#A lot of thoughts

[random-dragon-exe]

Ok but like, I like to imagine/headcannon that despite being such a hero, Mario feels a a lot of pressure from his role.

Like the guy is always seen as the solution whenever someone or something is a threat to the Mushroom Kingdom.

I mean, he's been through so much, which includes going through the galaxies (technically twice) and having his own brother turned against him into the harbinger of the apocalypse.

So how could he not, when knowing that he's their hope? When in his mind and literally, the Kingdom depends on him.

Think of it kinda like Luisa from Encanto with her pressure.

Now put that onto Mario.

He just doesn't want to let anyone down or be seen as a failure. Because not only would he fail, his failure/letting them down would lead to his loved ones to get hurt.

So he just pushes through it, and does his best to hide how he's really feeling. Because if he doesn't, it'll be a sign of weakness. And he doesn't want them to see him be weak, he's supposed to be their strong hero.

To add to this, I also like to think that he feels guilty that he's gotten captured (three but technically 4) times by King Boo.

He doesn't want to be a burden to Luigi, so whenever he encounters King Boo or a swarm of boos, he's determined to fight back and thinks he can do it, only to be proven wrong (again and again) when he gets placed in a painting.

Mario probably gets frustrated at himself for not being able to defeat them in the same way he can easily defeat other enemies he's ran into.

Although he probably doesn't want to admit it. All of it. He doesn't want Luigi to get worried for him.

[ilovespring26]

“I know what you did.”

You’re laying on Satoru’s chest, not doing anything in particular, while he’s on his phone scrolling away.

He puts his phone down on the coffee table thats beside the couch. His hands slowly reach for your hips griping them ever so gently and looks at you with those ocean colored eyes of his.

“And what did I do?” His voice normal, almost too normal.

“You know what you did Satoru.” You’re trying your hardest to not burst out laughing, but thankfully you’re able to keep a stern look on your face.

“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about y/n.” It was swift, but you could sense the slight guilt in his voice.

“So you don’t know what you did?” You ask, being persistent. How you love doing trends you saw on TikTok with him, especially the ones where you get to confuse him.

“I-, no, I don’t know what I did.” His breath hitched and his voice, laced with guilt.

He is dangerously suspicious, is he really hiding something from me? This was supposed to be a fun TikTok trend, but what if it becomes something more? What could he possibly be hiding from me?

Your thoughts ran wild, thinking about what he could possibly be keeping from you. Could he maybe be….cheating on me..?

Your heartbeat got faster, your throat ran dry and you hated the thought that Satoru could maybe be cheating on you.

He noticed immediately, looking at you, waiting for you to answer him or at least say something.

“Y/n? Honey? Are you okay?”

You look up at him, tears starting to form in your eyes. “Satoru…are you cheating on me..?”

He froze, his eyes widening and his grip on your hips tightening. “What? No, sweetheart what are you saying of course not!” His voice filled with concern.

You grip his shirt tightly. “Then what are you hiding from me Satoru?” Your voice breaking, and your breathing becoming uneven. “Tell me, what are you hiding?” You felt a warm tear escape your eye.

“Y/n, love. I swear it’s not something big, I just didn’t feel the need to mention it, umm, kinda afraid of you getting a bit mad at me..” he slowly but surely reaches one of his hands that was previously on your hip, up to your cheek to wipe away the tear.

You could hear it in his voice that he really means it, so you decided to trust him. “Then what is it Satoru? You scared me to death, I really thought you cheated on me or something!”

The corners of his lips curl up into a smile, a reassuring one. A smile that you love and hope to see everyday. “ m’sorry my love, didn’t mean to scare you like that. But I umm..may or may not have eaten the last piece of the cake you made the other day”

You finally exhaled, not even being aware of the fact that you were holding your breath in the first place. You were so happy. Ecstatic that what he was hiding from you was such a small thing as eating the last piece of a cake. You felt reassured, reassured that he didn’t cheat on you or come to something close.

“Satoru Gojo. I’m going to kill you. I was saving the last piece for tonight!!” You look at him with a soft look, not even having the heart to get angry at him.

“Hey look, I’m really sorry. How about I bake tomorrow?” He kisses your temple right after saying those words.

“Satoru you can’t bake for shit, I’m not trusting you with the kitchen. You might blow up the house.” You give him a smile, a warm one.

You both laugh at what you said, knowing that it’s completely true as Satoru is not especially skilled when it came to baking or making food.

“Fine, but you didn’t have to put it like that! How about this, you bake and I do the dishes?”

“Sounds like a plan.” You suddenly feel his warm hands cup your jaw and lean in to kiss your soft lips, and you meet him halfway. Instantly melting into the kiss.

He pulls away to look at your eyes some more before saying, “I love you, and I always will.”

You reply with a low, “I love you too” your voice barely a nice a whisper.

You guys lay there, you on his chest, listening to each others heartbeat while he runs his hand through your soft hair.

After a while you guys fall asleep on top of each other, both knowing that your guys love each other with every ounce of your bodies.

AHHH first post, super nervous and excited!! Sorry for any grammar mistakes or errors!! Hope y’all like this, will make more if y’all want more fics!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[notsochillnerd]

it's lowkey heartbreaking to hear MC saying things like 'wait until I tell Sebastian about this' after defeating ashwinders and stuff, and then have him be an absolute ahole and completely self-absorbed in almost every quest :')

[nikidontsurf]

THE BEATLES in Rishikesh, India 1968

[astarions-wife]

Finding it very interesting how no matter what, unless Astarion actually completed Ascension, Cazador dies by his own blade.

-Astarion will stab him with it in the non-ascension route, in the cutscene I’m sure we’ve all seen by now.

-The tav will stab him with it as he lays in his coffin, assuming Astarion isn’t there to do it.

-If you choose to stop Astarion in the middle of the ritual, the tav will run up, grab the blade from the floor, and throw it at Cazador—killing him instantly, thereby preventing the ritual from completing.

-Likewise, in the route of Astarion ascending, this is the blade he uses to carve the contract onto Cazador’s back. Thus even if the tav doesn’t stab him here, the blade has still largely contributed to his death.

His own blade is always used to end his life, effectively. Considering this is Cazador’s blade, it’s very likely that this is the one he used when carving those marks onto Astarion’s back all those years ago. I just find it fascinating that it’s his blade that ends his life in every scenario, and there’s pretty much no option to kill him otherwise. It’s very symbolic, and I imagine very cathartic for Astarion, and all his siblings subsequently.

[silverskye13]

So i had a thought while writing my comment for the latest chapter.

Is the fight between Red and Helsknight going to be the end of the fic? Is Martyn going to listen to Tanguish and then tell the Knight that it's his squires fault for why his blood is on the sand?

How would Red react, how would any of them react, if they killed the Champion of Hels?

Maybe Tanguish tries to bring him back, thus fully becoming a saint in his own right and separating from his hermit completely. Maybe he becomes a saint of protection and facing your fears and learning remora behavior?

Anyways really love the fic and the little side chapters we get!

🎤

[vampmoneys]

thinking about “my friend died…I was hoping somebody would try to hurt me, so I could kill them”…and…and just…grief manifesting as anger…the inescapability of it…you can run but it will always find you…sometimes in the darkest of ways…and just…and…

[norriszn]

guys... he's such an unreliable narrator... i hate his SILLY ass like frrrrrr (no i don't)... i just found out smth TERRIBLE and by terrible i mean AWESOME jfc... another Big Post is coming tmrw... The Nortrell Primer can wait another week... these two ffs... i'm gonna go to shshshsmimimizzz and ignore what i just have found for like 5hrs...

[panpanix]

I finally got to episode where a bunch of people went inside Rae’s mind and I both think it’s perfect and had the opportunity to be way angstier, like when Caspian was saying this isn’t fair the Rae that shows up a lot could’ve idk snapped? And ranted about how nothing was fair. But tbh this is just my opinion and also what fanfiction is for.

That episode gave be so much brain rot to a brain I didn’t know had lmao

[rocketrouquine]

So I watched the 2 last episodes of Loki (including the finale) and well I have thoughts.

All in all, except for the beginning and the last two episodes, I really thought it was not as good as the first one. (Probably because Majors as Timely was excruciating, I hate when actors are trying stuff like this, it feels forced, it doesn’t work, I wanted to punch him every time he was opening his mouth) BUT …lokius. Yeah let’s talk about it.

It’s crazy to me how in the first season I was all for sylki because I thought their relationship and feelings were really well done and realised (whereas I saw what the mobius shippers saw but thought that it wasn’t really there there) BUT in the second season, I felt absolutely nothing between Loki and Sylvie. There was no more chemistry at all (it was like it never existed in the first place, it was bizarre) and even the actress playing Sylvie played it like a sibling or a good friend kind of fed up, just want to be left alone, not missing him for a second. And Loki pining for her but like a nerd is pining for a cheerleader in a bad teen movie (like boy, you’re not obligated to love her, you know), like you don’t even understand why except for the fact that it was here (emphasis on the was)

NOW Mobius and Loki in the second season ??? BAM 💥 Like sheesh everything : chemistry, banter, touch, exchanged looks,protectiveness, an ease like they are really soulmates. You could feel it all in every single one of their exchanges, it really was like watching a romcom where the protagonist fails to see what is in front of him and I was getting frustrated each time he was going all misty eyes for her, I was like « come on man let her go, we don’t fucking care about her anymore !! » Then, the finale…. The scene with Loki coming to see Don at his place with all the tension of a « is he here for this or ? What should I do? » gay panic, with Loki fucking putting his hair back and taking a breath before going to see him, like WHAT ?! That’s not what a friend does before seeing one other !!! You know what you are doing, so commit for fuck’s sake. But well… then they did (sort of) with the end of the finale. And it gutted me.

The moment with Sylvie and Mobius looking at him through the window… we know you put her there because it would have been impossible to brush it off if it was just Mobius juxtaposed with Loki’s « for you » but we know. I mean the last exchange with Sylvie at Don’s place before Mobius is saying « let time pass » (gu-tted I tell you). You can see that Sylvie is like « whatever » and Mobius is devastated. Also the shot of him in the dialogue was just all Loki’s colors green and yellow (hers was in a normal sunlight, his backlit) That is not an accident, to have these colors you have to plan it the day of the shoot and enhance it in color grading during post. This was a choice.

Anyway, I am not a sylki shipper anymore (and I even question why I ever was, after seeing the second season : I’ll probably cut myself some slack if I do a rewatch of season 1 because it was well executed at the time) and I’m diving in the pits of despair of Lokius. These fuckers.

[eeliyos]

Contradiction

You long to be known, yet hide away

You try for mysteriousness, yet overshare

Are you even worthy of their praise?

Are you even what they claim?

You are proud and shamed and fake

You are your truest self

You laugh, you smile, you play your part

You scream, you cry, you break down

The distance, the dissonance

They'll never know what you are inside

You wish your words won't fail you this time

Yet, no words ever come to mind

Could they have known?

Were there any signs?

Could you have been prepared?

Or has your time passed?

You hold your head high

Once you fly, you cannot go back

You can't back down

You won't kneel and bow

Yet fear slithers down your spine

Its cold scales rake your back

How could you ever explain,

Just what you are?

[sickofthistoxicshit]

Also, as a sidenote to this, I find it sinful that we have yet to see Eddie dance.

He has told Hen that he is a good dancer, let him dance!

Also, it would have helped to sell either one of Eddie's relationships if we saw him actually having fun with a date.

Like in Station 19, I wasn't on board with Sullivan and Andy until I saw them do this,

Just having fun with each other.

But all we were shown from excellent dancer Eddie was this

And this...

And that 👀

I mean...

[brainddeadd]

I feel deranged

[aparticularbandit]

honestly, i don't think sayori submitted that new poem to monika.

i think that's completely out of character for sayori to submit it. to write it, less so, but to submit it into a public forum where so many of those people would read it? from a character who has been hiding her depression for who knows how long because she didn't want anyone to worry?

sayori would not have submitted that poem.

monika put that poem there.

and like - this is one of my things with the common interpretation of monika killing sayori, but like. she did not. she did not want that. i don't think you can read any of her actions and think she wanted any of that.

but monika expects the player to check on sayori. monika berates the player for not checking on sayori. (i'm not sure how much monika understands about what choices the player has and does not have at this point.) monika literally makes the player go back to check on sayori by putting that poem in there.

the player never has a choice either. whether to go check on sayori or not.

and monika changes the narrative and sends the player back by putting in a poem that sayori would never have submitted.

[untilyouremember]

Basara

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[justcrossedmymind]

As it stands in March 2025, Musk has more business failings than successes, has perpetrated immigration fraud, has failed to attend even the first day of his grad school program, has lied about his father’s profession (stated he owned a diamond mine, which is not true), has had 14 children with at least 4 different partners, has disowned a child from whom he is already estranged, and has stated he has to make “a legion of children.”

That legion of children thing… Is that why he gives them numbers instead of names? (Ever read Zamyatin’s “We?” It’s dystopian to say the least.) Is he appealing to the Mormons? But, oh, yeah, they frown upon adultery.

Is he insinuating he wants to populate a ruling class made of individuals who are the products of incest? Ever heard of King Tut? (Sorry, the anthropology freak in me is going berserk.) Contrary to popular belief, he was not a great leader who tragically died following a scuffle with a cobra. He had physical and intellectual disabilities inherited from a family tree rife with incest, which made him a highly ineffective ruler (and he actually ruled for fewer than 5 years; though he was named Pharaoh at 9, his mother ruled for him until he reached adulthood). His only major political move was to incite conflict with neighboring kingdoms in an attempt to “make Egypt great again.” He passed away at age 19 after an incident in which he was struck by a chariot. He was buried alongside his own highly modified chariot; it is the ancient equivalent to today’s adaptive standers and scooter wheelchairs. It’s documented in numerous texts and images that he had deformities of the feet and was always seated for public appearances. Between his military crusades, he tried enthusiastically to produce an heir. It didn’t work out so well, since his wife was his full blood sister. The attempts brought 2 stillborn daughters who were also interred with their father.

To put it scientifically, inbreeding leads to the perpetration of the inheritance of mutated genes, which show up as health difficulties in the phenotype. The more closely related the parents, higher the possibility they have the same genetic mutations, which leads to greater the risk of the child inheriting more numerous and more serious health difficulties. In a nobility or governmental circumstance, each heir from the inbred family will very likely be less healthy, less intelligent, and have a shorter lifespan than the previous ruling family member.

Do you know how many past political establishments have come to ruin due to “keeping it in the family?” It’s not just Egypt. Think about Rome. The Tudors. The Romanovs. The list goes on.

This is where America is headed.

Is that what we want? To weaken America as a “global power?” We’ll get kicked out of the UN for pure stupidity. Can Europe please re-colonize this country? Can the states secede from the union?

I don’t want any part of this. I’m mortified to be an American. Horrified. Disgusted. Fuck you, Lee Greenwood. Fuck you very much.