[2/2] This cancelation is ruining me, it's ruining the fandom. It's been tearing us all apart from the inside since we found out about the news.
And, no, I'm not just being dramatic. I survived so many episodes of depression because I had them as a safety net, a sanctuary I could escape to when I felt life itself wasn't worth fighting for.
Sara Lance, as a character, means everything to me. We've seen her grow from badass assassin, to dead, to struggling with a bloodlust to now— married, alien-clone-hybrid, and pregnant with her wife's baby.
She's been through that much, and she still came out kicking the other side. Even writing this is hard. I never thought I'd have to. I hoped we'd get an eighth season– at least to wrap things up, and create an actual ending, rather than a cliffhanger.
I'm gonna fuckin’ miss this band of misfits. From Sara Lance, the final OG to the newest, and last team member, Gwyn Davies. From Nate Heywood as the Steel to Ray Palmer as the Atom. Zari Tomaz to Zari Tarazi. Behrad Tarazi to Spooner. Astra to Gideon. Leonard Snart to Mick Rory. Rip Hunter to John Constantine.
This hurts. And it always will.