#and nothing drives me like love for the characters

[the-crooked-library]

And even if you go blind without having read the novel, the movie is full of holes in its burning desire to make Dracula this power fantasy who leaves the other men impotent and weak or as horrible zealots, like by making Van Helsing this caricature who calls women whores (have I mentioned that he felt crushing guilt for killing the weird sisters in the original?) and in the end Only The Beauty Can Kill The Beast (but because he commands it). Like is everyone okay with Mina Harker being worse than Bella Swan in this? Bella had some other interests than Edward, Mina's entire personality is a man. Not inner world, everything is secondary to him. First, she kills herself because she thought he died, after 5 seconds of introduction, so he can have his manpain. Then she's fixated on this hot guy she's ready to cheat withbut it's okay viewers because he's her rightful husband. Her typewriter skill is presented as a tool of oppression forced upon her by her staid fiancé (when it's supposed to be a modern tool of hunting down the killer of her best friend, but female friendships mean nothing here). She doesn't care he serial-raped and killed Lucy before her eyes, she doesn't care he has a harem (what was that about "eternal devotion"?), she wants to be this 400-year-old man's 4th bride so bad. She even tells him "take me away from all this death. The death that HE caused? She lies about being assaulted. Holy shit do I need to talk about how vile that is? How the fuck do you do this with one of the most famous rape and aftermath scenes in literature? She is dumb as bricks, everything she does is from his guidance. Van Helsing gets the idea to reverse-spy Dracula. Even in the final scene she doesn't get to choose. He gets to ascend to the heavens, in peace (did I mention Lucy, his 19 years old victim, died twice, screaming?). And what does she get after? Who cares, this ain't about her.

*sickos voice* yess.... YES!!! 1992 Coppola's Dracula my absolute beloathed!!!!!

Everything wrong with it exists because Coppola is a misogynist, a racist, and a coward; and I am sick to the core of seeing people glorify his film as if it's the begin-all, end-all of Dracula adaptations. Even outside of the Dracula power fantasy (which, in all fairness, it wasn't the only one to indulge, and frankly, nobody has done worse than Dracula Untold), even outside of the heinous characterization (or lack of) the female characters, one of my least favourite aspects of this adaptation is its blunt refusal to accept that the Harkers are deeply, madly, obsessively in love with each other, and as close to a power couple as a 19th century author was capable of writing. It is so wildly dismissive of the original story that it should not have ever dared to bear the name. His Mina and Lucy are entirely stripped of their personalities and complexity, Van Helsing is cold to the point of cruelty, Jonathan lacks the drive and ambition that defined his character in the novel; honestly, I hate everything he'd done with it on the story level.

we need more 1992 Dracula haters please let more people look beyond the shallows of aesthetic and actually understand how bad this movie is

[6thscara]

i’m alive i swear!!!

Hanahaki Disease [oneshot— part one?]

✭ Scaramouche x Reader

ׂ╰┈➤ hanahki au / reader’s love is unrequited💔 / not many details for reader’s character / light angst / some lumine x scara / scaramouche is called Wanderer / no use of y/n

.ೃ࿐ synopsis ; you’re just another adventurer, she’s the traveler. of course it was dumb to be hopeful, but love turns you foolish. it’s a force with enough power to drive you to death

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bro i cannot finish writing this.. i’ve had it in my drafts for like a year but i don’t know where to go w it tbh.

in that year i’ve also been going through a lot… but i wanna write again!! and i wanna take requests :D

no beta im tired of this thing💔

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You expected this— knew fully well it would happen, and yet you pursued.

Between you and the blonde traveler, Lumine, of course he’d like her more. It wasn’t even a contest— she’s strong, clever, and beautiful.

On the other hand, you’re just you. Which isn’t a lot. Not enough for him. Yet, your wishful thinking kept you going.

It also brought you here once again— slumped over in a secluded field in the forest, choking out petals with various hues. Your eyes scrunch at the sight of the flowers you’ve been coughing out, your heart full of resent. You sigh, thinking about how pathetic you must look.

You’ve known the Wanderer for a while, though still not too long. You knew him enough to know that despite his cold demeanour, there was a soft side to him. Although you’ve seen part of it, its entirety was reserved for someone else.

That’s why you find yourself in such a pitiful state.

With one last look at the mess you’ve made, you stand up. Your wobbly knees almost knock you over before you can hold onto a nearby tree to catch your breath.

Your body was starting to grow weak. Day by day, it was getting harder to do commissions and your daily activities— which definitely did not go unnoticed by your peers.

“…What’s up with you?” A voice calls out behind you, accompanied by the sound of jingles. It was the Wanderer.

Your eyes widen, the surprise making you flinch before quickly composing yourself. You turn around to face him, feeling your heart already begin to beat faster when met with his presence. It hurt.

You see him cross his arms, looking at you with scrunched eyes.

“Oh,— nothing,” You quickly say, “I was… doing some commissions until I had to fight off some hilichurls.” You lie.

The Wanderer breathes out a small sigh, taking a moment to inspect your poise before uncrossing his arms and speaking, “Alright then. You just didn’t look so good,”

You nod, reasonably understanding why. “No need to worry.” You say brightly, giving him a smile.

Thankfully, the wind had already taken the flower petals away, otherwise the odd pile might have seemed weird.

“So, what are you doing here?” You curiously ask.

“Not much. The traveler requested to meet me.” He answers, eyes drifting off as a hint of bashfulness uncharacteristically cracks through his manner.

He clears his throat, eyebrows slightly furrowing. You cough a bit.

“I see,” you grin, though you feel unsteady at his answer. Just because of it, you can feel your stomach stir with uneasiness while your chest tightens.

“Well, enough of me taking up your time then! Go see her.” You laugh, patting his shoulder. He scoffs.

“Exactly what I was about to do. See you.” He says, turning around and walking off. His hat jingles, leaving a lingering trail of his showing. You call out a last “bye”, to which he doesn’t mind.

You stare at his back as he leaves— and you’re sure your gaze is full of desperate yearning.

That’s that, you try to tell yourself. But it just really hurts. Simple as that.

With one last heavy sigh, you place your hands on your hips, looking up at the clear sky.

It was probably better to go do something instead of mulling over it. Right— you had planned on going to the Akademiya to try and do some research about your condition. You didn’t want to go to a doctor, firstly because the sickness seemed acquainted with your feelings, and secondly because you didn’t want anyone else to potentially find out.

You start making your way towards Sumeru City, traversing through the land’s greenery while your mind stays busy thinking about Wanderer.

It’s been like that for quite some time— ever since you met him, he’s been lingering in your thoughts, and you’ve been trying to get closer to him. Though you did to an extent, you wanted more.

It felt as if a needle pricked your heart for every thought you had of him. Thinking about him with anyone else but you was dreadful. Your heart begged you to stop— to focus on what’s ahead.

Without even realizing it, you finally reached the city. Your attention was finally brought back to your surroundings once you heard the bustling vendors, lively restaurants, and scholars discussing academic matters.

The smell of food coming from nearby restaurants was tempting, but you figured it would be better to do research now and eat later.

You make your way over to the House of Daena, promptly beginning to browse the vast bookshelves. There were quite a few Amurta students gathered around the shelves you were looking through— reasonably, since the Darshan was tied to biology and medicine.

After some perusing, you ended up with about 3 stacked books next to you. A lot of the terms in these books confused you, but the indexes were very helpful while looking for this disease. Many books you went through didn’t even mention anything similar to your condition, which was frustrating.

But finally— you find it. Hanahaki Disease, the text read, seemingly originating from Inazuma. You read with great interest, carefully going over the contents.

There wasn’t as much information on hanahaki disease as there was on others, but with what you had to work with, it was sufficient.

It was a condition that slowly killed someone whose affection for another was not returned. Your eyes widened, your breath growing heavy. You were right— it was tied to these hopeless feelings.

Then… what were you supposed to do? Unrequited love couldn’t be fixed with medicine— not any surgery, or antidote could help. Love is controlled solely by the heart of the beholder.

You gather your initial thoughts before continuing.

Hanahaki Disease, a chronic condition caused by deep, pristine love which is not returned. These unreciprocated feelings are the root of blooming flowers in the bearer’s lungs, slowly killing them until it becomes too much for the body to handle.

You continue reading on, flipping the page curiously. You let out a relieved sigh once you see that the remaining information is about possible ways to make the condition go away.

The text read, “With today’s known information, two solutions are available; the safest option is allowing the patient to let go of their feelings before they are killed,”

Right, as if you could do that. Much easier said than done. But it’s not like the author would’ve known about your love’s severity.

Sighing, you continued, “whilst the other option includes a surgical procedure, in which the blooming Hanahaki flowers will be removed directly from the patient’s lungs.”

Your heart sank. “The surgical removal is a dangerous procedure that must be taken with caution. Following the removal, the victim will also lose their romantic love for the object of affection.”

Seriously— this was your other option? You can’t go through with that! You’d probably die anyway… there's no trustworthy surgeon you know who could do it privately for you. Especially considering the after effect, it just didn’t seem like a doable solution. Love is something you hold so closely. The concept that turns existence into life. But did that really mean that it’s something to die for?

Your emotions swelled, causing a fevered feeling in your stomach.

What would Wanderer do if you died?

You flinch as you ask yourself that repulsive question, immediately beginning to cough. Hastily, you bring an arm up to cover your mouth. Ragged breaths leave your mouth as you cough up a few petals, a bitter taste on your tongue despite its sweet appearance.

Although you were alone in a secluded space, you don’t want to disturb anybody else. Covering your mouth, you let out a few little coughs before regaining your composure and cleaning up the sickeningly beautiful flower petals.

Your fingers carefully turn the page, hoping for more information, but there was nothing. Unfortunately, it seems like the disease didn’t have as much research done.

With lots of heavy feelings on your shoulders, you close the book. An uneasy sensation swirled in your stomach knowing you had a big choice ahead of you— a choice of life or death.

As you put the book away, you realize you got a bit too busy with your findings to acknowledge your body’s needs. Your eyes are tired after being glued to the book for so long, and your stomach feels empty. It was time to get food.

It was as if an aura of misery surrounded you as you walked through Sumeru City. It was only evening, and the sky was painted with orange hues, but the feelings towering over you made the air around you feel gloomy.

And yet, you try to think positively. Wanderer and the traveller aren’t completely official… so you might still have a chance! If you could just be a bit more charming— do a bit more, maybe there was a small possibility that he could think of you more fondly?

…

You plague yourself with these unconvincing thoughts, squeezing out all the hope you have left.

After all, you only had two other options that wouldn’t even suffice.

A familiar scent grabs your attention as you’re walking— a delicious aroma surrounding you. Your eyes find the same restaurant you considered stopping at earlier, a reminder of your mission for food.

Languidly, your legs drag on as you enter.

“Hello, there! What’ll you be having today?” The tavern owner, Lambad exclaims. His voice is warm and friendly.

The environment helps you relax— the energy is cozy and comfortable, soothing as you think about what to get as you sit down. “Hmm…” Your eyes scan the menu, looking for something easy to eat while staying within your budget. “I’ll just have a shawarma wrap.”

With a nod, Lambad leaves to begin preparing your food. You relax into your chair, finally being able to decompress in the flavourful aromatic atmosphere. You’ve always enjoyed eating here, because not only did they serve amazing food, but the tavern itself was like a cozy, inviting home space.

However, it did feel a bit lonely. You notice these odd feelings of isolation once you listen in on others conversations— academics, gossip, small talk, the usual. Normally, you would also be here with at least one other friend, happily chatting it up. Occasionally, even with Wanderer. But right now, you were filled with bittersweet feelings of lonesome comfort. Bittersweet because he wasn’t here with you, and comfort because it’d also be painful to have him near.

Lost in your thoughts, you ease into your surroundings, until you hear a particular jingle in the air.

It’s an immediately recognizable sound which makes you sit upright. Turning your eyes to the restaurant’s entryway, you see just what you suspected. The perfect, breathtaking Wanderer, alongside an equally as desirable blonde traveler. He holds the door open for Lumine, trailing her as he walks in before taking her side.

It’s a small action, and yet it has an effect. Such simple mannerisms make you reflect– has he ever held a door open for you? Follow you like he follows her? No, it’s the little things that are different. Different because of his love for Lumine.

You’ve always been taking the lead, so he hasn’t had to go out of his way for you at all. In that way, he has been following you, but not like he follows her.

When the Wanderer accompanies you, he’s focused on anything else in front of him– the area’s surroundings, any enemies, or events. It’s not at all like the way his eyes follow Lumine’s presence. Or how he tries to hide his enamoured gaze. How he goes along with her no matter the occasion, compared to mostly hanging around you because he was asked to.

Such a simple sight was enough to make your stomach swirl. You quietly get up, forgetting about your food as a bad feeling of turmoil begins churning. The two don’t even notice as you scurry past them– too involved with each other to concern themselves with the busy atmosphere.

The late evening’s cold air hits your face as you hastily run out the door. It’s refreshing. It’s the perfect renewal of fresh air after feeling so suddenly alert. Another sigh leaves you feeling breathless as you begin walking through Sumeru City’s uncommonly calm streets.

Aside from the occasional hum of vendors or laughter from children staying out too late, you’re once again left with your thoughts. Love was consuming you badly, destroying you as it whirled around your insides– literally.

A nauseous feeling circulated from your head towards your stomach, making the environment spin.

Not wanting to make a displeasing scene in the middle of the city, you make your way out of civilization, retreating to the forest. As if your body had a cue, flowers began expelling out of your stomach through your mouth.

Everything feels dizzy— you can’t tell if that little squelching sound is you or the greenery you’re destroying as you grip the ground beneath for support.

It feels gross. A sharp taste burns on the back of your throat while bittersweet petals continue passing up.

The rush advances quickly, leaving you breathless and panting on the ground. You crouch over the ground, barely able to hold yourself up.

The exhaustion is too much, making you simply lay on your back, having only the day’s late stars to comfort you. A rustle of wind passes, which makes you feel a bit better. Still, the remaining unsatisfactory taste and burning in your throat doesn’t ease up much.

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i’m sorryuuyyyyy.,, i seriously don’t know where to go with this and i’m lwk tired of it cuz i wanna write some fluff :’D

so kind of an open ending but i’m also up to writing any suggestions!!

[catras-breakup-song]

catradora's canon status turns 5 today. i also turn 20 today. 🪅

i've spent an entire quarter of my life, a whopping 25% of it now, loving the center focus of she-ra and what this show teaches us...

it's actually pretty wild for me to think too deeply about. truly, it can't not mean something absolutely special (if i love myself, of course) when that much of a coincidence is actually reality.

this story isn't just a hyperfixation, it's a permanent part of who i am. it's shaped my later teenage years and helped me through hard times consisting of confusion and loneliness. i resonated better with catra & glimmer than any other fictional characters i had known before or would ever know since then. i found the art style soothing to stare at all the time. i appreciated the words of comfort we're supposed to internalize. it's been a consistent source of familiarity when i needed nothing more than to rewatch the same scenes repeatedly.

the online community surrounding western queer animation, and particularly this piece of media, kickstarted my hobby of collecting video edits, up to the thousands, that many talented creators have made, on an external drive. unfortunately i lost that project over the summer last year and it devastated me deeply, however i never stopped keeping track of my favorites and supporting the works i loved as i continued coming across them, such as this one to “the great war” by @somanypetals, which i will never stop recommending to others here ─ you can also go through my tag for this topic if you'd like! in fact, i also got back into video editing myself for the first time since 2021 last month!

additionally, it wouldn't be an authentic CBS post of mine if i didn't highlight how beautiful five by five takes' analysis videos on youtube are to me. their writing is a top-tier heart-wrenching gold mine and i've lost count of how many times i've rewatched through that playlist again and again. if you love this masterpiece as much as i do, you'll do so tenfold here. i still remember watching the first part of the series, "how she-ra gives us hope", when it was brand new, and i love bragging to fellow friends about being one of 5X5T's earliest subscribers from this fandom!

i (sort of but not really, which is a long complicated story on its own), came from the traumatized wave of angry voltron/KL fans. thankfully i didn't struggle with trusting the writers to follow through on the groundwork they laid down because it had only been my first fandom and therefore i hadn't been hurt by queerbaiting multiple times, but i say this because it was a big deal when she-ra's finale showed something on screen that could not be taken away or undone. catra & adora's romance helped me find peace & pride in my lesbian attraction. although i ended up not being homosexual despite failing to realize it for another year, i am still very much sapphic and wouldn't trade that gift for the world!

speaking of which, one of the best things you can find in a partner is the relatability of a common interest that brings out the emotional connection between you. i've seen @bluedandylyon around before, but i got to know xim more closely on the SPOP creative flex discord server after i jumped in activity there about a month and a half ago (and i only started being active on this blog again after creating it in 2022 back in august last year, it's amazing what that did for me). the two of us genuinely could not have clicked better with anyone else and i believe we were always destined to stumble into each other eventually. i don't know why the universe decided that time was to be so recent, but after spending half a decade single it's been very exciting to finally leave that break behind. because of SPOP, i asked them if they wanted to date on lesbian visibility day (april 26) and something within me renewed to make me the happiest i've ever been! 💟

my thoughts are too scattered and unorganized for this to feel like a proper essay of some sort, but i know i needed to get this done in time and i enjoyed it. i can't appreciate enough how much my identity, the core essence of who i am inside, has been shaped by this 50-episode cartoon. a simple love letter could never cover how important this reboot means to so many people, even if mattel still refuses to acknowledge it. ⚔️🌈💖

[holylulusworld]

A shattered Dream

Summary: It was all fake.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

Characters: Nick Fowler

Warnings: angst, betrayal, lies, deceit

Everything was perfect. You had a fulfilling job, a beautiful home, and were married to the love of your life. Until. One day. You found out the truth, shattering your dream.

It was a coincidence. Nothing else.

If you had stayed at the conference and hadn’t booked an earlier flight, you’d never know the origin of your relationship with Ransom.

One moment you sneaked into your house to surprise your husband, and the next, your heart shattered, and you looked at the broken shards lying on the ground.

It was another busy day. You just came back from a conference; you're happy that you made it back home a day earlier. Ecstatic to tell your husband about the conference and the surprise you have for him, you smiled the whole drive to your home.

When the house you and Ransom call home finally comes into sight, you sigh. It’s been a long week filled with workload, meetings, and too much socializing. Your social battery is empty, and you want to recharge in your husband’s arms.

“Home, sweet home,” you murmur, rubbing your tired eyes after you killed the engine. You’d call Ransom to ask him to help you with your luggage, but you want to surprise your husband.

Instead of calling him or honking, you get out of the car, silently unlock the front door, and sneak into your house. You can hear Ransom talk to someone, recognizing his best friend’s voice.

Grinning, you sneak upstairs to scare the shit out of both of them. Nick, Ransom’s best friend, likes to prank people, and tonight, you’ll pay back the favor.

You’re about to burst into the room when you hear your name. Your hand is already on the doorknob, but you want to hear what your husband has to say about you while you’re away.

They laugh about something, and then you can hear Nick’s voice.

“I’m telling you; all this dating crap is exhausting. I want what you and Y/N have. Everything looks so easy. How do you do it? Your wife is perfect.”

You press one hand to your heart. You never thought Nick Fowler, the eternal womanizer, would wish to have a relationship and that he believes you’re perfect. He never so much as recognized your very existence.

Waiting for Ransom’s reply, you press your ear to the door. He scoffs and says, “My marriage is not as perfect as it seems.”

He’s not wrong. Once in a while, you fight or struggle with Ransom’s flaws. Still, it hurts hearing him talk like that about you.

“You’ve got no clue how it feels to be in a relationship you don’t want. I’m trapped with a woman I don’t love. She doesn’t even turn me on. It’s for the future children, nothing else. A fake.”

It feels like someone pulled the rug from under your feet. You gasp and wrap your arms around your middle. All the sweet memories from your relationship with Ransom flash up in your mind, playing on repeat like a bad rom-com. Now they leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

“What are you talking about, Ran?” Nick sounds as shocked as you are. “She’s a wonderful woman, and you look so happy. Don’t give me that crap to mess with me. I’m trapped in my single life.”

“I know exactly how it feels to be trapped. I’m stuck in an arranged marriage,” Ransom huffs and drops his eyes to his hand and the wedding band around his finger. “My grandfather forced me to marry and settle down. I did it for my inheritance and to get the company one day.”

“Whoa, whoa… Slow down, Ran,” Nick gasps audibly. Until now, he believed you and Ransom had the perfect marriage and loved each other. ”What do you mean? Ransom, don’t fuck with me.”

Ransom sighs deeply. He pours himself another drink and takes a large sip.

“None of the girls I dated appeased my grandfather. He wanted someone more…classy…and smart. I told him that, if he doesn’t want me to date a greedy and brainless gold-digger, he must find me something fulfilling his high standards.”

Your eyes widen hearing Ransom tell his friend that your first meeting with him years back was no coincidence. Back then, you were an intern at Harlan’s company, and you accidentally ran into Ransom—or rather, he bumped into you and spilled his coffee all over your blouse.

“Ran, do not tell me you spent the last three years married to a woman you don’t love!” Nick’s outburst surprises you. “How could you? Does she know about all this?”

“No.” Ransom has the decency to sound apologetic. “She has no clue. I wanted to tell her, but…” He sighs and takes another sip from his drink. “It was never the right time.”

“You have been married to Y/N for three years, and it never occurred to you that you should tell her the truth! You wasted three years of her life because of a fucking inheritance?”

You have heard enough. There’s no coming back from hearing the truth about what you believed was a life-changing moment. Ransom staged your meet-cute and lied to you for as long as you've known him. Whatever reason he had to get with you, it doesn’t excuse that he’s a lying piece of shit.

Stepping away from the door, you slowly slide your rings down your finger, carelessly dropping them to the ground. You turn around, walking away with your head held high.

Ransom will find your rings on the ground hours later. He knows that he fucked up everything good in his life when only three days later the divorce papers get delivered to his house…

[writteninthesewalls28]

For you

Summary: F1 Romance Author and dedicated F1 fan Lauren gets to experience a hot lap across the Silverstone circuit together with Lando Norris

A/n: Just a tiny one shot, that maybe gets a sequel, who knows…

Warnings: angst, character death mentioned

The nice staff member dressed in all-papaya guides me outside the pitlane and onto the real Silverstone circuit and I feel as if I just stepped on holy ground.

Okay, maybe I indeed am a little too dramatic here. But everything that is about to happen to me in the next few minutes has been my dream since watching Formula 1 together with my dad as a little girl. And even though the papaya cars weren’t my favorite back then, my dad has always been a supporter ever since day one.

So as much as this is for me, this is for him as well. I look up to the cloudless sky and imagine him watching down on me right now. I made it, dad. And I am about to meet my favorite driver.

Looking back down again, I found myself looking right at Lando Norris a few steps away from me, the helmet for the hot lap already resting in his left hand as if it weighs nothing.

The staff member who introduced herself as Ava hands me my own helmet and helps me put it on in the correct way. With every step that I get closer to stepping into the car already parked next to us, my nervousness seems to be getting the best of me, but at the moment I am able to hide my shaky hands quite well.

Right in the moment that my helmet was all set and secure, Lando walks up to Ava and me and shakes my hand.

Lando Norris, my idol, my role model, looks in my eyes and my breath shortens for a hot second before I remind myself that he’s just another human like everyone else. Only that he drives cars at 330 km/h to earn his money. And I am about to experience that.

“Hi, I‘m Lando. Lauren Tisdale, is it?” he asks, smiling softly, like he already knows how nervous I feel right now.

“That’s right. Lovely to meet you.” I smile like an idiot. I want to explain what I do and why I am here, that I write bestselling romance books about F1 and basically grew up with the sport, but I get cut off before I could even start.

“Car is all ready for you, Lando.” A staff member of Mclaren told us and Lando turned over to the car after smiling at me one last time.

The special seatbelt for this kind of car gets closed and I have to take a moment to realize that this is happening. Once the doors are closed and it’s just me and Lando, I let out a deep breath.

“Nervous?” he asks in a tone as if we already knew each other for ages.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long, I want it to start but at the same time am scared of how fast it will actually be.” I confess.

He chuckles lightly, giving me the impression that my emotions are valid. “I promise to try and give you the best experience possible.”

With these words, he starts the engine and only shortly later I am getting pressed into the seat as he starts off strong.

A shaky laugh slips out of my mouth. “Yessss!”

I let my gaze wander across the circuit that is passing by quicklier than it ever has and I love every single second of it. My dream came true.

Then the first curb nears and I feel the car slowing down thanks to Lando’s perfectly timed braking. And then I understand what they mean when they say the G-forces are reckless in a race car. I no longer have any control over my body and get pulled whatever way the forces want me to go. Every now and then weird noises leave my throat and I hear Lando’s laugh next to me, but am too busy taking it all in than worrying about anything else.

On a straight, Lando speeds up even more and I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. Look what I am doing, dad.

“Is that flat out?” I ask out of breath.

“Yes!” I glimpse over at Lando and our eyes meet for a short moment before he focuses back on the road ahead of him. “You like it?” He wants to know.

I nod aggressively, before reminding myself that he literally can’t see that. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever done. And I have done a lot of amazing stuff in my life.” Publishing my first book, dedicating the second one to my dad. Burying him is definitely not part of that list though.

“Happy to be a part of it.” he casually says while perfectly maneuvering the car through another curb, making my stomach twirl in a way that sets free a lot of dopamine in my body.

And just like that, he slows the car down and I realize a little too late, that that is it. That was my hot lap with Lando Norris, the moment I looked forward to the most, that I thought was impossible.

We stop and he turns the engine off. “Was it too fast?” he asks, remembering my words from earlier.

“Totally not.” I grin. “I wanna go again.”

“I’m afraid, my team won’t let me do that.” he apologizes with an ironic tone in his voice, making me laugh.

“Thanks though. It meant so much to me.” I manage to get out. Looking at Lando, an old photo of my dads days in Formula 4 before I was even born starts forming in front of my inner eyes when he took my mom with him for a lap and I try to hide the tears shining in my eyes, hoping Lando won’t notice.

His stories about his times on the circuit, his smile that fades a little more every time I try to recreate it in my mind, all the emotions attached to these little moments from my childhood, they seem to be flooding right then and there. Next to Lando Norris, his team behind my back, watching us, wondering why I do not get out of the car.

The embarrassment of this moment of weakness doesn’t help with the growing tears in my eyes and I see Lando’s gaze changing from happy to worried right in the moment that the tears run over my cheeks shamelessly as if they also waited 21 years for this to happen.

“What’s wrong?” his voice is not much more than a whisper.

I shake my head quickly, wiping my tears. “Nothing, all good. Really.”

He tilts his head slightly, making clear that he does not believe me. “You don’t have to tell me, don’t want to pressure you into anything. Just know that whatever you are feeling right now is totally valid.” The smile on his lips reaches his eyes and seems so genuine that I actually believe his words, even though he’s like a stranger to me. A face without a soul.

He opens the car’s door and steps out.

I do the same and outside the car, want to shake his hand and formally thank him again, when he all of a sudden pulls me into a hug.

The fabric of his Mclaren hoodie feels soft under my hands as I awkwardly wrap my arms around his strong body.

“Thanks for the ride.” I say as I let go of him and shake his hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in my life before.”

“It was my pleasure.”

[wolfertinger]

(anon in case tumblr breaks)

that toriel design is kinda driving me up the wall ngl. the undertale fandom always had this issue w/ making all the girl characters significantly more feminine in fanart vs their canon appearances often at the cost of characterization. (this often coincides with sexualizing them bc objectifying female characters and ignoring their canon personalties to make them more conventionally attractive often go hand in hand. who would’ve guessed). this is a bit worse w/ undyne but happens a lot to toriel too. drawing toriel black coded and using stylized sheep wool to represent textured hair is a really cool concept. and i love when ppl draw toriel as a fat woman but she is not curvy sorry. look at her in game sprite. papyrus makes a comment about how much toriel and asgore look alike. she also would not wear a dress with leg slits that high or with a neckline that low. in both deltarune and undertale, toriel dresses in long, loose, full coverage and comfortable clothes. she very clearly has a plain, kinda relaxed clothing style. i understand at the end of the day, people are going to interpret characters differently in their art style. and that is their right. it’s just frustrating. and it’s definitely nothing new for the ut fandom but im frustrated that salem acts like that’s a groundbreaking design when ive seen a hundred like it

ngl. i genuinely have always hc, that toriel is "fridge" shaped. it is rare to see representation, for square body types, and her being strong but motherly, comparable to asgore, always made me think she was stocky. of course. shes a video game character. people will think of her, differently. but even her sprite, kind of gets this across.

[eisforeidolon]

Just ... tell me you don't understand how writing works without telling me. Or are at least pretending to be that pathetically stupid in service of an equally moronic agenda.

Like, no idea what the situation in 911 was but Dean was literally shish-kebabed all the way through his main body cavity full of essential organs in a barn out in the middle of fucking nowhere. There was no "letting [him] die" involved, he was fatally injured. And the reason he was fatally injured was ... wait for it ... because that was the writers' intent. Nothing Sam did as a fictional character in that scene would have made a difference because the entire reason the scene existed was for Dean to die in that barn.

Of course, if Sam had panicked and pulled Dean off that rebar and been busy administering hopelessly inadequate first aid or trying to drive to a hospital that was Chuck only knows how far away? Then there would have been no time for that very long, drawn out intimately face to face death speech of Dean's which demonstrated he was quite clearly able to express love - even using that specific word! - when he actually felt it. Despite their six metric tons of blowhard meta to the contrary about Dean being ~*too emotionally repressed*~ to understand his own emotions.

Which is, obviously and as per usual, what they're actually mad at Sam for.

Well, this one can fuck off and go to superhell. Would be a nice gift for the fandom.

[heraldofcrow]

Man, we really gotta leave Gehrman alone once and for all because what do you MEAN that you don’t absolutely create art of your favs….paint portraits of your beloveds that you have deep feels over with driving passion down to the last MINUTE AND SUBTLE DETAIL….recreating and drawing them with every little mark and blemish and shade of their skin and layer of their hair and curve of their mouth and glint of their eyes and all of their beautiful, perfect flaws…..all of their quirks and traits that you’ve committed to memory.

What do you MEAN you don’t look upon your creations with shame and terror and love when you see the parts you messed up on and the parts you got TOO right on and you become aware of the depth of your own madness and obsession….causing you to consider abandoning the work all together…

What do you MEAN you don’t imagine beautiful clothes for your favs and draw them in all of it with warmth and tender care and still end up feeling unsatisfied with the final product because you don’t think any recreation you could ever produce will ever match the perfection and majesty of the original being.

We do this with our favorite characters. Now imagine doing it with a real life companion you loved deeply and LOST.

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Lala...

[bigmoon-is-bigwife]

What really endears me to TR!Sneeg is that he's arguably the most powerful person on the server but all he really wants to do is share that power with the people he cares about. He happily shares his machines and knowledge with others because he wants them to be strong too. Sneeg doesn't want to stand on this pillar of godhood alone and he wants his loved ones beside him. He wants them beside him because if they're as strong as him, then they're as safe as him. However, he also understands that few people are willing and able to grind as much as him so he shares his own power with them and asserts himself as their protector.

Sneeg takes his role of protector very seriously. He placed himself in the role initially for Ros but he has fully extended that to the rest of Yellow. Now that he has reached Nirvana I think he feels obligated to make up for being away for so long. He has started hanging around closer to the castle and watching over conversations Green Faction has with any Yellow faction member and is always ready to step in if needed. He doesn't insert himself in the conversation unless he feels it's necessary but he likes to just watch with his crossbow loaded, just in case. Sometimes he makes himself known and sometimes he doesn't but he is gradually establishing that he could be around at any time and that Green Faction should always be wary with messing with Yellow faction members.

Sneeg really leans into his reputation of being this cold and distant figure the rest of the server sees him as when he's around Green Faction. He does not like or trust them and he reminds them that he is very capable of killing them if he chooses. He does not shy away from pointing his gun at them and promising retaliation if they try anything. I've used the term "Scary Dog Privilege" before with Sneeg and it has somehow managed to become even more accurate. He allows himself to be painted as this mythic terrifying legend because he knows it'll make people hesitate to mess with him and his people. No one is ever ballsy enough to pick a fight if they know Sneeg is around.

When Pili died what really upset Sneeg was the precedent it set. Even if Pangi says it had nothing to do with factions, Sneeg does not like the idea of anyone getting comfortable with killing any Yellow faction members. He has considered killing all of Green just so they aren't a threat anymore. And Green Faction knows that Sneeg is what protects Yellow. Pangi and Lukey agree that if they can kill Sneeg then the rest of Yellow will fall easily but as long as Sneeg is around, Yellow is very protected and everyone knows it. I think Sneeg would be very proud of this.

I think it's also notable how Sneeg has never trusted Pangi at all but he knows Ros does so he tends to be a little nicer towards him compared to how he is with other Green members, even offering him advice. That is until Pangi killed Pili. After that, when Sneeg saw Pangi was looking for Ros he immediately went on the defensive and was ready to kill Pangi at any sign of threatening behavior. I think any bit of good faith Sneeg had extended towards him for Ros's sake may be out the window now but he did make an effort to try. Despite the front he puts up with potential enemies, Sneeg is incredibly soft towards the ones he protects. He's the most powerful person on the server but he will drop everything to be silly and use his god-like powers and fly people like Ros and Aimsey around. He showers his kingdom in gifts and loves to be useful in any way possible. At his core he is a protector and what is a protector if there is nothing to protect?

[todayisafridaynight]

[shiresome]

And goodnight to you ........ Superman and Lobo drawing I will never finish ......................

no genuinely. why did he Do That

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Amphibia is proof that the best character writing tip is to make everyone at least a little bit problematic

[elvisqueso]

"Alright...let's go talk to your father."

Pocahontas (1995)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i'd like to address the allegations that Charles is a dummy for cutting about in a METAL wheelchair when his nemesis is MAGNETO. Yes, Erik can at any time yeet Charles around by the chair. He also knows that as soon as he touches the chair, he has lost. As soon as he even THINKS about grabbing the chair in anything but a life or death situation, he puts himself in timeout in the south pole.

charles may be a dummy for putting faith in magneto Not to be a menace and yet its the trust he has in erik not to do him harm despite how easy it'd be ..... power move if you think about it ....

[heartbeetz]

I used to be very self-conscious eating in public just bc I didn't want people looking at me but one day a while back I went "actually there's people out there who'd think it's hot as fuuuuuuck when I eat a big sloppy burger 👍" and that fixed me completely almost instantly. Everybody wants me I'm the most fuckable man in any restaurant. That being said... canonical "stereotypical usamerican man's man who likes beer and cheeseburgers" Michael? We are holding hands. Baby I will drink beer and eat cheeseburgers with you whenever you want just say the fucking word ♡