#I AM SO MAD IM CRYING

[imnobodysbaby]

that can't be it. srsly?!?!?! but no, yes i am MAD that we didn't get to see Sylki kiss but i am even more madder that we didn't even got the chance to hear out how Sylvie feels, BECAUSE SHE FEELS A LOT AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE! WHY?

Just the way she looks at Loki when she found out that Loki had the choice to kill her and the universe will be saved, but he didn't. CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE HOW SHE FELT WHEN SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT?

When Loki goes out to the Loom, we can see how Sylvie is frantic and says "I need to get out there" so she can be with him, but she can't and all she can do is watch, not even knowing what will happen to him. YOU CAN SEE ALL THE CARE AND LOVE IN HER EYES

this one shot of everyone being just silhouettes and we can see the light center at her only for a while but we can clearly see the look on her face. her hand on her mouth just shows how fckng worried she is

also THIS

WE CAN SEE THAT SYLVIE UNDERSTANDS. SHE KNOWS THAT LOKI KNOWS WHAT SHE WANTS. AND THAT IS TO HAVE A NORMAL LIFE. SHE CAN SEE WHAT LOKI IS ABOUT TO DO, SHE UNDERSTANDS THAT HE’S DOING THIS FOR HER (for all of them ofc) AND WHY SHE SAID, “He’s giving us a chance”. WE CAN CLEARLY SEE THE HURT IN HER EYES!!!

“for you” (FCK I AM WRECKED 😭😭😭)

SERIOUSLY, I'M PRETTY SURE A LOT OF THINGS ARE GOING ON IN HER MIND. THEY DIDN'T EVEN GET THE CHANCE TO TALK!!! AND WHY DIDN'T WE GET MORE OF SYLVIE'S SIDE IN THIS MATTER?!

Sylvie is new to this kind of feelings, that's why it's hard for her to let it out, BUT WE CAN CLEARLY SEE THAT SHE DOES CARE FOR HIM SO MUCH AND I HATE IT SO MUCH THAT THEY DIDN'T EVEN LET HER EXPLORE IT OUT MORE.

SYLVIE IS LITERALLY THE HEART OF THE WHOLE SERIES. Everything Loki does boils down to her/for her (and ofc for his newfound friends and family) and to think everything started because of her and we didn't even get a chance to see what she'll do now. YOU ALSO CANNOT TELL ME THAT SHE WILL JUST LIVE ON WITH HER LIFE AND NOT THINK OF LOKI BECAUSE SHE WILL OKAY?! SHE CAN GO AFTER HIM IF SHE WANTS (she still have He Who Remains tempad bracelet thingy soooo)

ALSO LAST THING I am also MAD that we finally see how Loki is when he falls in love that he literally sacrifices EVERYTHING, GOES OUT OF HIS WAY, GOES BACK TO HIS VILLANOUS HABIT JUST TO FIND HER AND IT ALL ENDS UP LIKE THAT?!?!??! I WILL NOT ACCEPT IT!

[neitherofusideal]

C2E2 Convention - April 27, 2024

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[3/3] Mads & Hugh Hannibal 2024 Reunion Panel 🥳

Up next: RDC 6 on August but Hugh won't be coming there :( Hoping there would still be a next time with these two 🥹

[mossycakes]

i thibk hannibal is what youd get if you mixed lestat and armand. on a surface level, hannibal fits the three B's: bisexual blonde bitch. he has a fondness for the opera, a hatred for the impolite, european, charming, and of course loved abigail and will completely and with his whole self, even if it didnt immediately appear that way or wasnt reciprocated. on the other hand, his evil js very seductive, he pursuades people to kill in a real loving and gentle way, in the same way that armand convinced daniel in s2ep5 to accept his death, they are both master manipulators and gaslighters, like when hannibal convinced will he was hallucinating gideon, and i cant stop thinking about the similarities between the hannigram fall at the end of s3 and armand throwing lestat from the tower at the end of tvl.

[shininghero-cantstoptwinkling]

IT HAPPENED WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

tbh i feel like they couldve done it better but at the same time idc CRUMBS ARE CRUMBS

[mordremrose]

ART PARTY BABEY HAPPY PRIDE

Enjoy ur bees, give magic swords to little girls and baked beans to slublings— and be wary of rogue noodles

EU doodles: my own Mehndra, Hey Barbie, Tai of the Order and their cursed snack choices, the never ending bench, Strongessst, Necrotechnician Fip, Soft Skunk, Ruárn and Lux Pyrefaith

NA doodles: Khynain (ft a very tiny goofy version of my lad Draikôs) Wet Gunk, Harley Vuong, Tine of Nice Dreams, Kimber Truthspeaker, Zuutes and Master Dokks

As always, if you would like to be tagged with your toon, please let me know!! Otherwise, enjoy ur mischief

[mueritos]

a big brain dump about autism, life, being indigenous, and whatever else is going on

so the past few months I made it a personal journey to understand my autism more (and maybe a possible ptsd diagnosis but whatever whatever whatever). and that's what i'm calling it--the autism--because no other thing makes sense for me, and while i'm parsing through childhood memories and experiences, it's definitely...a bittersweet conclusion? bitter because in a lot of ways, i dont relate to the stereotypical autistic experience because every autistic person who has clocked me was usually a White Queer. It's probably why it's taken so long to get to this point of concluding Autism is what it is. I grew up in an immigrant family as a girl, and for that reason I was expected to not be disabled and to be a completely normal and high achieving Mexican catholic girl who went to college and became a doctor or whatever. Now i'm a fag of a man doing none of those things haha.

My older brother was supposed to be assessed for ASD in his youth, and like most immigrant dads, mine decided that nothing was wrong with him and the rest is history. Except my older brother is a man riddled with childhood trauma, shame, and so much autism. Absolutely uncharted rates of autism, and while he gets some sort of pity from my parents for him ("it's all out fault" "he never got the help he needed" "cut him some slack he doesnt understand"), I can never let my own parents know about how much I struggle. Hell, I can barely show it to my own friends because even they don't understand the extent of my autistic struggles. it's actually caused continuous miscommunications, people mad at me, me mad at myself, meltdowns, shutdowns, and a lot of crying. And shame. (a peer recently even demeaned my habit of keeping to myself, despite the fact that I had actually been trying to put myself out there more)

so i'm at a point in my life where I've accepted that I can only take responsibility over how I communicate, and I take ownership over that. Accepting this responsibility allows me to keep myself safe, as I've essentially lived over 2 decades of my life feeling like I was responsible for not just my communication, but everyone else's, including all of the judgements, missed cues, failures, miscommunications, and whatever else came from it. It's definitely double empathy. Last time I truly took on everyone's communication, it nearly killed me (cue over a year of suicidality). But, in a lot of ways it's very freeing. I'm sort of detaching myself from this neurotypical/White need to socially interact with others on their terms. In other ways, it's restricting. I uh. Don't really talk to a lot of people nowadays, and there used to be days where I wouldn't say a single word out loud. But because I don't talk to as many people, I'm able to put energy into the quality of my connections and not just the quantity. Which unfortunately a lot of people take personally. They dont like you admitting that you only see them as an acquittance, or as a classmate, or something like a friend but not quite there. I find comfort knowing how people feel about me, even if its that they actually dont feel close to me. Great! Now I know! Knowing makes me feel safe! But I'm finding that people actually really fucking hate when you admit that to them, the how you actually slot them in ur brain in terms of social levels. I can understand why, but I also don't get it.

Another thing that's helped is I've changed how I do eye contact. I used to make eye contact with professors or classmates while I spoke up in class because I thought that was important. Now I've found I can actually focus more on what I'm trying to say when I don't make eye contact. My god how freeing that has been. I don't have the same anxiety as I used to before, nor do I experience all of the involuntary blushing as I did for many years of my life. It didn't matter how confident or how prepared I felt, I would just blush furiously and I fucking hate it. Now my blushing is almost nonexistent, and I say what I mean with the flat ass tone that I love speaking in because it makes me feel safe. Sure, I miss the real-time non-verbal reactions to my words in class, but it's an okay trade-off for feeling more safe in myself and more confident in the classroom.

another thing is my internship. I work with majority neurodivergent students, and many of my clients have autism, adhd, or both, and are sometimes BIPOC, trans, or children of immigrants. Man, I've been having a blast. Sure, I'm learning how to be a therapist and best practices, but screw everyone in my life who has called me "cold" "emotionless" or "heartless". I have connected with so many people on such a human level, and I have sat there and helped them hold their pain in that tiny gay office for 45 minutes every week, and even though it's only 45 minutes, i'm showing them that they're allowed to ask for help holding that pain. I have had challenging sessions, difficult conversations, and times where I wasn't sure I would know what to say. But at it's core, I know that I'm capable of connecting with the person in front of me because my autism brain is automatically in tune with the person in front of me. It is so wonderful, and overwhelming, and so confusing all at once. When people start crying in front of me, I feel tears well up in my eyes, even if I'm not actually sad with them. It shows me that I'm capable of this empathy that so many people over my life have questioned, which they questioned all because I processed things slowly, or made quick decisions, or because I was honest about how I felt.

on to being mixed indigenous. Phew. I've been trying to build more connections with other Native folk, and I have a couple who I can thankfully call friends and who have never disrespected my detribalized experience. but recently I was interviewed a few times for a fellow indigenous researcher's dissertation, and I did not expect to be chosen on account that I am detribalized. But it had been a lovely experience and I finished my final interview today. It really left me with a lot of emotions that are hard to put into words. Mourning would be one of them, as I likely won't ever know what my tribal affiliation is. Never knowing who my people were, what language they spoke, the land they lived on...I can't describe just how much it destroys me. It feels like literal death, because that's what it is. A disgusting colonial death. And it's why I abhor that of all my identities, being autistic and being mixed indigenous has been met with the most vitriol online. like i guess people can only handle the trans fag mexican dude when hes not autistic and mixed indigenous, because now I am far too ambigious for anyone else's good. though i do know better than to listen to what random people online have to say about me and my path toward reconnection/neurodivergency.

beside's that, i'm trying to find neurodivergent spaces that feel safe, and I'm trying to find ways to keep myself safe. stimming, carrying stuffed animals around, using fidget toys, engaging in my interests, listening to the same songs, eating the same foods. I've had coffee with bagel and chive+onion cream cheese for over a year now. I've listening to almost only Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains for nearly a year now. I rewatch the same youtube videos over and over again. I wear the same few outfits. I wear the same shoes everyday. I walk the same way to and from campus everyday. I try to be in nature as much as I can, and really see it. I imagine nature where it isn't, and I get emotional thinking about the life that used to be on it. I wish so badly that I was a cat, a horse, a bunny, a deer, all so I could experience life through their eyes. i'm putting trust into people, into the universe, and into myself. safety is hard to come by, but im doing my best to accept the risks of life, trying to be flexible, and learn how to sustain myself for the good of the world. I deserve to be here too.

that's about it. besides that, i'm moving to philly once i'm done with grad school ^-^

[remvamp]

guess who finally read schoolbus graveyard!!

[oceanwithouthermoon]

yeah im very adamant on calling people out when theyre being shitty. yeah im very sensitive and will get really sad when people get mad at me for it. so what

[collinnmckinley]

So fucking sick right now... Gambit is dead. Nothing will make anyone play this game mode anymore.

This makes me so angry and emotional... i just can't anymore with this game... the one thing that got me to play the game, which is Gambit, is being buried... no rewards, no effort, no support, no nothing. They're returning one of the old maps, that they removed with beyond light might i add, with the already existing annoying type of enemies (shadow legion, fuck them bitches).

I still had some hope that they'll do something for the game mode, just a little bit of hopium, now even that is gone. I fuckin hate bungie so much right now.

Someone put it right;

Yeah, this is basically it;

[yourwitchjay]

"I need him carnally" I saw, looking at the (CHARACTER VERSON) of a minecraft youtuber

[nixotinix]

guess who made another quiz instead of sleeping ahaha

this time its a trivia quiz uhhh take it if u want idc

[here-there-everyfuckenwhere]

I saw this post the other day that said something about how back in The Day, most sitcoms were about a group of friends or a family, and very little was ever said about their jobs and what they do for a living. And now all sitcoms are set in a workplace and very little is said about people’s lives outside of work and I just wanna say; Ever since I read that post, I have been ripping my hair out.

Because like. Yeah. That’s basically it, isn’t it? In the 80s and 90s it was all about hanging out with your friends at the coffee house or spending time with your family after work and on the weekends, and that was the most important thing in these characters lives, and now it’s just. Work. Friends outside of work? Don’t exist. Family outside of work? Don’t matter. “Workplace romances” is such an overused trope nowadays because these characters don’t meet anyone outside of work. And it’s never really fulfilling work, either. Normally it’s an office or someplace where people wish they were doing something else.

Kicking, screaming, biting ect ect.

[aromanticannibal]

Izuku is to Kacchako what Todoroki is to Bakudeku what Denki is to Momojirou

so true anon

[gio-goose]

GODDAMMIT

[cherry-bomb-ships]

GUYS???? GUYS???????? ALIEN ISOLATION IS GETTING A SEQUEL?!?!?!?! MY FAVORITE HORROR GAME AND ONE OF MY TOP 5 FAVORITE GAMES EVERRRR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

[princessmo]

big fuck you to the two cunts who sniped the class presentation spots for the 400 blows i know you don’t even care about antoine like i do