#(because seriously why do people do that?)

[voiice-of-the-soul]

It irritates me alot when people say that making medic more compassionate is ''missing the point of his character'' when he is literally shown to be in the comics.... did you miss the part where he showed concern for both sniper and miss pauling's well being in comic 5 and 6.

His actions are a combination of genuine attachment + clinical interest and these things do not cancel out one another. He is always pushing boundaries and going against the grain and i think this is what led to him losing his license in the first place. He felt stifled by the rules imposed on him.

He is shown to be extremely passionate so it makes sense that he would use his endless fascination with medicine as a way to show his affection. He loves his friends so he will find a way to make them borderline indestructible. Malpractice is his love language.

[spleenthecat]

"ooohhh fiddauthor so sad so cute theyre so yaoi" you are all overlooking a very very important detail here. FIDDLEFORD HAD AND WORE FULL ASS COWBOY BOOTS IN COLLEGE.

[infiniteglitterfall]

I guess this might be why the UK seemed to go so antisemitic so quickly

I'm researching the 1947 pogroms in the UK. (Actually, I'm researching all the pogroms and massacres of Jews in the past 200 years. Which today led me to discover that there were pogroms in the UK in 1947.)

From an article on "The Postwar Revival of British Fascism," all emphasis mine:

Given the rising antisemitism and widespread ignorance about Zionism [in the UK in 1947], fascists were easily able to conflate Zionist paramilitary attacks with Judaism in their speeches, meaning British Jews came to be seen as complicit in violence in Palestine.

Bertrand Duke Pile, a key member of Hamm’s League, informed a cheering crowd that “the Jews have no right to Palestine and the Jews have no right to the power which they hold in this country of ours.” Denouncing Zionism as a way to introduce a wider domestic antisemitic stance was common to many speakers at fascist events and rallies. Fascists hid their ideology and ideological antisemitism behind the rhetorical facade of preaching against paramilitary violence in Palestine.

One of the league’s speakers called for retribution against “the Jews” for the death of British soldiers in Palestine. This was, he told his audience, hardly an antisemitic expression. “Is it antisemitism to denounce the murderers of your own flesh and blood in Palestine?” he asked his audience. Many audience members, fascist or not, may well have felt the speaker had a point. ...[The photo of two British sergeants hanged by the Irgun in retaliation for the Brits hanging three of their members] promptly made numerous appearances at fascist meetings, often attached to the speaker’s platform. In at least one meeting, several British soldiers on leave from serving in Palestine attended Hamm’s speech, giving further legitimacy to his remarks. And with soldiers and policemen in Palestine showing increasing signs of overt antisemitism as a result of their experiences, the director of public prosecutions warned that the fascists might receive a steady stream of new recruits.

MI5, the U.K. domestic security service, noted with some alarm that “as a general rule, the crowd is now sympathetic and even spontaneously enthusiastic.” Opposition, it was noted in the same Home Office Bulletin of 1947, “is only met when there is an organized group of Jews or Communists in the audience.”

The major opposition came from the 43 Group, formed by the British-Jewish ex-paratrooper Gerry Flamberg and his friends in September 1946 to fight the fascists using the only language they felt fascists understood — violence. The group disrupted fascist meetings for two purposes: to get them shut down by the police for disorder, and to discourage attendance in the future by doling out beatings with fists and blunt instruments. By the summer of 1947, the group had around 500 active members who took part in such activities. Among these was a young hairdresser by the name of Vidal Sassoon, who would often turn up armed with his hairdressing scissors.

The 43 Group had considerable success with these actions, but public anger was spreading faster than they could counter the hate that accompanied it. The deaths of Martin and Paice had touched a nerve with the populace. On Aug. 1, 1947, the beginning of the bank holiday weekend and two days after the deaths of the sergeants, anti-Jewish rioting began in Liverpool. The violence lasted for five days. Across the country, the scene was repeated: London, Manchester, Hull, Brighton and Glasgow all saw widespread violence. Isolated instances were also recorded in Plymouth, Birmingham, Cardiff, Swansea, Newcastle and Davenport. Elsewhere, antisemitic graffiti and threatening phone calls to Jewish places of worship stood in for physical violence. Jewish-owned shops had their windows smashed, Jewish homes were targeted, an attempt was made to burn down Liverpool Crown Street Synagogue while a wooden synagogue in Glasgow was set alight. In a handful of cases, individuals were personally intimidated or assaulted. A Jewish man was threatened with a pistol in Northampton and an empty mine was placed in a Jewish-owned tailor shop in Davenport.

And an important addendum:

I've read a whole bunch of articles about the pogroms in Liverpool, Manchester, Salford, Eccles, Glasgow, etc.

Not one of them has mentioned that the Irgun, though clearly a terrorist group, was formed in response to 18 years of openly antisemitic terrorism, including multiple incredibly violent massacres. Or that it consistently acted in response to the murders of Jewish civilians, not on the offensive. Or that at this point, militant Arab Nationalist groups with volunteers and arms from the Arab League countries had been attacking Jewish and mixed Arab-Jewish neighborhoods for months.

I just think the "Jewish militants had been attacking the British occupiers" angle is incredibly Anglocentric.

Yeah, they were attacking the British occupiers. But also, that's barely the tip of the iceberg.

Everyone involved hated the Brits at this point. If only al-Husseini and his ilk had hated the Brits more than they hated the Jews, Britain could at least have united them by giving them a common enemy.

[ahaura]

im sure its been said already but as the election draws near more and more liberals will come out of the woodwork to shame people with a conscience to give away their vote to the democrats for free. i'm already seeing posts saying "why aren't people more concerned about a trump presidency?" you want to know why? it's because people already know he's bad. everyone already knows what he is and what he's done and what he'll do. there's nothing to discuss. he's a racist despotic worm of a man. there's nothing else to say.

biden is currently president. the genocide is happening under his watch. he's the one funding isra*l and arming them; he's sidestepped congress more than once to give them weapons. by oct. 27, the biden administration already knew that "Israel was regularly bombing buildings without solid intelligence that they were legitimate military targets." the state department/biden have engaged in atrocity propaganda, cast doubt on the legitimacy of the death toll recorded by the gaza health ministry, and so on. the united states is currently in the process of trying to pin the "war in gaza" on netanyahu (see sen. schumer's speech) after months of backing blatant genocide as a means to act as if they're "doing something" about the genocide (Instead of, say, threatening to cut off all aid to israel with the condition that all hostilities in gaza, the west bank, and occupied jerusalem are halted immediately and permanently, allowing palestinians freedom to travel, allowing aid into gaza, etc etc etc.)

the long and short of it is that liberals view their own lives as being worth more than palestinians'. that's it. they'll vote for another 4 years of the guy ushering in genocide and supporting apartheid + settler colonialism because he isn't outright attacking them (despite various laws and rulings happening both at the supreme court level and at the local level all over the country that will endanger people). they'll settle for the illusion of safety and security and shame anyone with a conscience and accuse them of "supporting the republicans" when in an actual democracy you would be able to use your vote as leverage to extract concessions from those who want to be elected. that's how it's supposed to fucking work.

democrats are not owed people's vote. if biden loses, it will be biden's fault; it will be his campaign's fault; it will be the democrats' fault. trump is bad; the republicans are bad. we already know this. this is not an endorsement of either. but if democrats are too cowardly and feckless and servile to the motivations of the american empire and never do anything for their constituents then why the fuck should anyone vote for them. you want to get mad at someone, why don't you do something useful and stop worrying about team-sports with a purely selfish basis and start hounding the people in power who are supposed to serve you, the voter.

[sandflakedraws]

The way I describe Branch to people who haven't seen these movies is "the only troll openly cognizant of his role as a prey animal"

DKJGH GOD UR RIGHT THO!!!

THE WORLD OF TROLLS IS SO INCREDIBLY HOSTILE TO THESE LITTLE GUYS IT BOGGLES MY MIND.

LIKE THIS IS JUST FILM ONE. ITS JUST TUESDAY I GUESS !!!

[findafight]

Robin chose Steve. Robin made the conscious and deliberate decision that she could and would trust Steve. She already liked him! She had fun working and bantering with him! They were already on their way to being weird little bffs and the torture just expedited the process. Steve chose Robin just the same! He thinks she's fun and cool and likes her so much! He chose to be honest and open with her too, putting himself out there.

Even though their interests on the surface level don't match why wouldn't they share them? Steve clearly caves when Robin wants to watch a movie he doesn't think he'll like, Robin can watch a March madness game or five.

Stop trying to take away their bond oh my god people can be close to more than one person!!! Their best friend doesn't have to be dismissive or mean or whatever in order for a romance to be special to them!

[valtsv]

I haven’t listened to the slit verses. Is shrue a they or do you just refer to him that way because woke

i'm going to be honest this ask makes you sound like my conservative relatives and that's not a compliment

[uncanny-tranny]

I know for a fact I've talked about the golden records, but I don't care because here is a sample of some of my favourite greetings on those discs

There is something so vulnerable, precious, and human about sending up pieces of our hearts into space. Even when we know that there may not be anybody out there to hear us, we are still whispering to whomever might listen how much we love them, how much we want to connect. No matter how small the chance is, we're taking it to say that love is real, that we are real.

How is that not something to be in awe over?

[storywestistrash]

watched mouthwashing finally. the fact that i saw people be more aggressive towards curly than jimmy is kinda strange. kinda real weird

[highseas-swede]

...I seriously cannot stress how much I hate tags like "Give us BAMF Aziraphale" because it seems to imply that he's not badass.

He IS. Tell me how well most people could endure 6000 years of consistent, persistent demoralization, harassment and shitty treatment without snapping?

Do you know how HARD it is to be kind when you've been put through a system that actively discourages kindness and softness, a system that tries to beat it out of you - not physically, but still. The fact that Aziraphale got through all of that and is not just still kind, but still has the capacity to be kind to the very people who hurt him, is fucking remarkable.

Aziraphale is badass. Period. Full Stop.

It's well past time that we stopped equating physical and fighting prowess as a measure of badassery. Just about anyone can exercise and get strong enough to fight someone. Just about anyone could possibly get weapons training. Neither of these things is half as brave as putting yourself in front of a crowd of people and holding off 70 demons with just conviction and a candleholder because it's the RIGHT THING TO DO.

EDIT: I had to add this while I was thinking of it.

I feel like people are buying into Heaven's version of badassery. Angels were made to FIGHT. To fight the last big battle against demons and Hell.

Aziraphale is a deviation because he DOES NOT WANT THAT. He doesn't want to fight a war that will hurt billions and destroy the world. His defining moment in Season 1 is when he stands in the face of the quartermaster and refuses to fight the way they want him to. Instead of a weapon, he chooses to find another way.

If anything, I would think it's leading to the idea that Aziraphale feels he must fight, that he has no choice, and then, when it comes right down to it, finding another way. A kinder way. A BETTER way.

By the standards of Heaven, Aziraphale picking up his sword and fighting would be Normal. Him refusing and finding another way is what makes him Unique. THAT'S what makes him badass.

[isatartdump]

ALSO LIKE A THING I NOTICED NOW BECAUSE I NEVER LOOK AT THESE I ONLY LOOK AT THE COMMENTS/TAGS BECAUSE I LIKE SEEING WHAT YOU GUYS SAY.

Why are there so many of you. I don't fit you all in my house. I don't even know how to thank you kMDLWQKNE

UHM?? You guys are cool thanks for giving me a place to ramble? And post my little sketches. That you seem to like

It means a lot to me

UHM UHM HERE !! HAVE- HAVE MORE OF MY SIFLOOP SKETCHES BECAUSE I TEND TO DO THEM ON MY FREE TIME

There's also a sifzaloop hidden in there

Haha.

[spider-dreamland]

Redemption and Legacy┃┃┃A Singed x Reader ONE SHOT

Redemption isn’t a single moment. It is the sum of choices made for those we hold dear. A wholesome one shot about Singed x Reader. Contains themes of childbirth. And an amusing scene of Singed meeting your family :)

❤️ Enjoy ❤️

Singed had never imagined the possibility of turning a new page. For the past several decades, his life had been nothing but a downward spiral, consumed by the single desperate cause to undo the past, to reclaim what had been taken from him. The idea of starting anew never existed. But now, he sat outside a delivery room, waiting for you to give birth to your second daughter. His hands resting on his knees, his scarred fingers twitching slightly with every muffled sound from inside.  He’d heard screams before. He’d been the reason behind screams before, more times than he could count. Agonized wails, desperate cries, pleas for mercy, each one carved into the darkest corners of his memory. But this was unlike any of that. This wasn’t the sound of fear or suffering he had inflicted; it was you, his wife and his light, crying out in pain, and he couldn’t escape the gut-wrenching helplessness of it. It clawed at him, an unbearable weight pressing against his chest, louder than any laboratory explosion or battlefield roar. He wasn’t the cause this time, not directly anyway, but he wasn’t the cure either, and that terrified him more than anything else.

He had been low. So low the thought of ever crawling back out never as much as crossed his mind. Dragging others into his descent had been a necessary evil, or so he told himself. Emotions were for others, for the weak. He didn’t feel. He calculated, hypothesized, and executed. That’s what it meant to be a scientist.

Until you.

He had met you on a particularly grim evening in Zaun, having a drink in a dimly lit, greasy bar with some friends of yours. He wasn’t there to revel in the fleeting comforts of alcohol but to dull the gnawing ache inside him, which, despite years of carefully bottling his emotions, sealing them away like dangerous chemicals in an unmarked flask, sometimes resurfaced, clawing its way out. 

Yet, as he stared into the amber depths of his glass, a woman’s voice broke through the static.

“You look like you could use another.” A drink, placed before him. He looked up and saw you. A woman who didn’t belong in this world. Young, vibrant, glowing with a light that felt blasphemous in the grimy, muted tones of the filthy Undercity. At first, he thought it a jest, some cruel joke among the youth you were with. But you stayed. And for reasons beyond his comprehension, he let you.

He had told himself to keep his distance, that you didn’t know what you were inviting into your life. Yet, with each passing encounter, you, a Piltover woman who saw beyond his sins and scars, pulled him closer.

You had made him want to change.

It hadn’t been easy. Decades of habits couldn’t be erased overnight. But the moment you told him you were carrying his child, everything shifted. He had looked at his hands, stained with the past, and had no other choice but to. For you. For your child.

He remembered the day you introduced him to your family. He, Singed, Zaun’s pariah, Piltover’s exile, had tailored a suit, his scars hidden beneath layers of fabric and freshly-washed bandages. Meeting your father, a man his own age, was a peculiar sort of torment. For him and your father, it was an unspoken battle of wills, and the stakes couldn’t have felt higher. And you loved them both dearly, but watching them silently stress themselves. 

He remembers you just floating through the evening with an amused grin, pouring drinks, cracking jokes, and watching them both squirm, “Dad, I think you’ll like him. He knows a loooot about chemistry,” you added fuel to the fire with a grin, earning a sharp side-eye from him and an even sharper fork stab into your father’s potatoes.

He had spent the entire evening waiting for rejection, for the inevitable moment when your parents would denounce him.

And when your mother and grandmother saw him at the potluck they’d hosted to “meet the one who’d finally captured their daughter’s heart”, they nearly passed out. Their polite smiles faltered, their eyes darting over his scarred face and weathered demeanor, desperately trying to reconcile the man before them with the man they’d imagined. 

But what choice did they have? He’d already given them a grandchild. Such bright and beautiful baby. And now, with another one on the way, nobody’s reservations had any room to grow. They also couldn’t deny the way you looked at him with devotion that spoke louder than any words ever could, or the way he stood by your side, as though ready to destroy anyone who so much as thought of causing you harm.

That day every glance, every word seemed laden with judgment to a tangible extend, and though he hid it well, you could see the effort it took for him to stay composed. You found it almost endearing, and surely beyond amusing, though he’d probably never forgive you for not taking it seriously. 

Returning to Piltover had been surprisingly uneventful.

And yet, through it all, he found solace in fatherhood. He hadn’t expected to be good at it, but you had shown him otherwise. Your first daughter had quieted in his arms before she had even calmed in yours, her tiny fingers wrapping around his scarred ones.

That day, for the first time in decades, Singed willingly indulged himself in emotion. 

The sound of a door creaking pulled him from his thoughts. A nurse stepped out, her face paling slightly as she took him in.

He stood immediately, his heart pounding so loudly the nurse could likely hear it. This stress couldn’t possibly be good for his age, he had mentally noted, though the thought was fleeting. You didn’t want to be apart from him, not now, not in your most vulnerable moment, and he would never tell you no. Not to this. Not to you.

Sweat clung to your forehead, your face strained with exhaustion, but you smiled when you saw him. “I want you here,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He would do anything for you.

Moving to your side, Singed repositioned you gently, his knowledge of anatomy guiding his hands.

Hours passed, but he didnt waver. The tension in the room ebbed and flowed with each contraction, but he remained steady amidst the storm of pain and anticipation. When the moment finally came, he moved with precision and calm, his hands as sure as they had ever been in the laboratory, though this time they were bringing life into the world instead of unraveling it.

You’d insisted he deliver your second daughter himself, so he did, catching her tiny, wriggling form. The first sound she made was a piercing wail, her lungs announcing her arrival with ferocity. Her tiny fists flailed, her face scrunched in indignation at the cold air of the world outside the warmth of the womb. For a moment, everything else, the chaos, the exhaustion, the years of doubt, all faded away, and the room was silent save for her cries. It was a sound that filled the space with hope.

He handed her to you carefully, his breath catching as he watched you cradle her to your chest. You were exhausted, your eyes heavy with sleep, but you looked up at him and smiled.

Singed knew, with absolute certainty, that he would tear the world apart piece by piece, leave it smoldering and broken at his feet, if it meant keeping you happy. Nothing, no force would ever stand between you and the life you deserved.

Not while he drew breath.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

random rant but actually im so sick and fucking tired of this fandom being so disgusting to aroace people under the guise of defending us 😭 actually i DONT want a bunch of alloromantics telling ME what aroace rep should or shouldnt look like, and i definitely dont want other aroace people telling me my view of aroace people is wrong because it doesnt fit what they think we should all be like!!!!

[thenightshadowqueen]

Livestream Watchthrough Thoughts (14-12-2024)

I loved this stream! It was a lot of fun, despite the heckler (they made some great jokes out of it, but it’s still a shitty thing to do), and… Yeah, I don’t have much else to say before I start my thoughts, other than I made a new tag for my watchthrough thoughts, because I’ll probably be making these again. They’re really fun to make, and it seems like there are some people who enjoy reading them, too, so it all works out quite well.

The audio is great!!!

“Lovely little Luke Manning” I love that this is a new thing Sam seems to be doing

Tom has his head in his hands a minute in… this is going to be a good show

Honestly, just settling in and listening to Sam’s intro is so comforting (can you tell my autism likes repetition?)

“I’m taking the joke about German train stations out of my head, because Tom doesn’t want everyone to hate me” this intro has had some edgier jokes and I’m here for it

Callback to the Prime Minister’s First Day!

“I almost understand everything you say!” He said it so earnestly

I know it’s a different tunnel, but… Cliff, is that you?

AJ inserting what’s meant to be a one-off atmosphere-setting singsong and then Sam making him change it over and over is peak SFTH

We made it all the way through munchkin land with Luke without a short joke—amazing!

“Your performance” okay fuck this guy (slight overreaction? …No.)

(They are doing a really good job of handling the heckler, though)

I love the new format of Letters!!!

“Jonathan Rolex” I genuinely have no idea if this is a real person involved with creating Rolex watches (I assume not, but I do not know anything about this sort of thing, so I could be wrong)

“How fucking dare you” Luke is amazing at picking tones of voice; he sounds so politely offended and it’s great

Ooh, we’re breaking the… It’s not really the fourth wall, but kind of?

“You’re. In. …Words.” I love AJ

“Yay!” That was so sweet; Tom is amazing

I love when they do this accent (I’m not sure what part of the UK it’s from and now I fear I’m living up to American stereotypes (I swear I used to know, but I’m exhausted and it’s been a minute since I looked it up))

“Shut the FUCK UP!” Fuck yeah Sam and AJ!

Also Sam indirectly calling the heckler an ass is iconic

“For a wise man, you’ve got to work on your mime” I love it when they insult each other (look insults are a love language, okay, and I like seeing people have friends)

“Tell me a little bit about gold, then” I love that AJ took not knowing what frankincense was (which I assume was genuine, although it could have just been a bit) and turned it into a running joke with the gold

This is so confused and I love it

“I’m Frank; it’s my incense” we can always rely on Tom for wordplay

“Then I put down the hammer” fucking plot twist, Luke, good god

“Cheryl is now…” “Knocked out.” Honestly, I thought they were going to go for ‘dead’, so it’s better than it could have been

“This is becoming a regular occurrence” Tom???

“Is this a robbery, Aaron? Are you robbing the company?” “Only if you force me to get the gun out of my pocket.” This show is gold

“You also have another gun, which is clearly in your belt” I really thought that we were going��� somewhere else with that

I’m the tiniest bit sad we didn’t get two lesbians (but obviously I’m also very happy with the scene we got)

Honestly ‘in the round’ is a hilarious suggestion

“I don’t know how to cry. My childhood was bad.” Sam

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Wes Anderson film, but their impressions are always top tier

Luke desperately trying to get Sam to actually understand the Spanish and Sam just failing is amazing

“Get yourself... a drug problem” SAM

Is it a SFTH show if Sam doesn’t unbutton his shirt?

“Calm down” Sam is amazing

“I think I’m going to give Luke the most appropriate book that I've ever given him...” “I Want that Twink Obliterated” oh my god (also, like... I can’t believe that’s a real book) (I absolutely can)

“Pretty sure that's the title of one of our fanfictions” well I’m sure it’s going to be now (also I know they know about the fandom and fandom activities but it still kills me whenever they talk about it)

“Will you please stop trying to have a conversation?” I love that Luke and AJ are just messing up the way the game is meant to work

“Chapter fourteen.” “How did you know we're filing for bankruptcy?” Tom that was an amazing save

This was actually surprisingly wholesome considering the title of Luke's book

The five seconds of pure holding-back-laughter staring between Sam and AJ at ‘egg’

Sam

“I’m going to fuck you up, sun” as a person whose chronic illness gets worse in heat, I don’t think Tom has ever said a more relatable thing

“Well, aren’t we standing in two bland positions” Tom is great

“Here we are. The two men in the world with the longest penises, touching tips.” Well that escalated quickly

I know snake eyes is a dice thing, but... Snakehips?

“Calm down” pt. 2; I love Sam (although I do hope it doesn’t actually bother him)

“If you kiss me now” being interrupted by a kiss is brilliant timing

Also AJ’s still wearing the bracelet ❤️

Fucking hell, Sam (him just grabbing Luke unprompted like that caught me so off guard)

“I’m putting this in a museum” Tom???????

“Now, am I saying ‘see it, say it, sort it’ or ‘see it, say it, sorted’?” “Well, based on that poster, I think it's ‘sorted’.” Look, as an American, I am grateful for the clarification (also hi, SNftHitW)

“The next station is Cockfosters.” “That's not on the Metropolitan Line.” I said in my last watchthrough that I love when AJ makes an unimportant mistake and Sam latches on to it, and I stand by that statement. (Also, they mention Cockfosters station a lot; is that a particularly popular stop, or do they just pick it because it has a memorable name?)

“Yes, well, he does make a lot of promises, doesn’t he?” Oooh, drama (and sass)

“Good evening and welcome to Chip Harrington. I’m Chip Harrington—” Is Chip Harrington related to André Beetroot? (Also I love Chip Harrington already)

I realise AJ stumbling over his words is probably an accident, but I feel like it’s important characterisation for Chip

Also is Chip Harrington grown-up Chip from the Cardboard Stegosaurus? (Seems unlikely, but it’s possible)

Luke causing trouble is the best

“Be very scared” wow, what a news reporter

I adore the way AJ just said ‘~metropolitan~’ (and Chip Harrington and André Beetroot are definitely related, because that was almost a Beetrootian accent slip)

Luke as a child does the most adorable, innocent little faces, and it kills me

“Oh, I needed to tell you something...” see now i really want to know what that was

Luke’s abduction technique is… interesting

“I’m going to copy your face” Luke???

“Just because I fucked your wife Cassandra—” plot twist! (“You didn’t know that.”)

“I was going to give you anaesthetic before I did this; now I’m not so sure” Sam taking his cues from the audience’s response and going “kinky” killed me

“I’ve always thought you were a handsome fellow” hello (god damn it, another niche ship to add to the collection)

“These noisy streets” I love Tom’s passive aggressive way of calling out the people talking at the back

“You always say ‘this is Chip Harrington, and I’m Chip Harrington’, but it’s actually called the news?” I love Tom’s character, and I don’t think we got a name for her, but she deserves one

“I’m Chip Harrington” look he may not have any idea how but he’s trying to help

“I thought you were going to say anal” Tom

Okay so Sam’s acting as Luke’s character pretending to be Sam’s character is incredible

Tom’s baffled/disgusted face as he tries to figure out where they are is everything

“I need to be outside at all times” I know this is meant to be a bit character, but I’m genuinely really intrigued by this storyline

I can’t be the only one who feels like Chip and the mum have a bit of chemistry…

AJ messing up his name after saying it a thousand times might be my new favourite thing

I know we talk a lot about AJ’s singing—as we should—but Sam is also really good

“It’s like that, but really much weirder” AJ is amazing

Chip Harrington is the best

This is chaos

Honestly Tom’s character is a great mum

“There’s a man out on my lawn who won’t shut the fuck up” I love Tom

I genuinely think the mum might be the most sane character we’ve ever gotten

“The audience will ~never know~” god damn it, I’ve been entrapped by another play

I love that the Underground Murderer didn’t actually kill anyone

Tom and Sam’s high-pitched-voice bit at the end is amazing

“We’ll never see some of you ever again. Hopefully that motherfucker.” Fuck. Yes. Sam!

I really hate that they had to deal with that heckler (but they did do an amazing job)

[yuseirra]

EYES

this theory is explained more in detail in a post I wrote earlier,

what if fragments of Ai ACTUALLY dwell in people with star eyes since she's "become a star". What if she's responsible for the "white star eyes" (she and Kamiki both should have been, but he became the dark one instead) That's why Kamiki's been going after people with it... HE ACTUALLY WOULD BE ABLE TO FEEL AI BY RECLAIMING THOSE LIGHTS. HE COULD ACTUALLY BECOME CLOSER TO HER BECAUSE HE NEEDS THOSE "LIGHTS" - '"AI" - "LOVE" in order to have HIS eyes shine again the way it used to before he became tainted.

This guy's company's name is "EYES". He really must have needed it to "feel" , "get closer to" Ai and/or "increase Ai's presence" the way he desired because it IS HER in those eyes.

I've been trying to make sense of what Kamiki was actually trying to do. If this is so, then what he's been doing could actually have some sort of fruition. otherwise, it's nonsense. There must have been a reason how he was so sure he could feel Ai through what he's been doing. IT REALLY COULD HAVE HAD SUCH AN EFFECT.

[youandthemountains]

it probably is insane how much I wish I could express the thing about spones. the vibes about spones. Like there's the joking fun fandom vibes and I love them, I love to play with them, of course of course. but the THING. the CORE to me. i wish i could capture it and share it.