?! Oh, my God! Where have you been?” Slowly, his head rotated to catch Klaus and Ben on the other side. All young. All kids. 

“Forget that! What happened to you?” Ben piped up, shoving his other brother out of the way to close the distance between them--Klaus shouting a protest in response. 

Five moved first, much faster, swinging his legs over the table to drop to the floor. His hands flew up as they rounded on him, palms out and retreating as he took them in, scanned every single face, listened to every single high pitched prepubescent tone of voice. It was them. Alive and well and completely unaware of what hell he’d been through the last few weeks. 

How far had he gone back?

They hesitated in approaching him now, his continuous retreat leaving little room to embrace him and welcome him home with the open arms that he knew they wanted. This was not happening… This couldn’t have been happening! His chest heaved with every bated breath, his brows drawn into a scowl, retreating until he couldn’t back up anymore. His spine met the wall, almost shrinking underneath their prying gazes, all wide eyed and full of concern. 

“Five, are you okay?” Allison was the first to brave the distance. She persisted, and he retreated, his shoulder scraping against the corner as he moved sideways to the other end of the kitchen. The heels of his shoes scuffed against the tile floor, pivoting backwards. His hand braced against the wall with another quick sweep of their faces. 

“Stop!” He snapped. “All of you!” Sweat beaded his forehead, soaking through his uniform. The pain that hit him so suddenly felt very reminiscent of when he’d been shot at the barn, stumbling with a sudden limp. It knocked the breath out of him; electricity shot up the very center of his chest. He clutched it. His breathing, ragged and heavy, was the finishing touches before he buckled forward. 

When he pried his fingers away from his abdomen, there was a fresh burst of blood, scarlet coating the tips. He’d gone back, but his wounds were still there. “No,” he mumbled. His free hand raked through his hair. “No, no, no, no… shit, fuck, goddammit…” The amount of expletives that left his lips were surprising even for him, squeezing his eyes shut as he processed. 

He’d done a number wrong somewhere. A dent in his equation. He could fix this. 

“Five-” Luther said more tentatively. 

“Shut up.” Five shushed him. He waved dismissively, turning his back. He wracked his brain, flipped it around, molded it over and the only conclusion feasible was that he was the one that had messed up this time. 

He’d go so far as to say again, but considering that everyone was still breathing, he could give himself a pat on the back.

They’d grow. Eventually.

His hand gripped the counter for support. All at once, several pairs of footsteps moved toward him, but he held his hand up, inhaled deep through his nose and shuddered an exhale. 

They may have been intact, but he wasn’t.

Figured. 

“How long have I been gone?” Five asked, straightening stiffly. He turned to face them, catching their concerned expressions in the very center of his vision. It felt judgemental, prying for an answer that he didn’t have. 

Now they know how he felt. He cocked his eyebrows. “A few weeks, a few months? Years?” He prompted when no one answered. 

“Uh, just--just a couple weeks.” Allison answered. “We thought that you got lost, or died or…” 

“Where is Dad?” He went on, gripping the edge of the counter to help guide himself along. “Is he here?”

“He’s out on a trip. Said he’d be back in a couple days. What are you….?” Luther moved to help him, but Five warded him back. He held up his hands. “I’m just trying to-”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Are you okay?”

“Look, the only thing that’s obvious besides your kindergarten crush on Allison is that you’re incompetent. I have gotten this far by myself, and I do not need any of you to tell me what I should be doing, got it?” He had hit a little too close to home. He could see it in their faces, the obvious embarrassment in Luther’s eyes, that and an obvious confusion.

“Who is Allison?”

Five’s lips parted to respond, one more shuddering breath escaping him before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as everything suddenly went black.

Five’s eyes slowly opened to find the familiar darkness of his bedroom. The mattress felt soft underneath him, turning his head to find the equations sketched into the wall. On the bed stand to his left lay a plate with a cup of milk and a peanut butter and banana sandwich, and to the left sat Vanya, looking at him with wide curious eyes and clear worry.

Welcome home.

hello to five hargreeves fans i love five hargreeves

klaus: *appears out of nowhere in nothing but a towel, scared and confused*

dave: