#(he is an even split of his parents)

[spicyvampire]

Great and Tyme being worried about each other

4MINUTES (2024) EP. 5

[kujakumai]

People seem to be under the impression that Jonouchi hates his dad but he. doesn't. He never says anything like that. The only thing Jou ever says about his relationship with his dad is an earnestly expressed optimism and wish that if he just does well enough then the guy will quit drinking and they will return to a happy family life. He never seems to blame his dad at all, and is instead knee-deep in denial while hiding it from his friends and externalizing the problem--that it's not that his dad is awful, it's the debts, it's the drink, it's that Jonouchi hasn't fixed it yet.

And that's frustrating because we as the audience know that he's 16 and being abused and needs to get the hell out of there, and that as he gets older he'll need to come to terms with those facts. But as far as analyzing past and canon-present behavior goes, I don't think it ever makes sense to say that Jonouchi Is Doing X Because He Hates His Dad. He doesn't. Jonouchi is still deeply attached to the always-just-steps-away fantasy world where his dad cleans up his act and tells him how proud he is and they go play catch together.

[rystiel]

imagine sending your kids to visit their great uncle for the summer because you’re about to get divorced and they come home with a whole ass pig. like what do you even do in that situation

[mutodaes]

Almulhara tried. He tried.

[softshuji]

yk people talk about how you can't heal in the same place you got hurt in and I believe that entirely. Because truth is, no matter how much internal healing I do, no matter how much I try to change my perspectives or do journaling or work or spend time with friends or do cute hobbies, all the time I have to come back to this house, and yknow something funny? this house is exactly where all the bad things happened in the first place. this house is where everything that still bothers me to this day happened so every day i am always aware that i'm coming back here, and not a single day goes by that I don't think about how much I hate this house. the four walls, the too small rooms, the issues with its structure, the fact that my dad has never fixed it up so me and my siblings are all crammed into this tiny box house like canary birds - the fact tbat my dad throws this same house at us every time we argue because he knows we have nowhere else to go. we have no family, no cousins no relatives and no money, and I don't earn enough to be able to move out just yet, least of all without my siblings. so no you cannot heal in the same place you got hurt, and while i'm living here i'm never going to heal either but where else can I go?

[shallowseeker]

I find Dean mostly endearing during the run of the show, but sometimes I am put off by how you and other Dean fans will twist yourself in knots trying to take up for him when often, it'd just be simpler and more honest to admit when he's wrong about something.

You must be new here.

[twilit-tragedy]

Shoutout to the MDZS donghua for giving Wangxian their secluded home in the middle of nowhere, with a donkey and two bunnies. You dropped this, king 👑

[hirazuki]

Re: Naruto characters I dislike -- under the cut! :)

The thing with Danzo and Tobirama is that, I get it. I might not agree with it, at all, but I get where they're coming from and, honestly, I am very much self-aware enough that, if I had lived through their same experiences, I can't say for sure that I would have done any different. Did they do terrible things? Absolutely. But, again, I can't proclaim with surety that I'd be any better. Like, I can sit here from my current seat and judge them, but experiences color perception and I'm just as susceptible to bias as everyone else is. Who knows what my outlook would be had I lived through the First and/or Second War.

The thing with Rasa and Chiyo is that, there is some resolution. It's definitely too little, too late, especially in Rasa's case, but there is growth and admittance of fault there so that, even if I don't actually like either character, the character development present in the storyline (particularly for Chiyo!) is such that it somewhat cancels my dislike out, leaving me with largely neutral feelings. I did used to have stronger feelings against them, but I suppose it's true that you mellow out with age lmao

The thing with Hiruzen and Hagoromo and Fugaku is that I neither get it, nor is there any character development or admittance/recognition of fault on their part XD

[kayzero]

Quark’s Dreamlike Defibrillation Drabble

You’re sleeping.

Nothing else makes sense.

“Clear.”

Yeah, why else would you feel your heartbeat so clearly? So strong that it’s a little bit painful, beating so heavily that it leaves achey little aftershocks in your chest after every pulse. Thundering and powerful, like you’ve received a shock of lightning from the king of gods himself.

But you only just learned of gods, of Zeus, of Olympus. It was a brand new story from a brand new book—not a super old book from Before, but something totally new. Something made just for you.

It was better than that one book that con artist tried to trick you with—that thing was super old and super thick, yeah, and normally you like that kinda stuff, but only ‘cause you like stories, and people have only barely started writing good stories again, just like people have only started having kids again.

The guy said that it was like a thousand stories in one book, that the book was only falling apart since it was so long and so old, and obviously it was worth a whole bunch just because it was a… it was… an ant-fall-chief…?

“Anthology?”

It was a stupid word, you just started calling it a book-book, ‘cause it was a book full of books, Grandpa said it had full stories instead of chapters!

Grandpa is dead.

…No, he isn’t…

“…”

Yeah… he just got you the best Christmas present ever, just last month. That con artist jerk wanted to sell you the book-book for half of that day’s scavenge, and it was a really really good day of scavenging too! He didn’t even do any work himself, and there wasn’t anything wrong with him either, ‘cause he had to run to catch up with you, and he wasn’t even puffing afterwards, and he had to carry that stupid book with both arms ‘cause that’s how bad it was falling apart.

He just wanted a bunch of your stuff for nothing, nothing but a stupid book that maybe you were a little bit interested in, sure, but you’re not stupid like he musta been, and you told him so and you walked away, pulling your smaller part of the haul while Grandpa pushed his heavier cart behind you.

Grandpa is dead.

It jolts you like a second thunderbolt, it must have gone from your chest up to your brain, because your lungs catch and your nose hurts and your face feels wet. It feels like you’re crying, which reinforces the idea that you’re dreaming, because you were crying on that day too, after you told that con artist off, because you really really did want that book, but you needed supplies more, and your scavenge was so big that Grandpa had to make three trips to trade it all.

You have to be dreaming because he can’t be dead like your brain is trying to tell you, because he wouldn’t leave you alone. Even when you thought you were alone and you it was safe to cry because you really wanted the book full of books, he must have still been there because he knew, and the very next month on Christmas Day he gave you your own story book.

Your book was brand new, made just for you. Every chapter was for a different group of gods from different religions that didn’t worship Brother and Radical-6, and every page had a different god, with their own description and summary and a few fun facts and a list of ‘Myths’, which were all super awesome stories that could be told verbally, so they didn’t take up space and make the book super huge so it would never fall apart.

Every night before bed, you could pick out a new Myth, like how Zeus saved the Olympians and became the King of the Gods, and Grandpa would tell you the story, and it would be the last thing you heard before you fell asleep, which was way better than just reading them.

Grandpa is dead.

The thought thunders through your head, another shock to your system, another bolt from the divide… No…? The defied? Delight? Dim light…?

“Divine...”

Divine. Dih v-eye nn. Godly, or of godlike quality. A new word that you just learned from your new book that you just got for Christmas just last week. Why would you use a new word you only just heard, or think about a king you only just read about, or feel your heart beat way too strong in the wrong part of your chest, direct center of your chest, the middle of your body, perfectly aligned to receive and deliver blood everywhere evenly, except every diagram ever says that it should be somewhere off to the left, between your lung and your ribs.

Painful heartbeat, impossibly centered, painful thoughts, impossibly overpowering.

But anything is possible in a dream.

So you let the distressing thought wash away, dream that it gets pushed down your bloodstream with every beat of your thundering heart, and watch it get smaller and smaller as it slowly disappears, along with the last of your divine tingles.

…You wonder if there are any gods of sleep.

Probably, right?

After you wake up, you’ll look in your book and ask grandpa—

Grandpa is dead.

—when the nightmare is finally gone.

[caterpillarinacave]

Funny thing about liking a fictional character from a certain time period in history, the more you learn about that time period the more feral you become

[randomfoggytiger]

Hoping against hope that DD reads "The House of My Mother: A Daughter's Quest for Freedom" and brings Shari Franke on his podcast to discuss the dangers and horrendous, soulless incentive of family vlogging.

[adustoflove]

Lately, I've been thinking of my cat that passed away a few years ago and the fact that we brought his ashes on the train with us because we knew we'd never see them again if we left them with my parents

[coyoxxtl]

i didnt want to put this in my prev reblogs tags but like

my dad was a us army soldier that went to Iraq, and for a long time i thought he did good over there, or at least tried. like my mom said that he had locals thank him personally for his help. though now i wonder if he’s just, lying about all that. bc not only did he literally Come Back Wrong after his third deployment, over the years he slowly opens up about shit he deliberately never told me, like the time he and a few other soldiers were left for dead by his group, and he only survived because the locals helped him, if im remembering right. however, i wonder how true that all is, or rather does that make up for the other heinous shit he’s responsible for. i remember him telling me passively he tortured a man. so i Know he has skeletons in his closet, i know for a fact there’s shit he will take to his grave.

all those times i prayed for my dad to survive and come back home, was that at the expense of innocent Iraqis? could my dad dying out there saved someone? I’ll never know for sure, but it kinda points to that doesn’t it?

[wrdn-tabris]

am i a ‘mary and warren had another baby to fix their marriage’ truther. maybe so

[yaminerua]

Thinks about Rimmer’s shitty life and how he’s arguably lived more in the years since he died than he ever got to while he was alive and I just want to scream

[nomaishuttle]

update on ME and my life btw. as it turns out i am not having my first ever plane ride next month -_- were gonna do a carride instead Since ill be taking stuff with me u see. but also i dont have rhat nuch.. but im sorr of.relieved bc it means i dont have to update my lciense until i get there :]