#and i have nothing to blame it on either

[violet-phoenix-nebula]

I had the time of my life

Fighting dragons

With you

Nobody ask me why I did this (because I have no fucking idea either)

[cubbihue]

What does Timmy think of his little brother Peri growing up to have a neurotic personality?

Peri's always had severe anxiety. It sorta comes with being the first baby born in a 1000 years and constantly being kidnapped by everyone around you.

Timmy's just glad Peri grew up to be more confident in himself, and more assertive.

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[gingerswagfreckles]

Not really loving how my post about the left's love affair with eugenics and blood and soil ideology framed as "decolonization" got coopted into another "wait it's all Christianity??" "It always has been" post." Y'all are sticking your heads in the sand if you think this is a problem with "cultural Christianity." This is the exact same pattern we saw play out in the 1979 Iranian revolution and much of this ideology was coopted from the Nazis by the Soviets and reframed as progressive. This is not an issue with Western "cultural Christianity" and it would be great if Jumblr could stop engaging in the same "there's actually one secret root cause of every problem in the world and if we get rid of it we will have utopia" thing that antisemites have been using against Jews for 2000 years.

[mythalism]

hmmm. thinking about how veilguard seems to subscribe more to the more traditional "video game as personal power fulfillment fantasy of heroism" than any other dragon age game, except perhaps origins, though origins does it more artfully.

[starbuck]

sometimes there are situations where it is equally strange to blame a character for something OR to act like they were just a helpless victim. my kingdom for a nuanced take.

[angerydome]

I told a friend to keep an eye on their banks/cards because people are getting caught up in that recent data breach, and their response was,

“This is all capitalism’s fault.”

And I … err … is it??

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

[dimonds456]

Gonna say something controversial.

Ford Pines is a nuanced character who is neither good nor bad. Absolving him of his crimes is actively a detriment to his character and does a disservice to the storytelling of Gravity Falls, but defining him exclusively by his mistakes without taking the time to understand him is a purposefully bad faith take that actively makes your enjoyment of the show worse.

He is neither a good or bad person, because "good" people and "bad" people aren't real. There's just people. And people fuck up sometimes.

If no one fucked up and if no one held onto those fuckups sometimes out of sheer desperation, the world of fiction would be way more boring, unengaging, and dull.

Ford Pines is a mess and I don't want him to be sanitized or demonized. I just want him to be a mess.

Thank you

[theramblingvoid]

I'll be honest I never really gave Tim a second thought on my first listen through, but on a relisten I've realized that yeah actually that's me. That would be me. I too would get really frustrated and angry and make a million bad sarcastic jokes if I was trapped in The Office That Makes You Die Badly and could do nothing but wait around to die badly in the office. And also still had to fill out timesheets. I mayhaps would also lose my composure just a little actually.

[dykedvonte]

A crazy thing about Mouthwashing is that Pony Express lost communication with one of its freighters for months and didn’t send anyone to check.

A genuinely reputable company, or at the very least a decent one, would have sent someone, something out to check after about two weeks of silence. Two months is when the crew start questioning if they are even being looked for which implies they were already expecting it to take a while cause P.E just doesn’t care.

They don’t care about who they hire. They don’t care about the conditions they place their crew in or how safe the safety measures actually are. They just don’t care, made rules and regulations so they can care less and succeed in getting away with it with how little those ideas are discussed.

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

btw. rambling.

with how it ends with peri doing a meta comment hoping they'll get a season 2. i think it's safe to assume the writers want a season 2. and with that in mind, it makes what happened with Dev something more similar to sequel bait than actual end of his character. i mean Peri's introduction was even through Dev, without him he'd be just. there. which would be a shame just in terms of writing. especially when the writer also clearly likes Peri since our man is the one having the final line of the season. in the same way I'm pretty sure the writers care a lot about Dev too, I mean, even in this finale at his darkest hour you had constant reminders of how he's just. desperate for his father's attention. So yeah.

Dev not remembering is likely not his intended final ending, just the logical one for this finale that also pushes you to want to see more. Hazel's friends and brother remembering is an opening for new situations in a second season (Hazel may get pushed to make wishes by them, even if sometimes involuntarily; Hazel may make more wishes directly involving them, allowing for newer stories that couldn't be carried by just Hazel Cosmo and Wanda); Dev forgetting is the bait to make you want a second season

[quibble-auk]

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

Dropmix trials stuff. We finally know what happened to Sunstreaker yippee!

Next

Idk if this is what you had in mind but I had fun with it. Gotta make the judgmental man on my desk suffer…. It was awkward to look up and have him staring at me as I wrote this. Like yeah sorry man you’re not having a fun time….

Some masterful art for this that cannot be ignored

Anyway how high do you think Sideswipe is?

—

Sunstreaker groaned as consciousness washed over him like a tidal wave of unpleasant feelings and discomfort. He was immediately bombarded by sensor notifications and alerts, trying to helpfully notify him of the damage he had taken. Maybe they would have been helpful if they weren’t so annoying. His head throbbed and he quickly gave up on trying to make out what any of the alerts were trying to tell him.

He just wanted five more minutes. Why couldn’t Sideswipe give him–

No, that wasn’t right. Sunstreaker forced his eyes to open just to close them tightly again at the bright world that had greeted him, hissing slightly. When he woke up in their hab-suite he wasn’t harassed with countless alerts on what had broken… he should have realized that immediately.

If the seemingly endless cascading static filled notifications weren’t a good sign, his inability to recall what exactly happened definitely wasn't.

The yellow bot tried to shift, attempting to get some of the weight off of his chest—he had mistaken it for a sleeping Comet earlier—only to be met with searing pain. Sunstreaker tensed painfully, wincing and hissing. Whatever was on top of him didn’t budge in the slightest, its heavy weight pressing him uncomfortably into the dirty ground.

Sunstreaker opened his eyes slowly, staring up at the smoke-filled sky. His eyes refused to focus on anything, any details lost as everything blurred together as a massive gray blob. Obviously his vision would not be aiding in reminding him of what happened. Nonetheless, slowly the memories started to trickle in.

There had been chaos when the convoy was attacked. Seekers’ engines screeched as they attacked from above. When the air raid had finally ceased, Decepticon ground troops quickly moved in to pick off the survivors. It had been a brutal and effective strategy, overwhelming the autobots swiftly. Any attempt at a controlled counter attack or proper defence had quickly become impossible amongst the panic. There was no doubt in Sunstreaker’s mind that the consequences had been catastrophic.

That's how Sunstreaker had found himself in his current situation. At least that's what he assumed. His memory was still catching up with him, slowly coming back to him… much slower than he’d prefer for being trapped under something and in the middle of a battlezone.

If this was still a battle zone, it wasn’t an active one anymore. The sky was empty, at least from what he could see. Granted, everything was still blurry and unfocused. The sounds of blaster fire were distant and far away. But everything sounded distorted, like he was dreaming. Was he dreaming? Weren’t you not supposed to feel pain in dreams? Maybe some of those notifications he had pushed aside had been about his hearing being damaged or something.

He shifted his weight again, trying to figure out what exactly was pinned under whatever was on top of him. Sunstreaker couldn’t move his legs at all but his arms seemed to be free. It was less than ideal but at least it seemed that all his limbs were intact. That was always a good sign when you woke up on the ground with no idea how you got there.

The harsh reality of his situation was starting to become more and more evident. Sunstreaker was in a tough spot and needed the ability to think clearly to get out of it alive. He clenched his jaw tightly, trying to will himself to remember what had happened, why he couldn’t move. Maybe remember if there had been anyone else nearby that he could call out to.

It was a transportation trailer. It had been sent airborne because of a large explosion, he recalled. He hadn’t noticed it in time, he had been too busy trying to help another injured Autobot get out of the line of fire.

Sunstreaker grunted, blinking harshly and trying to get his eyes to focus on something. After what felt like an eternity—and a migraine later—his vision finally steadied. He puffed out a breath, trying to ground himself from the way his mind swam in and out of coherent thoughts. His vision still swam slightly, but things looked clearer. Slowly he moved his head to the side, ignoring the overwhelming pain that surged through his systems at the movement.

The yellow bot looked over to see the injured mech he had been attempting to aid. He must have managed to shove them out of the way in time; they weren’t trapped like he was. However, the large ashy crater in their chest was a clear sign that his rescue attempt had been in vain. They were dead, no doubt about it. Sunstreaker just needed to make sure he didn’t succumb to the same fate.

The Decepticons that had killed the other must have mistaken his own unconsciousness for death, or left to be killed by some lesser mech. Obviously, no other bot had thought he was alive and had left him… Perhaps they had just thought it was amusing to leave him to die slowly of energon loss.

He couldn’t care less about why they had left him, honestly, what mattered was he was still alive and he just needed to find Comet and Sideswipe and get out of here. He attempted to reach out to Sideswipe through the bond, urgently prodding at where his brother should be.

Sideswipe wasn’t there.

From what Sunstreaker could tell, there was nothing on the other side of the bond.

He reached again. Pushed at the bond. Nothing. Now was not the time for Sideswipe to be difficult, Sunstreaker needed him to respond. Fine. He felt a growl rise in his throat. If Sideswipe was trying to ignore him as some kind of joke it was falling flat. He’d put the fragger in his place when he saw him again.

Sunstreaker reached out again, more forcefully than his previous attempts. He intentionally sent some of his own pain with it this time. That should send the message.

Nothing.

He did it again and waited.

Sunstreaker looked at his communicator, trying to send a message that way to his twin. He was greeted with a system error. It wasn’t working. Either he couldn’t send out messages… Or Sideswipe wasn’t receiving them.

The yellow bot felt his breath hitch.

He reached out desperately trying to grasp at his brother.

Nothing.

No. No, that wasn’t right. He reached again, harder. Searched. Dug. And still there was nothing. Sunstreaker couldn’t feel him. Sideswipe was gone. There was nothing where there should have been something. Anything.

It was harder to breathe now, his mind filled with a strange static like fog.

He tried to reach out to Comet through his communicator. Again and again. Every time he was met with the same frustrating red words: System error. It didn’t matter, he sent another one to Cometeater. Then again to Sideswipe. He reached out again, clawing at where his twin was supposed to be.

Sunstreaker didn’t realize he was desperately trying to escape the prison that the trailer had trapped him in until he realized how raw his hands felt. The edge of the trailer was dented and scratched, energon smeared over the surface.

Where were they?

His chest heaved as he struggled to fight back the growing urge to cry out. He sent message after message. Over and over again. He was met with error code after error code. The red message stained his mind. They were supposed to answer. It wasn’t fair. They couldn’t leave him. They had to respond.

The red message popped up again and this time he did cry out in desperate frustration, fist meeting the metal that refused to release him. He didn’t stop.

They had to be out there, somewhere. Sunstreaker needed them to be. They couldn’t be gone. Not really. They wouldn’t leave him alone. Not like this. He just needed to find them. He would find them. He just needed to get out.

Something akin to a sob was pulled from his mouth as he was once again met with a red message.

There had to be someone left. The messages he was trying to send out were no longer coherent. There was nothing. Nothing. No one was there. Nobody. Sunstreaker whined slightly. His vision swam all over again as he frantically looked around for anyone.

The only mechs who remained were corpses, empty and gone.

Sunstreaker was alone.

He didn’t remember clawing himself out.

His hands hurt.

Sunstreaker began looking.

[cryptdfish]

“white mourning.”

[jin-zixun]

Reasons Nie Mingjue tries to kill Jin Guangyao:

JGY saved his life (while being unable to do the same for others)

He didn't think working as a spy to win the war would actually include having to do bad things (unlike the killings NMJ performs which are always 100% justified because NMJ is 100% moral and has the right to make that call)

JGY won't kill himself

JGY won't perform extrajudicial murder of his shidi, favored by his father (which would also get him killed)

JGY won't die

JGY talked back to him and won't just completely agree with his assessment (that JGY should just die)

It's the only way for them to have peace (says the guy who suffers from extensive murderous rages and came back as a corpse to continue killing people against the guy who oversaw the biggest public safety project and expansion we know of and kept the peace for over a decade)

JGY tells their mutual friend/sworn brother that he's concerned about NMJ suffering from said extensive murderous rages

JGY bought nice things for NHS

Reasons Jin Guangyao tries to kill Nie Mingjue

Doesn't want to be killed by Nie Mingjue who keeps trying to kill him

[luna-the-cretar]

You’d think that, between Gideon and Kremy, Gideon would be the easier one to get a read on (in terms of feelings towards certain situations and party members), but no. I can read Kremy like a motherfucking book. The way he spins lies and half-truths like a spiderweb; the way his tone will shift subtly depending on who he’s talking to, what they’re talking about, his feelings on the situation/subject/towards the person, etc; all of it. Kremy is so fucking easy to read for someone who’s supposed to be a silver-tongued conman.

But Gideon? His tone doesn’t shift all that much. He generally has a happy, confused, or entertained tone in his voice, with the exception of when he’s angry, frustrated, or upset.

Idk, maybe it’s harder for me to read Gideon because I listen to the podcast (it’s just easier for me since I can listen while driving or working), so I have to rely on tone shifts and other verbal cues. That, or maybe it’s because all of my past blorbos have been emotionally constipated men, who would only express their actual feelings about a situation based on tonal shifts, body language, and reading into what they’re saying.

[scuorge10]

Y’all can like Eurylochus without dragging Polites down by the way, in case y’all need a reminder.

I genuinely don’t understand why a lot of y’all are dead set on dragging Polites through the mud just to try and make Eurylochus look like a better character. Just say that you like Eurylochus’ character better and that you wish he was appreciated more by the fandom as a whole.