#Biggest tragedy ever

[mintandcreme]

Noooooooo, because why do I want to simultaneously watch Love Next Door, & Spy x Family, rewatch ToQger, rewatch Shinkenger, (required to) watch Mouse and My Lovely Liar, read The Blue Castle, finish Caraval and this other random book, AND read my fanfics I’ve been putting off??? Oh, and finally read my Webtoons and catch up with TBHK…

Is this truly the curse of procrastination, or have I gotten rid of my whatever block I had in the summer?

AND TO WRITE OMG TO WRITE…

[scruncheduppaper]

can’t remember if i saved it or not but that one mouthwashing post i saw that said that “curly rehab aus are ableist” is insane and you guys should really think before you post

[twentysidednerd]

the locked tomb series as a whole feels like something the mechanisms would come across and be interested enough to write an album about

like you KNOW one of them would somehow accidentally be ordained as a lyctor or some shit. not because they go through the process but because they’re immortal and have the same healing powers as one. one of them would find a way to meet jod and probably conspire with him (and we know it would probably be ashes). pyrrha would meet one of them on the street and either get into a fistfight or take them out drinking. probably both. poor brian would probably crash land on one of the houses and become some sort of prophet/oracle again. they would encourage so much awful shit and it would be great

this connection was definitely not spurned by mechs content finally finding its way onto my dash again alongside the usual locked tomb stuff i see daily /s

[merrysithmas]

paul "if john was gay i wouldve known he wouldve hit on me!" mccartney

🤝

john "im not GAY but i constantly hit on paul. it doesnt appear to be coming across. that must mean he's straight too" lennon

/youre bad at it and he's bad at it and that's gay love in the oppressive 1960s straight hegemony baby!

[tothepointofinsanity]

what are your thoughts on Madoka and Sayaka's relationship? I always thought it was underrated for how complex and tragic it is.

Madoka and Sayaka's relationship function similarly to that of a knight and a princess, so both their friendship or couple pairing are interesting to me. It seems to be intentional that Sayaka was crafted with a knight motif in mind to click with Madoka's vulnerability. The tragedy is that Sayaka was way too young and inexperienced to be shouldering such expectations in a friendship. Taking up the role of a protector at every turn because she wanted to protect everyone has always been a contributing factor to how fast Sayaka burned out.

Contrarily, Madoka's struggle with her own helplessness throughout the show was also part of the reason why Sayaka said a lot of terrible thing to her, but deeply regretted her actions to the point where she succumbed to Witching out away from Madoka. Madoka, at least in this "final" timeline, was not there to see her own childhood best friend change into something else. To, in a way, "die", and be reborn as the same monster that all magical girls were hunting after in a frenzy. Homura was right that Sayaka brings Madoka grief — it seems that in almost timeline, since Sayaka becomes a Witch as long as she becomes a magical girl unlike Mami or Kyoko, Sayaka is a consistent source of Madoka's grief. Whenever Madoka becomes a magical girl, then, her aspirations are based on Sayaka's sacrifice and ideals, except Madoka actually has the power to "save everyone". I believe Madoka loved Sayaka as Sayaka may not have been an "effective" magical girl, but she was the one who was willing to sacrifice her soul for her ideals, regardless of how naïve they were. To Madoka, who was so ensnared by her sense of uselessness, Sayaka was the closest thing to an idol or a star for the courage required to be a magical girl. Sayaka's desire to make the world a safer and justified place for people was so inspiring to Madoka that even when Madoka becomes Kriemhild Gretchen, the Witch's whole gimmick is "creating heaven on earth, a Witch content only if there is no more grief in existence". A prospect deeply held onto by Madoka that even Gretchen embodies it.

It's probably why Madoka's wish to save all magical girls would definitely sound equally impossible to he audience and the incubators, but Madoka herself says, "If someone says it's wrong to hope, I will tell them that they're wrong every time." Sayaka was often called foolish for her ideals and hopes, and Madoka was the only other person aside from Kyoko who understands Sayaka's struggles so much that she outright tells people that Sayaka was never wrong — this is how Madoka protects Sayaka. Madoka would never want anyone to say any of the magical girls' wishes were wrong or foolish. It was how Sayaka also found her peace at the end of the show: to be understood and not viewed as an object that would eventually be replaced in the cycle of magical girls and Witches.

Madoka and Sayaka eventually learned how to protect each other. Sayaka doesn't need to suffer from her own overbearing expectations anymore, and Madoka can finally be something even more to protect her angel: A God.

[nishikiyamayuko]

Reddit guys often act like Post-Evilification Nishiki is some kind of independent masculine icon compared to the way he was in Yakuza: 0 but the truth is that Patriarch Nishiki is. Lmao. He is infinitely more fragile and pathetic than he ever was in the eighties. All the energy he puts into concealing his weaknesses is subtracted from his ability to control them - which makes him a good leader for a gang of brutal thugs, but as a private person it strips him of all his strengths, and what’s left is neurotic and bloodthirsty and unstable and 100% charmless when parlaying with others on equal footing instead of barking orders at men who are terrified of him. He’s much wealthier while simultaneously being down at least fifteen percent in body fat, all his features razor-sharp, almost like he’s starving. He tries to convince people he’s on top of everything but you just know he isn’t getting any sleep. He’s a blatant contradiction, so desperate to inject a sense of value into the power he’s chasing but so uninterested in denying just how ragingly miserable the pursuit is making him. When Yumi reminds him he won’t be happy even if he has the money, he freaks out and demands that she acknowledge what he’s “achieved” - it’s about his worth, not his happiness, and the latter is an afterthought without the foundation of the former. He’s never been more dangerous or more hard to love and it’s eating him, wearing him away, all the people who once held him up transformed into names on a list of his failures. I am shoving him in a washing machine and turning on the spin cycle as we speak.

[marsamoo]

It wasn’t fair.

It was an accident, and it was painful and embarrassing and terrifying and horrible and stupid, but it was mine.

It is mine.

It’s mine, and I am going to cherish it.

Don’t take my death from me.

[real-reulbbr-band]

oh btw since I finished school my senior prank was telling the kids in the musical theater department that next years show was cats and that we discussed it with the heads and the way they all believed it (atleast the ones that were told) was kwskkddkke

[let-love-run-red]

Hubs: was it love at first sight when you saw me?

Me: hm, not love, not at first. But I was curious

Hubs: I think love at first sight is silly. Do you love me now that you know me?

Me: yes I love you, very much. Do you love me?

Hubs: I love you, in a way I haven't loved anyone before

[queen-hastur]

i just woke up from a nap where i had a dream that i befriended a baby lobster and he became my son

i miss him

i miss my lobster son :(

he gently held my finger with his claw (he was very small) and swam around my head and he was very polite and :((

[rylliejay]

If in media nobody stays dead, what do you learn from that?

If pain and suffering and death in media is supposed to provide for us a safe place to process these events and emotions through the distance of fiction, what do we learn from constant resurrection?

Nothing.

You don't learn how to grieve. You don't learn how to accept. You don't learn how to cope and move on. You don't learn principles that carry outwards. You gain no tools to use when tragedy strikes your real life.

Death is important. If death doesn't hold weight, then neither does life. They both have to be sacred, in balance with each other. This is how we get people who are so disconnected from death and pain and violence that they can't comprehend their store bought chicken was ever alive. People who run and hide and meltdown every time anything uncomfortable happens. Because they were never taught how to confront the inevitable and walk through it.

[widevibratobitch]

do you ever just cry because. Mozart ensembles.

[goldenkid]

ok now that wild blue yonder was actually good i can be honest and say i didn't like the star beast

[dykefever]

getting further away from ridi now . crops are probably dying btw

[tiredassmage]

when the deed was done

Well, ask and ye shall receive @captainderyn xD Relevant to interests, the all of 5 minute goodbye Cipher Nine should have gotten with their best Watcher-turned-Keeper. And yet it still hurts, its still bittersweet, there’s never enough time - let along a good time - for them. </3 I warn for nothing except that they needed more hugs and I might need more tissues. ;_;

And if anyone asks, I hate timelines. Send help. xD

Intelligence dismantled. The Star Cabal crumbling. It’s time to say goodbye.

“Keeper.”

She turned around, a smile already reaching across her lips before her brilliant brown eyes had even landed on him. The familiar brush of eye shadow wasn’t enough to hide the darkness around them from him, but then they’d both looked a hell of a lot better than this.

Whatever greeting she was going to return was lost as Nine quickly covered the few final feet between them and she was enveloped against his chest, carefully cradled in his arms gripping around her as tight as they could without hurting her - as if he was somewhere between cautiously terrified she’d vanish if he didn’t hold her down and worried that any further pressure might break her where she stood.

Shara smiled as she buried her face against his chest and allowed her fingers to twist into his jacket. “Well, it’s good to see you, too, Cipher Nine.”

One hand carded carefully through her hair. His breaths were stuttered and measured. Shara nestled against him a bit more and simply waited.

“I couldn’t very well leave without saying goodbye to my Keeper, could I?” Slowly, he extricated himself from the embrace, drawing back to gently frame her face.

“I’m not that fragile, Cipher,” she said, gently brushing her fingers over his knuckles. The marks of Corellia had faded - no doubt Doctor Lokin's insistence paying off. He'd been restless during their final preparations.

Twice in a matter of weeks had she sent him into the fires, then. Time really should have only made it easier.

She didn’t have qualms with mission parameters. It wasn’t a part of her programming - who she was, and surely she had suggested worse than potentially sacrificing a single officer to avert a galaxy consuming war. And there had certainly been enough pressure, given the circumstances. Loathe as she was to admit it, her recovery was taking its toll and was slower than she would have liked.

It’s what she’d tried to tell herself, anyway. But this was Nine. Her Cipher Nine.

Concern deepened the knit of his brow. “Are you alright?” His eyes narrowed. “And don’t give me any of that scripted nonsense. I know you’re capable, Keeper. But I-”

She allowed him to see a tired smile, tapping a finger lightly against his lips to silence him. “I’ll manage, Nine,” she said. “I’ll just need time.”

“Of course.” A faint breath left him that might have been a chuckle, had it been given more space. “I won’t take too much. Minister says I need to get out of here. Back to work, I’m sure.”

“As will we all.” Shara breathed a quiet sigh, letting her gaze drop with his. A free hand toyed lightly with the neck of his jacket, feigning at straightening it. It’d look different for all of them. Even she found herself hard pressed to imagine just how, exactly, the future was going to look without Intelligence. They’d seen their better days.

It was hard to imagine it’d only been some three years ago that the Minister had properly introduced her to her latest agent - even harder to picture her doubts of him at the time, not that they’d ever been personal, exactly.

But here he was, despite it all.

“We’ll see each other again.”

She smiled weakly. “You’ll be fine,” she said. She patted a hand against his chest and looked back up, catching those pale gray eyes one more time. “You’ve always been a resourceful one, Cipher Nine.”

“Shara-”

She shook her head and pressed a finger over his lips again. It was something, wasn’t it? To see him so earnest before her - a strain across his brow over widened crystal eyes she’d seen so swiftly deceive so many times. It’d be easy to say she’d lost count of the hours she’d spent monitoring his work, guarding his every movement, though it’d almost certainly be a lie.

That was okay, though. It was a part of them. Always had been. Probably always would be.

But she could not let him break their one shared silence. Not like this. Not at such an uncertain end.

“You’ve done enough, Tyr. I promise.”

His eyes searched hers for a moment longer before they dropped to the thumb he caressed along her jaw. It was better this way. Whatever happened next, she doubted the Empire was finished with either of them. This way, at least, there wasn’t anything to hold them back.

They’d sold worse lies before.

“You should go,” she said. “But-” She tucked a few fingers under his chin.

And he understood the rest. He ducked to linger in a slow kiss, trailing after her, along her lips like a slow rain on the windows back on Dromund Kaas. For only a minute longer, they chased the few elusive nights that had grounded the last three years.

And all too soon, time was up yet again.

“Take care of yourself, Shara. Please. For me?” He framed her face gently one final time, eyes closed as his forehead rested against hers.

“Stay alive.” She pushed against his chest, coaxing him to step away. “The job’s not finished, Cipher.”

“It never is, is it?” A faint smile flickered across his lips before Cipher Nine gave her a final salute. “I’ll damn well try just about anything for you, Keeper.”

“See that you do. Dismissed, agent.”

[devilatelier]

You dont understand that goku food truck makes the most delicious burgers and fries i have ever consumed. nothing even comes close.