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endless ghifs 33/? ⛧ source — "In God you trust!"

[catelyngrant]

So I'm thinking about the Fourteenth Doctor, and the bi-generation, and how he may have come to an end. What happened to him after those years he spent with Donna and her family, and with so many other friends on Earth (oh, I am headcanon-ing, friends), existing day-to-day and beginning to heal? After he learned how to let himself be loved, and shown compassion, and forgiven—and, eventually, learned to love, forgive, and care for himself? What happened when, at the end of this journey, his regeneration energy (I assume?) traveled back (in some hand-wavey fashion) to become the Fifteenth Doctor, who is born out of that love and forgiveness and compassion and is ready to move forward in the universe?

Fourteen becomes Fifteen—but what about the TARDIS?

Fourteen's TARDIS was created for the same reason Fourteen was: they needed to slow down, to be gentle. They needed to find a home that wasn't moving at the speed of light. So maybe this TARDIS is a little gentler, too. Maybe she's a little more careful of herself and her charges.

When Fourteen takes Rose to Mars, they land right where they're supposed to, and Rose sees wonders. Nothing bad happens, and they return home five minutes after they left.

When Shaun wants to see a football match from 1988, he opens the TARDIS door and she takes him right there, flying all by herself, to Fourteen's chagrin.

When Fourteen takes Mel to New York, they have adventures that don't involve running, or hiding, or screaming with anything but laughter. When Fourteen takes Jo, Ace, and Tegan to the Jurassic era, the only danger he faces is when he makes an age joke.

When, after Sarah Jane dies (yeeeears in the future, tyvm), Fourteen takes Luke, Maria, Clyde, and Rani to see Florana—the place he promised to take Sarah Jane all those years ago—the TARDIS chooses the safest, most beautiful moment in time for them to honor her memory.

When Donna and Martha and Yaz and Shirley sneak in for a joyride, they have the time of their lives, and the TARDIS covers for them. (Fourteen suspects, but can't prove it.)

When Fourteen is struggling, and chafing at life on Earth, and just needs to run, to fix things, to solve puzzles, to get away from the day-to-day of it all, the TARDIS lets him. She takes him so many places he's never been before, and they're all beautiful and wild and remind him what he loves about the universe.

(He tries, a few times, to go places that might bring him pain, and she gently refuses.)

And every now and then, someone will try to get in. This TARDIS doesn't have a key; she just opens to those in her care, and refuses entry to those she doesn't trust. She is safe, and so are they.

When Donna's in her eighties and can't get around as easily, the TARDIS takes her where she can manage. When Rose is overwhelmed with the pain of the world, the TARDIS takes her to places where none of that pain exists, and lets her stay as long as she needs to.

They live magnificent lives, and the TARDIS takes care of them. And then, at the end of it, Fourteen is ready for what comes next, and he becomes Fifteen. There's only one Doctor again.

But this TARDIS...

I think she stays, right in the corner of that yard. She leaves and then lands so precisely that roots and ivy grow over her. The Doctor is gone, and eventually Mel and Sarah Jane and Jo and Donna and Martha and everyone that traveled with the Doctor once upon a time in a different TARDIS are gone too.

But Rose is still there. Luke, Maria, Rani, and Clyde are still there. Their families, their kids. The TARDIS opens to them, and shows them the universe. She takes them only where she chooses to, and it's always exactly where they need to go.

She always takes them home, to the garden that once belonged to Donna Noble.

The Doctor finds new companions. Some of them come home to Earth after awhile, but they're not stuck dreaming of the universe. You showed me the furthest reaches of the galaxy, Sarah Jane said. You showed me supernovas, intergalactic battles, and then you just dropped me back on Earth. How could anything compare to that? We get a taste of that splendor, but then we have to go back.

These new companions, they return to Earth and their lives there, but every now and then, they swing by that old house that the Noble family has lived in for generations. They say hello to this old/new box, and she invites them in.

They don't have to say goodbye to the universe. She's right there in Chiswick, waiting for them.

And sometimes—on rare occasions, when they need it, or when he (or she, or they) does—she takes them to the Doctor.

[highonakuweeds]

Who Says Money Can't Buy Happiness? (Part 7)

Sylus x right hand man!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | ao3

Summary: A little fun in an amusement park is always well enjoyed by many. However, after the little slip-up with the Wanderers, it seems as if you won't be able to enjoy it enough.

“Well, this is new,” you commented with a smile on your face, eyes roaming around the beautiful soft light that still popped despite the growing sunset. There were an array of rides and—holy shit, was that a Merry-Go-Round you saw? You hadn’t ridden one of those in ages! 

Street vendors called for people’s attention through the fun music of the venue, a grin on their faces when they finally attracted some, eager to give them the cotton candy in exchange for a bit of money.

Aries’ eyes lit up as he stared at your amazed expression, your own gaze darting around from the sweet bliss to the exhilarating rides. You almost let out a giggle of enjoyment, your mind swarming with an unfamiliar sense of satisfaction. It was like something inside of you was healing. “So you like it?” Aries asked you, causing you to grin at him devilishly. His expression turned from a lighthearted one to a clearly stressed one as you dragged him towards the highest rollercoaster there was available.

“I haven’t been on one of these in forever!” You exclaimed, almost vibrating in your skin at the sheer elation of it all. Just as you were about to pay for the ride, the man beside you had already convinced the person controlling it to use his money instead of yours.

You smiled, crossing your arms. Aries glanced at your expression before turning his lips sheepishly. “Well, this is a date, right? I should be the one paying for things here.”

Sighing dramatically and in whimsy, you got on the ride, Aries reluctantly trailing along behind you. “Why, thank you.”

The moment the ride took off, you let out a laugh, feeling the rush of the wind on your face, making your hair flip around like crazy. You were lucky you didn’t fancy yourself up for the evening—just like Aries had told you—else you would’ve been sulking the entire time.

When you opened your eyes, you could feel someone’s gaze on you. A spark of unfortunate hope bubbled within your stomach and sparked in your heart when you felt it, but from your peripheral vision, you knew it wasn’t who you wished it would be.

It was just him. The man that you were beside; the man that insisted you go somewhere fun instead of somewhere fancy to possibly let you warm up to him. That him. Not ‘him’, the one you kept on thinking about throughout every living second of your life; the one who had practically worshipped your body so devotedly you were convinced no other person could; the one that you had hoped you would never fall for. 

Not him. Never him.

Your smile dwindled at the realization, but you paid it no mind, as gut wrenching as it was. As the ride finally died down, you caught your breath, laughing, and your skin was practically burning at how hard Aries was staring at you. You glanced at him, catching him in the act. He feigned surprise before looking away, whistling. With a roll of your eyes, you grabbed his wrist to show him to another ride: the ferris wheel.

You heard your date suck in a breath, and you whipped your head at him, loosening your hold in fear that you were the cause of his pain. Aries gave you a reassuring smile, holding his forearm. “It wasn’t you, don’t worry,” he said, and it was then you realized he was attempting to apply pressure onto a cut on his arm. You removed his hand from the cut and clicked your tongue, shaking your head as you grabbed some emergency tissue you always kept packed and dabbed it into his wound. “Where’d you get this?”

“I have no idea…”

—--

“Why’d we have to go here again?” MC crossed her arms as she glanced around the amusement park, her eyes sharp, but never looking at the man beside her.

Sylus smirked. “You harbor some…unwanted feelings for me—”

“I do not like you.”

“Straightforward. Well, since we still need to resonate for this to work, let’s relax a bit, hmm?”

MC deadpanned at the leader of Onichynus before sighing in defeat. “I’m not really one to refuse an offer to go to an amusement park—oh my god, is that a cotton candy stand?” And with that, she darted towards it, hand going to her purse to pay the stall owner. Sylus had stopped her immediately, however, paying around 10 packs of cotton candy despite his companion only being one.

Well, not necessarily the one he wanted, but rather the one he required.

Damn. He could’ve sworn he heard a familiar laugh—

Sylus’ eyes whipped towards you and Aries, blood beginning to boil at the mere sight of you dragging him along. He’d never seen that smile on you before, not when you always hid it from him. You were always so snarky and witty with Sylus that whenever your lips curled, they were more of a smirk than a grin. And for him to see that smile for the first time on your face was pretty, yes, but he also had to force himself to realize that it wasn’t him making you smile like that.

He could feel it. Feel himself twitching and itching to just use his Evol and—

Sylus snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard Aries suck in a breath, jaw tightening when you immediately came to his aid. Despite the simplicity of your first aid, there was an air of professionalism around you, years and years of dressing wounds becoming more obvious. Years that came from dressing his wounds.

Your boss wouldn’t deny most times he would come back to the base all battered and bruised, they were on purpose; he could’ve easily repaired his skin back to the its normal self. However, your hands on him sparked more than just rejuvenation. It made Sylus’ flesh tingle each time your fingers skillfully bandaged each cut he would get. The both of you usually knew what his powers could do, yet even with that, he always insisted that he let them heal the old-fashioned away, and you always insisted that they heal by your hands.

And now, all those memories came rushing back. More probably would’ve flooded from the very back of his brain if it weren’t for MC’s slight voice of concern snapping out of him.

“Are you okay?”

“...Don’t worry about me, sweetie.”

MC groaned. “I’ve told you to not call me sweetie multiple times.”

—--

“I’m going to beat you, Cartier!” You exclaimed in your go kart, already ahead of him by one person. He groaned from his position, though the laughter afterwards gave his amusement away. “Oh no, you won’t!”

Suddenly, a flash of a familiar face rushed past you, and you gasped at his speed. “Hey! That’s not fair!”

“Who said we were playing it fair!?”

Oh. Well that sparked a competitive spark in you. With a flash of a grin and a glint in your eye, you gripped the steering wheel of the go kart harder and practically flew past the others, catching up to your date in a matter of seconds. You smirked at Aries cockily, and his brows raised at the challenge. Though no matter just how fast he was attempting to go, you were always right beside him. That is, until the last second, where you had beat him by a hair.

You raised your hands up as the go kart slowed down, whooping and cheering at your own victory. You couldn’t see it with how you had squeezed your eyes shut at the sheer adrenaline of it all, but Aries was staring right at you with an amused grin on his face. 

“Hah!” You exclaimed, pointing at your date. “I win! See? I held up my promise!” With that, you stood up.

You stood up too quickly.

You weren’t sure if that was just your imagination or if it were truly the sound of your wound opening up again, but you sure as hell heard it loud and clear. A groan came from your throat, strained and gargled, as you nearly toppled over your kart. Fortunately for you, Aries had caught you just in time, his arm wrapped around your waist. “(Name)!” He shouted out before looking around. Just as he was about to shout for some aid, you shushed him before anything could happen.

“Don’t. I think I just sprained something—” You cut yourself off with a sharp intake of breath as you noticed your pants soaking slightly with the blood of ripped stitches. You cursed under your breath and practically dragged Aries to a nearby alleyway, away from everyone’s point of view. It couldn’t be helped that everyone saw that display of hurt from you, but at least now you could hide it. 

“(Name)!? What’s going on!? What happened to you?” Aries asked you, voice high and alarmed. You hushed him with a hand to his mouth and grimaced at the pain, removing said hand to grab your dagger and cut a slash where your wound was on your pants. He stared at your opened up wound in disbelief, eyes darting at you in alarm. “Where the fuck did you get this!?”

“Long story, but listen, I brought some emergency bandages and a couple of makeshift stitches with me—don’t ask why. I-I,” you seethed in a breath, resting your head on the wall. You were beginning to feel lightheaded, no longer able to take the sight of blood gushing down your leg.

Aries was quick to work in searching your body for the emergency kits. His hand slipped under your shirt where a small pouch was found, and he looked at you with determination in his eyes. “You owe me an explanation, (Name).”

You snorted, letting him lift your thigh up and place your foot onto his leg without any retaliation. “Please, I don’t owe you anything. Ah, ah—!” 

“Be careful,” Aries chided, carefully cleaning the wound with some alcohol pads before moving to the gauze step. “And I wouldn’t have gone here if I had known you were injured. I would’ve cooked you something at your home.”

“You don’t know where I live.”

“...Touche.”

You kept as silent as you possibly could as Aries dressed your wound, though you couldn’t help the mewls and whimpers that came out of your mouth. “Aries, fucking hell, calm down; don’t be so tense with it—!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Is this better?”

“Infinitely. Take your—fuck—time.”

“Hey, if I do, you might pass out.”

“Ughhhh…”

Now, what the fuck was Sylus hearing? Where were you? 

His head whipped around to the sound, eyes landing on one of the alleyways nearby. He knew the sound of your voice, knew what it was like when it was stretched thin. He had memorized the way your voice cracked when it reached its peak, the pleading and the whimpering.

And now he was hearing it caused by another man.

In all honesty, Sylus had definitely staggered in his tracks, making MC look back. Are you good? She asked him, but he couldn’t hear her that well. His brain seemingly hardwired itself into listening to only you, and consequently Aries’ encouraging words towards you. You’re doing amazing, he says. Come on, just a little more; you have it in you, he coos. It pissed Sylus the fuck off.

“I’m alright,” is all Sylus can even say in response to MC, though as he crossed his arms, his grip on his bicep tightened so much that if he were to remove his hands, clear indents of white half-crescents would form on his skin.

MC did not believe a single word. As a successful hunter, she knew when to look for clues or signs of unusual behavior, even if it were just simply a twitch of the eye, or the wrong look to the right. And it wouldn’t take a genius to understand that Sylus was dazed; he didn’t even answer her immediately. 

Wait, she was kind of hearing something, too…

Her brows shot up when she finally heard you and the soft moans coming out of your mouth along with the voice of an unfamiliar man. Was he her lover? This was all very confusing to her. It seemed as if you and Sylus were in some sort of quarrel, so maybe this was your way of getting back…at…him…? She wasn’t sure.

MC pursed her lips and stared at Sylus with the look of a mother about to tell her child, “actions have consequences”. 

“Let them be,” she said. Sylus’ eyes darted towards her in a deranged manner, almost losing his cool. His right eye glowed ever so slightly, but the moment he caught himself, he was back to his relaxed, never caring self. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Mhm. Sure.”

—--

To say he pitied her was an understatement.

His uncle would force him to watch her arms get mutilated, multiple illegal doctors constantly checking her vitals—her pulse—just to make sure that she was still alive. Even sedated (they never cared to give her the right amount), she would scream until her lungs gave out, her voice hoarse and dry and desperate.

She was so desperate to get out.

The first time he saw her—the moment she was thrashing around as multiple guards held her down until there was a literal muzzle on her—he was intrigued. She was a feisty one, and a strong one at that; one slip-up of the guards, and she knew that she found her loophole.

How he wished he had the spark.

He had been working for his uncle for around 6 years now. Yet even at a young age, he was always told that his uncle had big plans for him, but that they needed to be tested first.

Is this what he meant?

Every time she was on that surgical table with the big chains holding her down, he had to restrain himself from bursting through the door. No, he shouldn’t do that. Not now.

Great things come to those who wait.

He had a deep red hoodie—near black—made to conceal his identity, the cloth thick enough to hide his eyes and shadow his face. It was something he had custom made just for her. Just so that she could escape.

He opened the door, grimacing at the sight before him. Her wrists were swollen and numbed by the hardened yet resilient gel that they were encased in. Her body reacted before her mind could process who was coming inside of her cell, jolting in surprise and in fear, remembering what happened after she heard the door open. 

“I’m getting you out of here,” he told her, and he could also tell that a voice was not something she heard very often. Her malnourished face stared at him strangely, but he couldn’t really blame her; an alienated voice speaks up out of the blue, talking about how he would ‘get her out’.

“Why?” Her voice was rough as she spoke, but that didn’t stop him from removing him from the chains on her feet, then using a special liquid, began melting away the numbing gel. 

“If I can’t save myself from this torture, then I can at least save you.” He insisted, grimacing when the gel turned to mush. He swiped against the clump, grimacing when he saw the gore of her right hand. “Were you dominant in this right hand?”

She laughed. “I don’t think I can write with it anymore after this.” Even after he removed the bandages after the gel, he had to make sure that he was fragile with her; one wrong harsh move and the hand is off. 

New bandages wrapped around her wrist. She asked him if she’ll be able to recover, but even he wasn’t sure. He never was. At least now, he was able to give her a semblance of a chance. But even with all that doubt, he told her that if she takes care of herself, then maybe.

He put the hood on her, despite her confusion and slight retaliation; he told her to run despite her contradictions. And after a good while of convincing, they were out the cell and looking towards the back door. 

“That’s the exit,” he said, pointing towards the small and tucked away door that one might’ve had to bend to get out of. Her eyes lit up at the sight, and she nodded, hesitantly looking back before running until he could no longer see her.

—--

“WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE, BOY!?” His uncle exclaimed, slapping his nephew’s tear-stained cheeks with another plate once more. His knees had been cut and bruised from kneeling on the previously broken plates, but all he could do was endure it. “SHE WAS ALMOST READY! DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT SHE IS? WITHOUT HER, WE DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL FUCKING HAPPEN TO YOU!”

Slap!

He just gritted his teeth, allowed the tears to run down. He wouldn’t dare look at his uncle before, especially with how unaccustomed he was to the punishments of it. But in the heat of the moment, all he did was stare. In one sharp motion, his eyes burned into his uncle’s with a fierceness that was never there before. During these punishments, he never speaks, never defies, never complains. And yet,

“She was just a random girl you found on the damn street; she didn’t deserve that fate—”

Slap!

“Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me about ‘fate’? She was a random girl for a reason, Aries! She has no link to you whatsoever; why the fuck are you so worked up about—”

“Because she is a fucking human that deserves a chance at life, damnit!” He stood up from the smooth ground littered with red-stained shards of glass, his knees at the brink of crumbling. “So what if she’s a random person from the street!? Does that mean that if you were walking down the street and if people kidnapped you, that’s okay!?”

His uncle’s jaw tightened at the sudden sight of boldness from his nephew, veins popping at the mere sight of it. “How dare you talk to me about what I know is best for you, huh? Always so fucking ungrateful.” 

“What?”

Slap!

Why does a hand hurt more than porcelain? He thought to himself as he felt the sting. “I chose to do extra precautions just so that you could stay alive, kid,” his uncle emphasized each word. “I chose to experiment on someone else otherwise you would’ve been killed. You’re lucky that your father really wanted you alive. If not, you would’ve been a fucking robot by now.”

He straightened up, heaving a sigh and fixing his coat’s lapels. “Have I made myself clear?”

“...”

“Aries.”

“Yes, sir.”

@readerxyourbabe

@theloveofnagiseishiroslife

@aetherscribit

[yanderemommabean]

Pixie being cozy

[we-r-loonies]

the idea of james showing regulus how to touch himself is so hot.

[katyobsesses]

Little Glee Guys

Sam, Kurt, Quinn

Rachel, Finn, Mercedes

Tina, Santana, Brittany

This piccrew was too cute not to go and make all my glee blorbos (more characters in a reblog 💛)

[mayuurx]

Doodle. Codependence or something.

[mini-minish]

guess who got paid to draw more baby!!!!!

[habitual-creatures]

HAPPY WIND-UP WIGGLE WEDNESDAY!

BE SURE TO GET YOUR WIGGLES IN, RABBITS!

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]

[portrait-of-a-moron]

Hear me out, I’m over analyzing Jays Lore again.

Libber and Cliff’s relationship reminds me so much of Loretta Young and Clarke Gable.

Loretta and Gable were well-known actors in the 30s, and at the time that Loretta got pregnant, were working on a romance film in 1935. She hid the pregnancy because it would cause too much drama within Hollywood at the time, and she saw no other option. Judy Lewis (the daughter) was born late in that year, and was given up to orphanages for the first few years of her life before Loretta adopted her, later privately disclosing that she was her mom.

TELL ME THATS NOT FUCKING CLIFF AND LIBBER AND JAY.

Libber and Cliff had Jay, but Libber ended up giving him away to Ed and Edna because of Cliff’s absence, and because she just couldn’t take care of him on her own. Cliff the chronic womanizer can’t keep a stable family dynamic, clearly.

This was essentially the same case with Loretta and Gable, since he was married at the time, and their daughter was not conceived consensually. He was not present in Judy’s life except for one time, where he went to visit Loretta and ask how Judy was. Judy had no idea Gable was her father then.

Cliff didn’t keep contact with Jay at all, but as seen in Skybound, he did keep up with his life, collecting like photos of him and his zx suit I think (don’t quote me on the suit thing I haven’t watched skybound in a bit).

Gable and Cliff both consciously chose to keep up with their children without ever telling them that they were their father.

Also, totally not proving my point but I do think it’s fun that the initials match too. J and J, CG and CG, L and L.

Idk!!! I just, I’m nerding out about history shit and Lego shit all at once it’s autism extravaganza over here. I know it’s not what inspired it but it just reminds me so so much of it.

[duusheen]

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transcript

Miracle: So… Now what? Jay: Now we put our rings back on and pretend we never made the stupid decision to break up. Miracle: Do you want to try the long-distance relationship again? or- uh we can move. Jay: No, that would be another stupid decision. I'll go pick up Cosmo and head back to the ranch. Miracle: But Birdie, I don't want you to give up. Jay: It's okay, Mir. I wasn't happy there anyway. Damn, I couldn't even make music, and that's what I went there for. Let's just say I tried, and it didn't work. Miracle: Are you sure? The reason I decided to end things was so you wouldn't have to worry about us. I didn't want to hold you back. Jay: I like music yeah, but I love our family… I love you. I'm not going to put that at risk again. It’s ok, I like my life as it is; that was never the issue. Jay: anyways, I'm going to take a shower, are you coming? Miracle: Uh… yeah [grabs Jay's phone when hears him coming down the stairs, hesitating] actually, you go first. I'll be down in a moment.

[hauntedkeys]

It’s her!!! It’s my wife!!!

[edgyjr]

So i haven't posted ówò'

Take some stuff I've been on the fence about (plus :0 work in progress art)

The 4th pic is Kinito fused with an oc i have (bc it's fun)

[honnojis]

Is there a reason why Variya looks like mom Nancy? When I saw her sprite for the first time I imagined her as a blonde, longer haired version of Nancy. Is it a coincidence or is there some meaning to it?

nah. they honestly don't even look that much like each other if you compare their official art

[mazzystar24]

i don't like how some parts of the fandom make eddie almost too incompetent to be alive. and treat all of it like it's canon. "eddie can't cook, he almost burned down the kitchen", "eddie's bitchy and jealous", "buck's always doing the dishes at the diaz house", "good thing buck introduced eddie to carla and likes babysitting chris, because eddie was struggling to take care of chris without him", "eddie doesn't understand his emotions", "eddie doesn't like his girlfriend and he only wants a babysitter", "eddie makes stupid choices instead of talking about his emotions" WHAT SHOW ARE YOU PEOPLE WATCHING??

I will say most of it I think are just fandom jokes that get lost in translation or like used as a device for fic purposes

And I agree with you to an extent (imma explain why to an extent) because Eddie is a very competent person

I think the easiest way for me is to bullet point each of the things you touch on but please know I’m not being curt with you and I appreciate the ask I just like breaking thoughts down into chunks🫶:

1. Eddie not being able to cook (or being in the process of improving his skill) is canon but yeah it’s dramatised for jokes/fic purposes which can be enjoyable ngl

2. This one I’m sorry but imma have to disagree with you, Eddie IS bitchy and stuff in canon like that’s just a facet of his character like it’s not even a character flaw in my eyes - oo actually lemme adjust that Eddie isn’t bitchy more so he is able to be bitchy in certain situations like anyone- and it doesn’t make him incompetent or anything

3. Again I think just for fic/jokes purposes but if you ask me whoever cooks the other should do dishes😌

4. THIS ONE YES I AGREE 1000% like people who say that miss that the fact buck did this for him isn’t sweet because Eddie would be an incompetent parent if he didn’t but because to step in and help where you aren’t needed but just to lessen the load for someone is what’s special, like Eddie didn’t need to let buck so into his life but he ALLOWS himself that vulnerability and to let another person help and that’s huge like as Ryan said in that one interview like that scene where Buck drops Eddie after the earthquake just symbolises all that because Eddie has his own car and can drive himself but he lets buck in and lets him help

5. Last two go hand in hand so I’m joining them - I think this one again is like a bit in canon but also not a character flaw or incompetence, I think it’s just very human and very fleshed out for a character to go through things and not fully grasp what they’re feeling at that point or know but bury it or know but misinterpret it or just act or make dumb choices

Like a good example is his fight club era, he had a lot of messy and complicated and mixed emotions and made bad choices instead of talking about those emotions - doesn’t make him incompetent or a bad person just someone who feels things

As always thanks for the ask anon and hope me disagreeing didn’t come off rude or anything🫶🫶