#[<- the face of future consequences]

[capinejghafa]

You know, I kind of find it interesting when the narrative of fanfics is always like Kaz is in a bad mood because Inej isn't there... rather than Kaz is bored because Inej isn't there. I guess two things can be true at the same time... but also, in the following years, Kaz built the following: an underground tunnel in Ketterdam, the Silver Six, expanded the Crow Club, expanded the Dregs territory (presumably). That's two years... of pure restless energy.

We are also told that he really only talks to Jesper and Wylan when there's a job he needs help with presumably because he's so busy. Kaz also finds time to correspond with a king of a whole other nation... and has been known to roleplay as a beggar (yes, I will keep bringing this up bc it's funny). Imagine, if you will, an 18-19 year old Kaz coming into all this wealth and so much time to just build because he can. Maybe because he's a little lonely, or bored, or both.

I don't think Kaz is angry, I think Kaz is restless.

[coochiequeens]

Every woman should have a friend like Grace at their party.

Do Chris and his mommy and daddy really think that any woman he manages to date won't eventually find out about how he treated his ex and then his mistress?

I hope she invites Grace to every party she holds in the future. And that she dumps Natasha.

[alicentsgf]

"alicent should have accepted rhaenyra's proposal for helaena to marry ja-"

[anghraine]

elizabethwydevilles replied to this post:

'Most "corrections" of Padmé's characterization I've seen essentially want to make her [...] not a tragic figure except by wild mischance or the missteps of other characters.' I honestly think people have a really hard job accepting that the prequels are a tragedy for *everyone* involved (except Palps). You see it in response to characters like Obi-Wan; the refusal to engage with the idea that a character can try their best and still screw up is hard to swallow.

Yes, very much so! In some ways it's even more marked with Obi-Wan, I feel, because ROTJ so clearly set him up as someone who failed tragically in the prequel era and who took away the wrong lessons from his own mistakes. OT/PT Obi-Wan is a kind, self-sacrificing, and well-meaning person who is not motivated by malice, but there is a moral arrogance to him, a hubris, that plays a significant role in the larger tragedy he is part of and that hubris lingers in the OT even after his death (with potential for further tragedy!).

I think there's a temptation to cast all these characters with fundamentally tragic flaws as solely victims or villains, but an important aspect of this kind of tragedy IMO is how these kinds of flaws collide and contribute to something far worse than any of its parts. The kinds of mistakes and flaws that we see in these characters lead to consequences that are both inevitable and unpredictable; no single one of these tragic figures could independently control or foresee what was going to result from all these different dynamics and maneuverings and choices, but at the same time, these choices do inexorably lead towards disaster. So you get the "well [x tragic choice] isn't what really caused the tragedy, because Palpatine" or "we need to fix [x tragic choice] because it makes the character Bad" without really engaging with the complicity (conscious or unconscious) of all these characters and the significance of their complicity to what the PT is doing as a story.

I don't object to "I want to imagine a happy ending for my faves" at all, btw—I do that all the time and it's not what I'm getting at. But when it comes to insisting that something must have been what "really" happened for the story to "make sense" or be "fixed" in the face of all evidence and basics of story structure, I find it tedious.

[mini-draws]

fansign minayeon + home 9round mina (+bonus)

ref credits: [1] [2]

[jedi-enthusiast]

I'm gonna be honest, literally no one can get mad at me for not having Anakin Skywalker turn back to the Light in my fic while also having Ventress and Savage turn back to the Light and implying that Dooku does in the future, because I WAS GOING TO!!!

I WAS GONNA GIVE THAT ASSHOLE THE BEST REDEMPTION ARC IN THE FIC, WITH TONS OF SYMPATHY AND EVERYTHING!!!

BUT THEN ANAKIN APOLOGISTS AND ANTI-JEDI PEOPLE STARTED POSTING ON MY BLOG AND I WENT "FUCK THAT"

so yeah, if you're gonna get mad at that decision, all I'm saying is that I was gonna be nice but y'all made me spiteful as hell

[splookiee]

dare i say: a lot of fanfic would be better with a bad ending.

Writers, be evil, dont retcon your bad ending, dont soften it. Sometimes the price you gotta pay for a good story is your fav character dying.

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 29 / 31 * 24 HOUR SCIENTIFIC SERVICES 」

March 1983, Twin Pines Timeline

“It’s hopeless, Doc. I’m never gonna figure out this chemistry stuff in time for the test tomorrow.” Marty sighs heavily, dropping his pencil down on the table. His head follows suit barely a second later, his forehead thunking against the workbench. “Can we run through it again?”

Emmett sets the circuit board and screwdriver he’d been tinkering with down on the table, pushing the remnants of their late dinner aside. Burger King again, at Marty’s insistence, when their study session had gone well into the late evening and Marty’s growling stomach had reminded them both that—again—they’d forgotten to eat, lost in their own world. “It’s getting late, Marty. It’s already past eleven; you should get going, get some rest before the morning.”

“One more time, Doc—let’s just run through it again.” Marty lifts his head up and trains his big, pleading eyes full-force on Emmett. “I’ve almost got this balancing equations thing down. Let’s just do one more.”

He shouldn’t—he should send Marty on his way for the night, clean up their small mess, and turn his attention back to his own plans, work out a solution to the conundrum he’s been putting off and putting off until the moment was right. But Marty looks at him as if the entirety of his fate hangs in the balance of his answer and if he really is still having difficulties with this, he can’t very well turn him away when there’s still time to drill the material into the boy’s head.

But something tells him there’s far more to it than that.

“Alright, we’ll go through it one more time. But first I want you to let your parents know you’ll be staying late so they don’t wonder where you are or think I’ve kidnapped you for use in one of my nefarious experiments.”

Marty appears to visibly shrink into himself, confirming Emmett’s suspicions. A hundred and one questions leap to his lips but he keeps his mouth shut, waiting for Marty to answer. Something has been up recently—it has been written all across his face, in his eyes, clear as day after all this time getting to know him. Marty wears his heart on his sleeve and it didn’t take him long to understand all the boy’s little quirks and mannerisms, to know when to push and when to give him the space and freedom to open up on his own time and fall into a comfortable synchronisation that he can hardly imagine his days without, now.

Lately, he has been reluctant to leave even after spending all of his free time after school here, helping about with various tasks, practising his music, or even just sitting on the couch, working through his homework with his headphones on and Einstein curled up against his side.

He hasn’t pried yet. This, whatever it is, he knows Marty will open up about when he’s ready, but it’s enough to keep him from wanting to return home.

“Yeah, alright Doc. Dad might still be up.” Marty walks to the phone as if he’s being marched to the gallows. After a few minutes of silence with the receiver held up to his ear, he looks over as if to say well, I tried, only for his brows to fly up when someone must have finally answered.

“Dad? Yeah, it’s me, it’s Marty—no, I’m—I’m gonna stay at Doc’s place for a while. No—no, Dad! We’re in the middle of something big and Doc needs my help. Yeah. I’ve got them. Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Emmett raises a brow as Marty turns triumphantly away from the phone. “’In the middle of something big?’”

Marty rubs the back of his neck. “I—didn’t want to tell him why I was really here. Sometimes I think Dad gets disappointed that he can’t do everything, you know? He knows a lot of things about sci-fi, but he’s not a scientist and he doesn’t know a thing about chemistry. So I didn’t want him to feel bad that you were helping me.”

“Ah.” It’s a rather thoughtful lie on Marty’s part, all things considered, and not one he feels he has the personal experience to contest. “Alright, let me grab my blackboard and you read me out one of the problems you’re having trouble with.”

Emmett slides a few miscellaneous boxes out of the way in order to roll the blackboard over to the living area and Marty sits himself down on the couch, paper and pencil in hand. “You were working on combustion reactions, right?”

“Uh—yeah, I think so.” Emmett writes the equation down on the board as Einstein decides he, too, wants to hear the lesson and takes a seat on the couch, ever the attentive student. It has been years since he gave a lecture like this, even one as unofficial and impromptu as this, but he finds he slides back into the role of instructor quite easily, old habits returning with each stroke against the board.

His explanations are careful, methodical, and Marty has always been more of a visual learner, he’s noticed, easily picking up on things that are shown to him rather than learning through mindless lectures being thrown at him, so he accompanies his explanations with drawings, breakdowns of each individual molecule.

Once he’s arrived at the answer with all the work to show for it on the board, he turns back to Marty, finding the kid flopped over on the couch using Einstein’s back as a pillow. Emmett lifts the study sheet off his lap, grabs the pencil off the ground, and looks over the problems he’d already solved.

They’re all correct.

[sissa-arrows]

Not a French Zionist crying and accusing people of antisemitism because he is getting sued for sharing and supporting a video of a French Israeli soldiers bragging about torturing a Palestinian man on video.

He shared the video first when the Palestinian journalist who found the video and posted it asked him if he was the one who shared the video he said yes and he bragged about it. When the Palestinian journalist told him that this video made France change its mind and that je will be legally held accountable for it he kept bragging and approving the content of the video… the Palestinians journalists kept investigating and found out that the guy bragging is most likely the nephew of the French soldiers in the video. And the guy bragging kept bragging and saying “I’m in Lyon so come and get me if you have balls” and he kept saying nothing would happen to him.

But now that he is getting sued and now that he is going to face consequences for his racism and support for genocide suddenly he is pretending he didn’t do anything and that it’s not him who shared the video and that people are attacking him because he is an “Innocent young French Jewish boy”.

(France went from we will not investigate on any crime committed to okay we meant that the government won’t investigate but justice will investigate of course because of the video. People saw the video and kept tagging and sending it to people in the government until they backtracked pretending that we misunderstood and that French Israeli soldiers who commit crimes would get sued)

[riot-control-camp]

OKAY NOT DONE TALKING ABOUT THE LITTLE GARDEN ARC

ESPECIALLY THE NARRATIVE PARALLELS BETWEEN ZORO AND SANJI AND DORRY AND BROGGY??? THE FACT THAT THOSE PARALLELS PARTICULARLY IMPLY THAT THEY HAVE A SPECIAL BOND THAT WILL LAST LITERALLY FOREVER???

THE VISUAL WHERE THE AUDIENCE REALIZES THAT THE MOUNTAIN RANGES WERE SKULLS?? PAIRED WITH THEM LYING IN THE SAME POSITION AS ZORO AND SANJI'S TWO DINOSAURS LEFT BEHIND ON THE BEACH?

average tumblr user notices single instance of symbolism, more at 11.

but usopp getting more moments of bravery!!! WE STAN HIS ARC!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!

zoro getting to laugh and tease people this arc was beautiful, i love that stupid cunty bitch

sanji getting his part of the arc done through cunty trespassing, lying through his teeth, and beating up animals? FANTASTIC THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE (specifically thank you for that twisting move he did with his heels around the vultures head. how does it feel to live MY. D R E A M)

LUFFY WAS SO SHAPED. I WOULD KILL FOR HIM. HE'S SO FERAL.

and calling it now, nami is absolutely going to get malaria girl is the QUEEN of "it's nothing [2 episodes later it is in fact a resonant Something with excruciating plot relevance and emotional stakes attached to it"

almost simped for crocodile but miss all sunday was Right There MA'AM. MA'AM. RESPECTFULLY AND ASEXUALLY, TILL THE BED FUCKING BREAKS--

also he has a giant gold pet which i don't fuck with. also his rings remind me of redd white from ace attorney who is Unfuckable as he is a murderer of a mentor figure (other forms of murder have not detered me from simping in the past. in fact it is typically a point in a character's favor)

also oh my god tumblr makes so much more sense now that i am attempting to use it while high, my fluency rate and understanding of how every person on this platform is distressingly and hilariously comfortable assuming their experience is universal

okay but the still of the giant's weapon shards thrown over their head in victory? makes me insane, will never be over it cannot fucking handle it will be crying forever and ever

[luckysheikah]

oh, so when Randall "The Masked Gentleman" Ascot buries a whole city in sand, probably killing people, because he's mad people moved on after his death and wants revenge, then it is fine. but when I, Clive Dove-

[yuridovewing]

kills me that people compare clear sky and breezepelt. get breezy-p away from that beast

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Susannah was grinning from ear to ear and giggling like a madwoman, which she was quick to smother with one of her ill-gotten pastries: Though she had been initially confused, then surprised, by Philippe's response to this account of her and Doreen's girlhood mischief, she was quick to get in the swing of his plan, excitedly absconding with the platter before disappearing back into the passage together.

What a wonderfully nostalgic throwback this was to her youth, to those halcyon days of smuggling sweets through the passageway to the other side of the house, where she and Doreen would enjoy the fruit of their labors amidst light conversation and playful jokes...sitting in a dark passage, lit by a sole candle, leaning up against her beloved, it was a wonderful reprieve from the stress of earlier-especially as she recounted some of her favorite misadventures.

"...my favorite was the homemade strawberry ice cream we stole," she confessed with a shy smile, as she finished her pastry and reached for another. "Doreen and I made ourselves the biggest bowls: We had chocolate sauce, whipped cream, candy, sprinkles, maraschino cherries, chocolate chips...it was, uh, very, uh...v-very decadent, I-I think that's the word Belle would use...we got very, very sick, of course, on so much sugar, Pa and Belle found us lying on the floor in the lounge, very full and very sick...but there were no regrets between us!"

[soft-serve-soymilk]

More random head children musings (aside from the really sad one because that deserves better than a throwaway post):

Honestly I think it’s very fortunate that Dism’s team isn’t *entirely* comprised of lucid dreamers.

[ourhouseishaunted]

70% of my trigun thoughts are abt how plants (independent and dependant) work and what they symbolize and their relationships with other characters and the world and stuff and the implications of independent plants coming with the earth forces and what it says about how earth has progressed since SEEDS left the planet, 20% of my thoughts are "hope those guys (meryl milly vash livio ww knives) are having fun" and 10% is rotating trimax Rem Saverem around in my head at all times

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Seele (Honkai: Star Rail). Listen, I used to write her and I miss her a bit, and also: there's Belobog people around. And also, well, she's much more interesting than people give her credit for. Also, prepare for some 'rewriting', because Belobog's pacing in specific ways kind of blew a little bit much.