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Sometimes I'll be like "teenaged nostalgia is colouring my perception and homestuck fic was not THAT good." And then I'll go and reread some homestuck fic and. Yeah. It was that good.
#homestuck fandom churned out insanely talented fic writers like fic writer churner machine and raised the standard of fanfiction to absurdly#high levels for me. they put something in the water idk#I've NEVER seen another fandom where the ceiling for fic quality is THAT high#batfandom and some parts of the genshin fandom comes close but that's like saying the tallest skyscraper is close to the ISS#like man. the amount of action-adventure novels that fandom was churning out on the daily. for free.#boggles the mind#oh wait actually classic good omens fandom also comes close#before the miniseries#i only specify this because i haven't read GO fic in 5 years so i don't know what's happening in that corner
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Lysistrata Vickers After Jessup's Death + Book Quotes (Ch. 17)
—The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)
#font = nouvelle vague.#realized that there was a distinct lack of Lysistrata gifsets so i decided to fix that and slapped this together#I feel like her lack of gifsets is a result of her limited screentime but also look how many felix gifsets there are (that's my fault tho)#I remember after I read the book I wished the movie was actually a miniseries so we could explore her more even before the movie was out#abyssal stuff#abyssal gifs#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#tbosas#thg series#gifset#gifs#lysistrata vickers#tbosasedit#thgedit#hunger games#tbosbas#the hunger games trilogy
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hey first actual post on this blog
it’s super fast and there’s a lot more going on so it’s hard to notice but. shoutout to simon gripping onto winter kings arm for support i thought it was cute
#another small thing i Love for no reason is uhh simon getting increasingly comfortable with wk constantly putting his hand on his shoulder-#-throughout the ep. like the first time he flinched and looks at his hand and later on he looks uneasy when he does that before pulling him-#-in and then he’s fine with it after it#ill talk later abt how wasted their relationship is bc it had to be rushed in a single episode of a miniseries and how the concept of them-#-would be absolutely incredible another time#adventure time#fionna and cake#simon petrikov#winter king#winterkov#simoncest#fionna and cake spoilers#mine
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i've seen so many people who are only just now reading the rvb fan guide for the first time and MAN i can only imagine what a feeling it must be. iread it so long ago... i have already memorized those ancient texts... can you IMAGINE getting to read "washed hands" for the first time again???? holy SHIT
#rvb#same goes for people who have seen the whole show but not the miniseries/psas...#every person who is an agent washington fan without having seen recovery one is an angel who is missing their wings#< mostly joking#but genuinely if you're a fan of the freelancers PLEASE go watch out of mind and recovery one immediately you will not regret it#york delta south and wash were literally all first introduced in those!! we had actually seen them before they joined the main series!!!!#the canon is a little wonky bc some details (mainly regarding the AI) have been changed since then but. man they're so good
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When I got annoyed enough to pay for Fable and Folly Plus (turns out I was already following like 80% of their current shows that aren't Actual Play so it's a good deal) that came with Midnight Burger advance episodes.
I think most shows that do advance access are either a day ahead, a week ahead, or "you get it as soon as it's done" ahead. MB does a month in advance. I thought I would hold on to them and listen as the regular feed would get them, and that lasted about a week and a half.
But it's kind of awkward trying to lurk and maybe participate in the tag here when I'm an episode ahead of most people.
#midnight burger#if bundled NPR Plus had done the full rollout two months earlier they might have gotten my money#but I listen to fewer of their shows and the ads aren't as bad#anyway the last straw for paying was that I missed downloading one episode of the Amelia Project Christmas miniseries#i knew they were going to take it down before i got there in the archive but I thought I'd downloaded them all only to realize I'd missed 1
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the real question is: are we ever going to get an anne of cleves biopic?
#like...not before time?#i could see a miniseries actually#or even longer depending on how ambitious#like her life takes us right into mary i's reign#she had a long life#i guess the thing just is...unfortunately#(and even those who had long lives insofar as *experience*-- anne boleyn )#the majority of the dramas of these women only focus on their time at henry viii's court or more specifically#with him#so (until tsp and then it was very brief) we don't have coa in the alhambra or ab at mechelen (except in documentaries-#even BSR began anne 'in france' circa cloth of gold#ostensibly bcus it is the earliest meeting the two ; henry and anne; could have had#lille is a possibility but . creep factor)#or anne of cleves at the swan castle or katherine howard at lambeth (well. the tudors. except it portrays it as some sort of victorian...#workhouse?)#and that anne of cleves time at henry viii's court was not especially 'sexy'#the majority of it being titled as some sort of maiden aunt to her former stepchildren
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My grandma's visiting and we started watching Anne with an E and let me tell you every episode brings with it something new that is causing me to go feral
#original post#Anne with an E#I've only seen four episodes but the amount of love present in this little family#and the way they frame the abuse Anne suffered before arriving in Avonlea#also it's been a while since I've read the books or seen the 80s miniseries but this Matthew is. the BEST Matthew.#Teddy Bear musings#I want to go into the tag to reblog certain things but I don't want to spoil myself so I'm refraining
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seeing people complain that the new idw sonic issue didn't have much going on plot wise . i guess that's true but is it not enough to just get an issue full of sonic and tails being cute siblings . i think that it is
#idk one of my favorite things about sonic is the characters and their relationships with eachother#so im fine with comic issues having simpler plots if they have really good character moments#but also isnt the main series going on hiatus for a few months until the fang miniseries is over#maybe its for the best that the last issue before that long break is a more casual story that wont leave us on a cliffhanger#idk i dont think anything here is very spoilery but ill tag just in case#idw sonic#idw sonic spoilers
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every time a tv show has less than 12 episodes per season an angel shits its own organs out and dies
#call it a miniseries if you must but like. this could be a movie#and it doesn't take advantage of the medium of tv!!! if the story isn't right for that format that's ok but you're not taking it to its ful#potential ya know?#I think this is because of like the binge watching model and having seasons short enough you can watch them in one sitting but hmmmm#I think there's already a word for that I cant put my finger on it#oh right#ITS A FUCKING MOVIE#even 12 episodes is like. kinda pushing it tbh#some shows do it well (madoka magica's pacing is great for example)#but like. I miss 20 episode seasons#not to mention some shows like precure that have been going on every week since before this trend started have 50 episodes per season#thats insane and absolutely not like a standard I'd hold anyone to but damn
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damp - hilldane drabble
for an anonymous ask || request an edit/drabble || i… don’t know what this is. i call it ‘rie accidentally projects a lot onto two characters simultaneously and accidentally makes herself cry’ and also 'rie needs to stop obsessing about keaton st james poems before they Consume her'
9 LINES ABOUT EITHER ROMANCE OR DEATH
The damp, damp dark seemed to find Andy always wanting, always in a limbo between humanity and something else. Something more, something less. A change, but never one big or small enough to be important.
Eddie sat by him, carving a stick with his knife, warm at Andy’s shoulder.
“Ya ever think love stories will be told about people like us?” He asked. Andy shrugged. He knew the answer that Eddie believed. The same one most men like them believed. A story that ain’t ever worth telling. That wasn’t the answer Andy wanted to give.
“Maybe one day.” He said, watching the way the wind shifted through the palm fronds, the men laughing and talking and playing around in the sand and around the camp. “If it’s a good story.”
Eddie snorted. His knife slipped, and he nicked the pad of his thumb. As he held it up to his lips to suck on the cut, he said, “or a tragic one.”
1. It guides our every action.
Andy walked in front of a tank, and didn’t have to turn around to know that Eddie would follow him. Like a soft string that was tethered to his heart with steel, he never had to think too hard about where Eddie would ever be.
He watched as Eddie bent over, pistol loose in his grip, and talked lowly to the army tanker. Andy didn’t need to see him to know how his eyes flashed on certain words, how his lips twisted around others.
Talkin’ and killin’. Sometimes Andy thought it might be the same deadly dance.
The army tanker bowed his head, and Eddie turned on his heel and back to their boys, gripping them by their arms, pulling them to their feet. Dusting them off, helping guide them Away.
Andy wondered if the seraphim of his mothers bible could even hold a candle to Eddie Jones.
He stood in front of the tank until Eddie was done. He watched the treads of the tank, its gun, the crew that he couldn’t see but stared down anyways.
He’d probably let the damn thing crush him, if it would buy Eddie more time, help more of their boys.
2. Do you remember when we rode the train home from the ocean with salt dried in our hair, and yet, somehow, your mouth still tasted so sweet as i kissed you goodnight on your porch? while the dark-winged sedges sang?
“C’mon, just one.”
“No,” Andy laughed, crossing his legs under him to sit in the shallow foxhole with Eddie, who's smile was wide and eyes even brighter. “You're drunk.”
Eddie laughed, and it was warm and free. “Turns out, the more Saki you drink, it does not taste better.” Andy smiled, leaning against loose dirt and feeling the warmth of the setting sun across his face.
“You know, I never would've guessed.” He said dryly. Eddie laughed again. He held the near-empty bottle by its glass neck, and extended it to Andy, shaking it slightly.
“Probably should drink some all the same, though.” He said, and Andy couldn't tell if his pupils swallowed his irises because of the drink or something else. “Just to make sure.”
“Nah.” Andy said lightly, in reference to the Saki. “I've got all the proof I need.”
Eddie smiled and, after looking over his shoulder as if a conspiracy, cheeks flushed red and eyes ink dark, he whispered, loudly, “just one kiss, huh, Skip? ‘M probably drunk enough that it's run off on you.”
Andy watched him seriously, if only for a moment, if only to see the way Eddie leaned against the shallow foxhole again and smiled at him with bitten-red lips and dark, happy eyes.
“Well, you could be stone-cold sober and I could still get drunk off you.” Is what he ended up saying, and Eddie's laugh was warm and bright and it made Andy want to reach for him.
“Hopefully I taste less shitty.” Is what Eddie said back, and drank the rest of the Saki in one go.
3. i dream about you all the time.
Eddie loved, loved, loved Australia, with such a fervor that Andy almost forgot about taking him back home entirely to focus instead on buying them a house Down Under.
They sat in a darker corner of the bar, other marines shouting and singing and drinking and dancing with laughing women.
Eddie sat with light eyes and a whiskey in front of him, running his index finger along the rim of its glass.
“I wonder what it's like in the middle of Australia.” Eddie said thoughtfully, his hand stilling. “I know it's wild, but I'd like to know how.”
Under the table, their knees knocked together, and Andy risked hooking his foot around Eddie's calf, downing the rest of his own drink. “I’d guess somewhat like how the west was, before Lewis and Clark got there.” He said, the whiskey burning down his throat and settling in his chest, curling around his heart.
Eddie hummed, finished off his own drink. “I heard from a woman at a corner shop that they tried to send their own Lewis and Clark out there.” He said. “But nature doesn't want them out there. It's just… meant to be wild. Meant to be sand and dark and stars.”
Andy thought about that, for a moment. About a place that can’t be tamed by man, not really. Not like back home, in Lawrence, or even like their camps along every island the Marine Corps sends them to. Just really, truly wild. Home to no one but itself and those who were there first.
“It sounds nice.” He said.
“Yeah.” Eddie said back.
He downed the rest of his whiskey in one go, picked up his and Andy’s empty glasses and tilted them towards the door. Andy huffed, pushing his chair out and standing up.
“Thought I was the one that made orders.” He said dryly. Eddie smiles, small and barely there, the corner of his mouth ticking up and his eyes brilliantly, brilliantly bright.
“Yeah.” He said, slowly. Like a joke. “Don’t get too used to that, Skip.”
4. i’m so constantly hungry sometimes i feel as if i’m nothing but ache
They traded the cigarette back and forth, and it was gone entirely too quickly.
Andy turned to watch Eddie, just out of the corner of his eye, just like he always did, and watched him stub the smoke out against a rock.
“You did what you had to do.” Andy said softly.
The sun, still sleeping along the horizon, wasn't showing herself. In her absence, shadows stretched across Eddie's face, making him seem older. Haggard.
“I know.” He said. His voice was quiet, his voice slightly off. He swayed slightly, where he rested on his knees, and scrubbed a hand down his face.
Andy turned to face him fully. Eddie was close enough that he could reach the hand not covering his eyes easily, tangling their fingers together and linking their pinkies.
“When this is over,” He said, “I'm going to take you to the park just outside my neighborhood, and we can watch the sunset there instead, and not worry about this. About any of this.”
From the way Eddie looked at him, Andy knows he didn't believe him. He still tightened his grip in Andy’s hand.
“Yeah.” He said. His voice was rough, like he'd been crying. He'd given his entrenching tool to Andy – it still had blood and brain matter across the flat edge of it – and wouldn't take it back. They both knew the boys were worried now, about having nightmares. They were having their buddies wake them up every fifteen minutes, so they couldn't fall too deep into it.
Eddie didn't say anything else, but Andy nodded anyway.
“One day,” He said, “I'm going to take you home. And you don't have to believe it, because I do.”
He went back to watching the sunrise, and smiled when he felt Eddie's chapped lips press to his knuckles.
5. every sentence i try to write starts with you and ends with my heart wanting to burst open, less like gates during a flood and more like a peach growing on the vine. so ripe, so ready for the fall.
“I read the book about Huck Finn, once.” Eddie said, one day, while they led their platoon down a water-swollen, muddy crevice. He was quiet, after that, and Andy looked at him sideways, keeping his eyes on his feet and the treacherous path in front of them.
“Yeah?” Andy asked, after a moment, to prompt him. Eddie blinked, like he'd forgotten he'd spoken at all, but nodded after a moment.
“Yeah.” He confirmed. “When I was thirteen. It was hard as all hell to read, it took me almost a year to get through the damn thing. But I read it. Was real proud, too. Gettin’ through that big book like that.”
“Yeah.” Andy said, trying to remember anything about the book. He'd read it, what seemed like ages ago, but trying to remember its contents or words was like trying to recall the face of a long gone childhood friend. No memory, only feelings. “Did you like it?”
Eddie was quiet again.
When he finally spoke, his eyes stayed on the ground, boots sinking four or five inches into the mud with every squelching step. “I did.” He said, vague. “But my daddy—”
He stopped, face doing something complicated, one of his hands twitching on his rifle as if, by habit, to have fingertips ghost along a scar.
Andy half-turned, looking over his shoulder and counting the helmets behind him. He counted them one more time before turning back again. By the time he did so, Eddie’s expression had smoothed back out, eyes ahead.
“He wasn't as proud that I'd read that book as I was.” He said, quietly. “He didn't — I guess he didn't much like what… what Huck Finn was. Or maybe how Tom Sawyer was. I don't know.”
Andy was quiet. He didn't say sorry. He knew Eddie hated that.
“I'll have to read it again sometime.” Is what he said, after a long moment. “So we can talk about it.”
Eddie huffed a soft laugh, and Andy, as always, was angry so quickly it made his head hurt.
He imagined a thirteen-year-old Eddie Jones, reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn whenever and wherever he could, a finger tracking the words and his mouth moving silently around them, working steadily through the pages, sentence by sentence.
He imagined the kind of father who couldn't be so goddamn proud of his son for that, who wouldn't be able to see much past his own beliefs, like rotting teeth in a crying child's mouth. He felt, rather guiltily, a wave of gratefulness towards his own father at the thought.
The anger passed as quick as it came. It always did.
“I'd like that.” Eddie said, and Andy tried to remember what they were talking about, in the split second he'd gone somewhere else. “I'd like to talk about Huck Finn with you.”
Andy wished he could let go of his rifle for just a split second, if not to just knock his knuckles against Eddie's.
“I bet I could scrounge one up by next week.” He said instead, just to see Eddie's mouth curl into a smile, and it would have to be enough.
6. i bring up your name any time i eat black raspberry ice cream with someone who isn’t you.
“I'm a shitty writer.” Eddie began out of nowhere, and Andy looked up from where he was trying to clean clotting sand out of his rifle barrel. Eddie wasn't looking at him, his face turned towards the blood-red sun.
“You're not so bad.” Andy said. Eddie wasn't, was the thing, for all he pretended to be illiterate. It made boys with similar experiences, like Snafu Shelton, laugh; and boys like Eugene Sledge, with enough money to drown in, uncomfortable.
It just made Andy smile.
Then again, everything that Eddie did made Andy smile.
“I can't spell for shit.” Eddie said. “You're the only one that can read my handwriting.”
That, at least, was true. Andy shrugged.
“I like rewriting your reports.” He said. Eddie waved a hand, dismissive.
“Whatever.” He said. “The letters are always fucking moving around, that’s their fuckin’ problem.” Andy smiled. He looked back down to his rifle and continued to unclog it. “My point is that I can't write a letter to save my life.”
Andy shrugged again, but kept his eyes focused on the rifle stock. “I can write a letter for you, if you want.” He offered. Eddie snorted.
“Nah.” He said. “I'm just… well, I’m glad that we're together, here. You know? Because if we weren't, I'd want to write you a letter, and then you'd just be wondering who in the hell gave their blind chicken a pencil.”
Andy’s chest felt warm, like there was hot coffee spreading throughout his veins, and he huffed. “Your writing isn't that bad.” He said.
Eddie turned to look back at him, for the first time, and the bright horizon dyed the side of his face a brilliant orange. His lips were twisted into their same ever smile.
“No.” He said. “But I'm glad it doesn't need to get better. I'm glad I have you for that.”
And with that, he went back to watching the sunset and Andy went back to his rifle.
Eddie leaned against him, when it was too dark to do anything but be quiet and sleep. Andy took his hands and pressed his lips to his fingers and thanked God that he was able to translate what they were able to show.
There were no artillery barrages, no death, that night. It felt like God had heard him.
8. do you remember when we went running through the wet city streets late at night, how we glowed rose-pink in the shop-lights. how we held hands and laughed and thought we’d never feel this happy again?
“D’you think he'll be alright?” Andy whispered into the dark, Eddie's curls brushing warmly against his jaw.
Eddie shifted against him, head resting on Andy’s shoulder, and said, “I don't know.”
Andy stared straight ahead. Both of Eddie's hands were tangled with one of his, and he brought his other hand around to run his index finger along the ridges of the others knuckles. “I've never seen it that bad, before.” He murmured.
Eddie sighed. It was weary, and heavy, and Andy closed his eyes to the melody of it and thought of their park, the one that Eddie's never even been to. It only helps somewhat.
“What matters,” Eddie said, slowly, like he was waiting for Andy to really understand what he was saying before he continued, “is that you got him off the line. Better for him, better for the other boys.”
Andy lifted their tangled mess of hands from his lap, resting his forehead against them. Eddie shifted against his shoulder to press a kiss to his jawline.
“Maybe countin’ blankets is like counting sheep.” He said, and Andy leaned further into him. Eddie bore the weight without any effort, but Andy still worried about it being too much. He always worried about it being too much.
That's what causes combat exhaustion. That's what causes men to break apart and start counting things they couldn't see.
“Eddie.” He said, just to say it, against the back of Eddie's hands, to his calloused fingers and warm skin. Eddie's hands tightened around his.
“I know.” Eddie murmured back. “But it's… it's okay. We're… we're right here, you know? Right here together. Here and in the park and wherever else. It’s okay.”
Andy didn't say anything. He just turned his head and buried his face in Eddie's hair, rough with ocean spray and curled with humidity.
9. it consumes us.
As Andy turned around, he almost knew what he was doing. The rational part of him knew that no one would be there, just at his shoulder. Not ever again.
Least, no one he could ever know and love the same.
But the rational part of him died two days ago.
So Andy turned around anyway, maybe wanting to say something over his shoulder to someone that wasn’t there, and between one split second and another that never came, he could almost see Eddie over his shoulder, eyes intent and bright. Could almost feel his hand in his.
#rie writes#hi and welcome to rie doesn’t know a lot about the pacific so she makes shit up to be sad some more#i hope this is ok anon because i sort of took your ask and fucking BOOKED it#anyways i did No research before writing this so everything is either shit i a) made up or b) was in the miniseries#or c) i read it in a fic somewhere i don’t remember#the pacific#hilldane#andyeddie#andrew ack ack haldane#eddie hillbilly jones#hillbilly jones#hbo war
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A selection of shitposts from when I realized I could use picture-in-picture for evil.
#I don't even know if I want to tag with the characters this it's all silly and low effort but like#for the record I made the darcy and wentworth jokes before the love letter scene aired so the vindication was great#ed would be such a sucker for austen heroes#depression barbie is gonna watch the pride & prejudice miniseries for the seventh time#queue#ofmd
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I think the reason I like the 5 Eccentrics so much is that it's just such a good depiction of the….variety of friendship. Because it was a group literally created to be destroyed. It was, in other words, a forced union of 5 people who might have never or barely interacted. Yet even with that, even knowing that, they all chose to have a meaningful friendship with each other - they chose to be friends and remain friends even if their union was forced, even if the very reason that they met was to be taken down. It's almost the arranged marriage trope but it wouldn't work as well like marriage because it really isn't that. It's like the family system (brought together by chance and a common identity) but it's still different. Because they didn't HAVE to be friends even if sharing the same label, because they didn't have to keep sticking around each other and become a real family. They chose to be friends in spite of all odds, chose to be grateful even amidst their destruction, and forged a precious bond that not even their predetermined fall could break and in this essay I will -
#fandom spamdom#enstars#ensemble stars#stuff i say#welcome to the inevitable five eccentrics post that i finally made you may move along now#BUT NO FOR REAL YOU GUYS IM SO OUGH OVER THE FRIENDSHIPS IN ENSTARS#for all the crazy that goes on in the story the friendships and the brotherhood (or siblinghood in some cases) is just so -#i dont even know the characters that well but i could go on forever about the amagis or sakumas or aoi twins#and maybe add a dash of the tsukasa-oukawa cousinhood while we're at it#and thats not even mentioning himeru and his brother#but the eccentrics have had me in a chokehold ever since the anime and the element miniseries and they havent let me go#its about connections that were forced but bonds that were forged instead#its about being thrust into the fire together and deciding to be the cooling water for each other instead of keeping a distance from them#its about friendship and family and realising theyre human because they found people like their own selves#and it messes me up how they also found people to establish their humanity with asides from each other#idk how to explain it because they always talk about how they werent very human before while im shaking them....#...because you guys WERE human. you ARE human. you have always been human but never treated as such...#....andfjaisojr eifowjifjsof eive lost coherence#i swear enstars hasnt made me go on about the human condition and the philosophy of humanity#i was already like this before the game#also i just find it so fascinating how the stories establish each of the idol boys' humanity....#....but at the same time the art and the very nature of the industry theyre participating in also kind of forces them to keep it under wrap#(like come on. even the name idols is so compelling...things made by man but revered as gods and potentially more fallible than man etc)#anyway disclaimer that these are all my opinions etc..
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if you've ever had an opinion on a book: don't bother. go away and become a published novelist first. then we'll talk.
#i'm sorry i don't want to be mean this is just really funny to me#you must go away and create your own miniseries before you can have thoughts about popular media#those are the rules
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reread X-Men Forever and FotHX twice this week just to piece it all together. Kieron is at his most dense and opaque and I can't tell if it's time crunch and editorial pressure, or if he's just indulging in his all of his most Gillenish instincts at the end of things.
#the dialogue and tone are so quintessentially Gillen that I suspect he's just not editing himself. Which is fine idgaf Ewing did the same#thing in Resurrection. If they're gonna make you wrap your shit up in a miniseries before tossing this whole era in a trash can and lightin#it on fire you may as well go off the rails w/ it
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im so scared of the last episode of the miniseries
#hfjone#i did not go into the miniseries expecting a satisfying ending btw dont get the wrong idea#becsuse thats obviously not what one aims to do but GOD i just want something good to happen to these people#someone theorized its gonna end eith everyone being presumed dead#bc the next episode will likely come out on the 15th#which is a day before the report about liam being presumed dead is issued#and its so plausible and im very scared#because idk if i can handle anymore heartbreak from this series after one 18#anyways my prediction is that the series will end with ava calling her lovely wife (voiced by me)
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google search how do i keep my current obsession and bring in a second obsession at the same time without having a whole breakdown about """losing""" the current thing to the next thing
#you think id learn after 8.5 goddamn years of being in fandom#that joining/rejoining a fandom#does Not make me stop liking the old one#like i would go ape shit and obsess again if some new ut/dr stuff released#i would go ape shit and obsess again if they made a new steven universe miniseries/movie/etc#i would go ape shit and obsess again if a new season of infinity train came out#i would legit Die if hiveswap act 3 came out. even before i started getting back into homestuck#i bought a fullmetal alchemist pop figure that was on clearance the other day. shes not even one of my favs#hell i was never properly into the portal fandom but i still go FUCKING BONKERS whenever i see portal shit anywhere#its literally fiiiiiiinnneeeee#i should know by now that it's not that i lose the fandom#it's that when there's not a lot of new shit for a while i dont have fuel for the autism fire#there hasnt been much new sonic stuff relatively for the past few months. which comes after there's been SO MUCH lately before then#small wonder that i'd be gnawing at my leg figuratively for something new to do#which. apparently is making a sonic+homestuck crossover???? whatever lmao
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