#but like she’s so justified in her feelings and actions

[shitpostingsapphic]

You know a character is overhated when people have to make up shit that didn't happen on order to justify that hatred.

"Caitlyn gassed the whole city of Zaun" wrong. She uses the grey as a weapon to incapacitate the chembarons in their hideouts, specifically. The montage SHOWS us this. She does this in a strike team she creates as a means to avoid an all out invasion led by the Noxian forces, which would have meant the deaths of several innocents. Even if the grey might have spread minutely to affect civilians, the chances are slim, and the grey is nothing more than factory smaug. Objectively, a handful of civilians breathing factory smaug for a brief amount of time is worlds better than numerous innocent people dying. Even in her rage, Caitlyn knows mercy.

And I guess these same people falsely overstating Caitlyn's actions don't want to talk about Jinx using gas bombs indiscriminately on the entirety of Piltover, intentionally harming innocent civilians. Or that her fishbones blast ALSO killed innocents.

No, I guess we only want to talk about the intentional harming of innocent people if it's Caitlyn doing it, and you have to outright lie about her intentions and the severity of which she acts in order to do so.

And the thing is, when you do shit like this, it makes it impossible to talk about other characters, like Jinx, their faults, their good and bad, without then making others assume that their character deserves hate the way you hate Caitlyn. I love Jinx. She's a fantastically written character. But I call out her actions and the way she harms others and you assume I'm calling her a bad character undeserving of an audience's love, right? The way you are with Caitlyn?

Arcane is supposed to be a show where we're able to discuss the spectrum of morality. And it's actually done phenomenally well, but people like you want to look at things in a very black and white way. You're looking at it on a class based system. If someone is from Piltover, no good deeds they do can be considered if they do something bad. If they're from Zaun, every evil thing they do must be defended in some way. Because privilege and oppression are the ultimate markers of good and evil to you. There's no complexity to be had there for you. People of privilege can't feel pain. Oppressed people can't cause pain.

It's narrow minded.

I love Arcane because we CAN discuss this complexity that exists. And I guess it makes sense why you hate season 2, because it made it impossible for you to stay with your narrow minded way of thinking.

[aboutcustardcreams]

I truly love your agathrio x reader stories 💕, is there anyway to get a continuation after motherhood. To see what happens with Nicky and how they all manage to keep going on with their lives together or separate. Again really love your work❤️❤️❤️❤️

Action and Reaction (1)

Summary: The ritual of resurrection begins. Everything seems to be going smoothly, but will it last?

Enjoy it witches, and happy New Year <3

previous chapter

Agatha slowly lifted her face from Nicky’s chest to look at you. Her eyes were so red and puffy, she struggled to see through. “Please, hurry– please–” the desperation in her tone shattered your already broken heart. 

Swallowing, you nodded shakingly, “I-I’m doing it as fast as I can, Agatha.” 

You haven’t let yourself grieve for a second, working restlessly instead, with your fingers tracing runes meant to bless your spell, and act as protection, too. 

Your lover bit the inside of her cheek, glancing between you and Nicky. A whirlwind of thoughts going on inside her head. This was it, the moment of truth. 

Rio had taken the boy, just as she had promised she would. Yet, even with the warning, the moment struck like a thief in the night. None of you were truly prepared for it, despite having known from the day he was born, Nicky was destined to die. When Rio reversed the incantation and her magic hurled you and Agatha back into your bodies, both of you fell into a heavy, dreamless, cursed sleep. It was during that span of time that Lady Death claimed your son, slipping away into the shadows before you could awaken. 

You sniffled and wiped at your tear-streaked face with the back of your hand. You felt guilty, incredibly so. Had Nicky been scared? Had he tried to call out for you and Agatha, when Rio showed up? Had he cried? Only a couple of hours prior, when you met Rio, she had assured you that her intentions were to talk to you and Agatha only. Nicky didn’t have much longer to live, but she hadn’t shown up to take him away. That’s what she said. And like a fool, you’d believed her. How stupid had you been. Rio had had the audacity to meet your gaze and Agatha’s and feed you lies with such disarming ease that it made you want to double over and retch. 

“I can’t believe she did that–” you choked on an angry sob. Agatha lifted her chin to meet your gaze. Big tears were streaming down your face without rest. There was dirt in your fingers as you scraped through the soil; some on your face too as you kept wiping at it. “Fuck— we knew it was meant to happen, but she said–” you exhaled shakingly and shook your head in disbelief. “She said she only wanted to talk. That she wouldn’t take him tonight.”

Agatha’s jaw tightened, a shadow passed through her once bright blue eyes. Her brows furrowed as she wondered if you hated Rio now, if you were capable of feeling such hatred for a woman that for centuries, you loved so deeply. 

“She made her choice,” her voice came out in a low, raspy whisper. 

Narrowing your eyes at her, your hands stilled on your knees. Chest rising and falling heavily, as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in your lungs. 

“And I made mine. She is dead to me.” 

You blinked away more tears, biting down on your trembling lip as you nodded to yourself. There was no justifying Rio’s actions, not this time. She had lied to you. She made you believe Nicky still had time, but instead, she took him away. And what’s worse, she deprived you and Agatha of the chance to stay with him, to hold him and tell him to not be afraid, because you’d have saved him. In the end, you’d have brought him back, despite Rio’s warning. 

“What are these for?–” Agatha began, eyes trying to decipher the meaning of the runes, you so meticulously drew around her and Nicky. “It’s the first time you use runes to perform the ritual.” 

You hummed with a nod, moving a strand of hair from your face. “You’re right. Consider this as a little upgrade,” despite the slight waver in your voice, it didn’t lack playful determination. “I mean to contact my lineage to gather as much power as possible,” you continued. Agatha’s brows furrowed. You meant ‘gather’ as in.. ‘take’? “Not that mine isn’t enough. But I’m not taking any chances tonight. I need all the help I can get.”

Agatha’s hands tightened around Nicky’s body, as she processed your words. In her eyes you spotted a silent warning, though. She knew better than anyone else what came with turning into a succubus. You weren’t one, but she was. And while she was used to the feeling, you weren’t. And that could be overwhelming if not handled wisely. Dangerous, too. 

“I beg you to be careful, my love.” 

You nodded, a gentle smile crossing your lips, as you reached out to cup her damp, pale cheek, “I’ll only take what they offer. Not a touch beyond that.”

She leaned into your touch and tried to reciprocate your smile. 

She couldn’t shake off the fear caused by Rio’s words from earlier. If you pursued this pact, your life would be the one at the stake. And though she thought of you as one of the strongest witches ever encountered, one that could easily overcome any challenges thrown at you, a part of her still wondered if your power could ever outmatch Rio’s, or that of the Fates themselves. She took a silent vow, a witch vow, exactly on that full moon night, of which you knew nothing about, but in all honestly you didn’t need to. From that moment on, it was her job to make sure you would be protected from whatever curse or evil would come your way once the ritual was completed. 

“Tell me about the passages,” she demanded, concern lacing her tone. “Everything. I need to know everything.”

Gently, you placed a hand behind Agatha’s neck, drawing her closer until the warmth of her skin and the familiar, comforting scent of her surrounded your senses. You breathed her in, then soothed the panicked frame of mind she was in, with a tender kiss on the tip of her nose. 

“Here’s the plan,” you began, in a soft and calming tone. “You know, Nicky is part of us, but due to his unfortunate condition at birth, he never managed to develop any powers as he should have-”, you pointed out. Agatha’s lashes fluttered, as she mirrored your exact sense of guilt. “It was his right, as the son of witches to be born with magic, whether it came from me, you or…Rio.”

A pause followed. You bowed your head and glanced over at your son. When you reached out to touch his cheekbone, your breath hitched at how unnaturally cold it felt. 

Your voice wavered, “I’m not going to just bring him back as a mortal. No, that wouldn’t be enough,” you angrily wiped at your eyes again. “That would have been enough once, but now–” a humourless scoff slipped from your lips. “Now I want more. More for him, for you and for me.”

Agatha held her breath as she listened to you. The way your demeanor had changed since your last encounter with Rio was something she imagined could happen to her but never to you. And that could only fuel her hatred for Rio for the things she did and how deeply they affected you. 

“I’m done doing what it’s expected of me. My power is mine and mine alone to control. Nobody will dictate how I use it anymore. So, here’s what I’m gonna do– I’ll seal this ritual with blood magic, and when I’m done, Nicky will rise stronger than ever before.”

Agatha appeared conflicted, her gaze dropped to Nicky. You meant to perform a kind of magic among the most dangerous. She knew where you had read of it: the Darkhold, but she never thought your intention was that of using it for Nicky someday. If the spell succeeded, the child would inherit your power and the lifespan of a true witch. But all magic demanded a price, and the cost of this spell… even Agatha, with all her knowledge, couldn’t foresee it. 

Your breath hitched, your chest tightened as you muttered, “please, tell me you’re okay with that–” 

Agatha’s eyes met yours again. She exhaled softly through her nose, her shoulders easing ever so slightly. “I won’t tell you how to use your power. Not that I ever did,” she began, a faint glimmer of amusement flickering in her eyes, a spark you couldn’t help but mirror despite the tension. Her voice softened as she continued, a raw honesty breaking through. “All I want is you and Nicky by my side. Both healthy and happy and– if by doing this, I get that, so be it,” she reached for your hand, before squeezing it, while the other was still tangled in Nicky’s hair. “Save our son.”

You nodded quietly, then. Nothing would stop you now. Agatha’s blessing was all you needed  So screw the Fates, and screw Rio, 

Agatha’s eyes landed on you as you let go of her hand, to press both palms over the soil, fingertips scraping a bit, as if to grab onto something. 

Taking in a long breath, you bowed your head and started your invocation. 

I call upon Drusilla, Lysandra and Talìa, keepers of forbidden knowledge, and therefore hanged by the ignorant. I call upon Elara, Calysta and Fenra, whose visions guided their coven, and bend the veil between life and death. 

The spirits of your ancestors channeled their energy, the earth beneath you trembling with their power, while a gentle wind swept through your hair. The silver hue of your magic mingled with the black of your sisters’, blending seamlessly as if it was meant to be. At that point, magic crawled out of your digits, flowing like a viscous substance towards the runes you carved in the dirt. 

Agatha’s breath hitched, her arms instinctively tightening around Nicky. 

The circle surrounding her flared to life, each rune glowing brighter as the names you summoned answered your plea. But her focus shifted when she noticed the glow wasn’t limited to the runes, you were glowing too.

“You look…” Agatha began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Gorgeous.” 

Your eyes snapped open, and glazed down at your hands, then back at Agatha. 

“Woah this… this feels good.” Flexing your fingers, you let out a breathless, almost disbelieving chuckle. 

“Are you really okay?” 

You scooted closer to them, nodding promptly. “Yeah– it feels like nothing can stop me now that I’ve got my sisters’ blessing,” you explained with a smile. “I can feel them. They– they want to help me save our son.” 

Agatha reciprocated your smile. “What are you gonna do now?”

Glancing down at your son, your brows furrowed slightly, “I need to make a small cut over his palm.”

Agatha’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, her protective instincts flaring, as she guarded you. “Okay, yeah–”

“It’s gonna be over soon,” you reassured her. 

She nodded her head, without adding another word. 

You reached down, pulling the blade from its hidden sheath in your boot, its cool metal settling heavily in your right hand. Agatha gently lifted Nicky’s palm then, holding it steady despite her own shaking. 

The knife felt impossibly heavy in your grip. 

When the blade met his tender, unblemished skin, a sharp pain lanced through you, as though the cut was your own. 

Agatha clenched her eyes shut, her shoulders trembling as new tears streaked her face, falling as quickly as Nicky’s fresh droplets of blood. 

“Okay,” you sniffled, your voice cracking as you tutted as if Nicky could hear you. “Now it’s mama’s turn.” 

Less gently, as if you wanted to punish yourself for what happened, you sliced your own palm, and hissed at the pain it unfolded. 

Blood dripped from your wound, but along with it, there was something else too, your magic, both black and silver pouring down like summer rain. You took in a deep breath before pressing that same palm against Nicky’s injured one. 

Fili mi, redi ad me. Renuntia morti et vitam a me accipe. Repere ex tenebris et proditione. Ut magia sanguinis sit benedictio et non maledictio. 

Agatha’s eyes snapped wide open the moment she realized something. Nicky’s lifeless form remained heavy in her arms, but something was changing. 

His once cold body now felt warmer—

 “Yes-” She breathed out. “I think it’s working. Keep going! Keep going!”  

The air around him seemed to shift, a faint, gentle breeze stirring his long, tousled brown hair. Your breath quickened, your entire body tingled. 

“He’s coming back to us,” you answered, his skin matching yours as it glowed. “I can feel him…,” you glanced down at him, hope flickering in your orbs. 

Agatha watched you lower yourself, your lips brushing against the tip of his nose, then to each of his cheeks, no longer cold.  

When you cupped his face, his mouth parted a bit, as if his lungs were claiming the first, second breath of air. You’d be the one giving him that. Nicky flinched in Agatha’s arms, the moment you -ever so gently- blew into his mouth, and then whispered one last spell. 

Vitalum, vitalis.

*

Present Time

“Impressing, isn’t it?” Teen asked as he guarded your side profile. 

You nodded weakly, an expression of pure stupor settled on your face, as you kept your chin up in awe, “yeah, definitely.”

Agatha was a couple of steps ahead of you, her face unreadable, as she studied the trees, the leaves, and the path stretching before you. On a silver lining, you outrun the Salem Seven, and had an entire coven as back up just in case, they would show up again. Which was very likely, all things considered. The downside was that Agatha had still no magic and was probably going to be pretty grumpy for the time being. 

“Is it how you remember it, Agatha?” Lilia asked her. 

She looked at you, and then at the older witch, with a hum that sounded rather indecisive. A fake smile stretched on her lips. “More or less. Quite a bit chillier, though.”

“I can light a fire,” Alice suggested casually. 

Agatha scrunched up her nose as first response. “No, we should get going. We can take a break further on.”

You dew closer, your fingers brushed against hers, “going where?”

“Well, down the Road, silly–” she quipped, her voice light, definitely fake. If you didn’t know Agatha, you might think she wasn’t worried at all—that she even had some grand plan to get over every trial. But you knew better.

Sighing, you cocked an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, silly me indeed.” You trailed off, with your fingers tapping playfully at her arm, you caught the way her tongue pressed against her cheek. A tell that she was trying to keep her nerves in check. So like Agatha. 

Glancing around, you noted the others were too preoccupied with observing the surroundings to pay attention. Taking the chance, you gently pulled Agatha aside, against an ancient tree. 

“Do you think this is really the Road?” 

“How would I know that?” she snapped, though her tone was hushed. “It appeared out of nowhere–” 

You flinched at her sharpness. You scoffed. “Well, I’m sorry if I’m worried,” you averted your gaze from her and crossed your arms over your chest, defensively. 

Agatha sighed at the sight of you. Her gaze softened and a pout formed to her lips. “No, don’t apologize–” her arm draped around your middle. The movement unraveled you, your arms falling to your sides like thawing ice. You’d always melt for her, it wasn’t even a question. “I am sorry,” she said quietly, but sincerely, her head tilting to meet your eyes. “I shouldn’t have snapped. I’m worried too, but I cannot let it show…”

You followed her gaze as she motioned at the other witches with her eyes. “They think I have all the answers, that I know where this road leads and how to get them to the end in one piece. If we break the act now, it’ll all fall apart. We can’t let that happen.”

You nodded your head, exhaling softly. “You’re right–” a sheepish smile crossed your lips. “I freaked out for a minute, but I’m all good now. I promise.”

A hum slipped from your lover’s lips, both thoughtful and amused, as she pulled you closer. With her front pressed against hers, she brushed her lips to your forehead. Her eyes fell shut, as she inhaled in your scent, silently praying to whoever was listening to keep you safe. “It’s okay. None of us expected such a thing.” 

If this was really the Witches’ Road, it meant that there was a trial waiting for each of them, and there was no guarantee of surviving. Agatha remembered Teen’s words, regarding the road. At its end– if you survive, the thing you most desire awaits for you. Such a simple premise: all you had to do was make it through. As if survival were child’s play. Agatha’s frustration clawed at her throat, threatening to erupt in a scream, but she swallowed it down and smiled instead. 

“Don’t wander off.” Her thumb traced soothing circles against your side. “Stay close to me. Always.”

You chuckled to yourself, then clicked your tongue in a teasing way. “I should be the one saying that to you.”

She dropped her eyes, the angles of her lips curled down. You sighed, immediately regretting your wording choice. “Hey– you’ll get it back. One way or another. I’ll make sure of it.” 

She nodded reluctantly, “I know. I just hate feeling this useless. ” Depending on other witches for her safety was a bitter pill to swallow. She didn’t mind you, obviously, considering all the things you went through, together. 

Your eyes rolled dramatically, “you’re not useless, Aggie. Don’t say that.” 

“Right now, I am,” her voice was laced with bitterness and annoyance. 

You shook your head again and poked at her chest. “No,” you insisted. “Don’t make me blast you.”

An amused grin tugged at her lips. matching yours, “don’t threaten me with a good time, love.”

You chuckled again, Agatha’s fingers drummed over your hips teasingly, “you love it.” 

“I love you ,” her answer was so prompt, it made your stomach flip. Hadn’t it been for her hands steading you, your knees would have given in. 

You reached out, your fingers playing with the tips of her long curly hair. “I love you too,” you whispered, pressing a small, delicate kiss to the corner of her mouth. 

“Are you two done with the flirting?” Jen asked, interrupting your moment. 

Agatha rolled her eyes with a grunt. 

You turned around, tongue darted over your lips as you tutted teasingly, “why, Kale? Feeling left out?” Agatha still had one arm wrapped around your waist. Her possessiveness was driving you wild. In the best way possible, obviously. However, this was absolutely the wrong place and the worst possible time for your thoughts to wander in that direction.

Jen’s face turned crimson, “Pfft- don’t be ridiculous!”

Agatha’s amusement flickered away, the moment you slipped out of her grasp. “Hey!” she snapped, her tone halfway between a scold and a whine.

You shot her a cheeky grin and winked. “Before you two start another round of bickering, I suggest we get moving.” 

Without waiting for a response, you strode up the Road, taking the lead as the other witches exchanged glances before trailing after you. 

Agatha hesitated for only a moment, before quickening her pace to catch up and be next to you. Leaning in close, her breath tickled your ear as she whispered, “What part of ‘stay close to me’ wasn’t clear?” 

You glanced at her with playful affection, “feeling clingy, Aggie?” 

“Clingy?” She scoffed, blowing a raspberry. “What’s that? I’m not clingy.” 

A soft laugh slipped from your lips that only served to quicken Agatha’s heartbeat. “I’m protecting you. There’s a difference,” she insisted, matter of factly. 

You rolled your tongue, before adding, “protect me all you want, my love. And oh, while you’re at it, don’t forget to hold my hand.” 

Agatha rolled her eyes, but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. With a huff that was far too soft to be genuine, she grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, “only because it makes Jen uncomfortable.”

You nodded, unconvinced. “It’s surely the only reason,” you hummed, with a smile.

[memezs-corner-of-the-osc]

Memez’s theory and analysis ramble #1:

I’ve been thinking about TPOT 15 for a while so I’ll just dump my thoughts here.

Heavy spoilers for the episode below:

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So to start with Two thinks Gaty legitimately doesn’t exist anymore due to the timelines shifting.

I theorise that this move by One was specifically just to get to Two’s head, he’s been shown to mask and have false positivity at times in the past.

They were only really balanced out by Gaty giving them a safe space to talk about things, now that they think she doesn’t exist reality is fully hitting them and they feel alone.

My prediction Two is either going to be heavily depressed, mask or have someone else host next episode.

(Side note but I feel like this is less a case of One wanting Twos power and more pettiness for something that happened in the past.)

The other thing I want to talk about is Pencil, this scene in particular.

This scene is probably one of the most important scenes in relation to her and probably my favourite scene in the episode.

It shows so much, what I’ve been able to analyse is over the 6 years in the exit Pencil has overthought her mistakes that lead her in there to the point of depression which turned into self deprecation.

She desperately wants to fix things and for things to go back to the way they were, for her mistakes to not exist anymore and for her to still have a friend group.

She tried redeeming herself in the exit by being a leader there but ultimately felt like a failure for not being the “heroic leader to save the day.”.

All the exit did for her was make her mental health worse, by now she associates the exit with getting eliminated in general due to trauma so she’s fixating on winning by any means necessary.

In that way “I can’t go back there” has a double meaning, she can’t go back to the exit for her sanity and she can’t go back to her older era of her life as much as she wants to.

My theory on why Golf Ball looked scared is it wasn’t because of Pencil herself, it was because in that moment she realised what Pencil could be capable of doing with time travel in the equation.

She’s the one who could have caused by far the most damage to the timeline in TPOT 15.

And yet with all that you can’t really fully justify her actions, it’s amazing writing and I really want to see where they go with it.

Sooooooo yea, that was the ramble so thanks for reading ^_^!

[dollgxtz]

As someone who just had a baby half a year ago, I cannot imagine MC running and doing all this so far along omg lol, she’s built entirely different ig!

But I’m curious about her headspace. I was in an abusive relationship for months upon months and regardless of the abuse, I was aware that he loved me in his own twisted way. What is stopping MC from believing it? I have a psych degree so I just wanna get your perspective because realistically to her it should now be obvious he does love her and that he does love the baby, but in MC’s perspective she always thinks “as if he actually cares” or “as if he’s actually being genuine” regardless of the fact that he kidnapped her and such. We know from Sylus’ perspective that he is genuine. Her acknowledging he loves her wouldn’t be stockholm syndrome, she wouldn’t need to reciprocate. So basically I’m asking you like (if it’s not a spoiler), why is she so reluctant to believe his love when it’s so blatantly clear?

First I just wanna say it’s cool as shit someone with a psyche degree is reading His Watchful Eye!! If you have any other thoughts or questions I would love to answer them!!

In my head she wasn’t really running that well, even just walking with a belly can be very awkward and difficult, but being so pumped with adrenaline helped her out a little 😆

Now to answer your question…Reader’s reluctance to fully believe Yan!Sylus’s love comes down to how impossible it feels to reconcile his actions with the concept of love. To her, love is supposed to mean trust, respect, and freedom—all of which Yan!Sylus has repeatedly violated. While she might recognize the care and affection he shows in his own twisted way, she resists letting herself believe it’s genuine. A part of her assumes that completely trusting him would only leave her more vulnerable, or worse, complicit in justifying his actions.

That said, her resistance isn’t entirely logical. There’s something deeper, something she refuses to fully confront. Despite everything Yan!Sylus has done, his words, his actions, and even his obsessive devotion have managed to carve their way into her thoughts. Reader doesn’t want to admit it—not even to herself—but there’s a part of her that feels drawn to him, and that scares her more than anything else.

This internal conflict is key to her headspace. On the surface, her doubts seem rooted in logic: how could someone who has hurt her so deeply truly love her? But underneath, her denial could also be a way of protecting herself from the terrifying truth that she might actually feel something for him too. She can’t allow herself to believe it, because acknowledging even a sliver of those feelings would mean crossing a line she doesn’t know if she could ever come back from.

Ultimately, the dynamic between Reader and Yan!Sylus is driven by this tension. Yan!Sylus’s love is real, but Reader—despite her growing, unspoken attachment—clings to her defiance. Clings to her freedom. She doesn’t want him to invade her mind too, because acknowledging her growing attachment would mean he has succeeded in taking everything from her. It’s not just about whether Sylus actually loves her—it’s about whether she can allow herself to see his actions as anything but control, and whether admitting her own feelings would mean losing the last shred of her freedom.

That moment in the nursery where she says, “Sometimes I wonder what things would be like if we had met under normal circumstances,” is so telling. She doesn’t say it outright, but it shows how much space he’s carved in her mind, how he’s managed to break through the walls she’s built.

I wanted her to struggle with the concept of actually liking someone that hurt you, as I felt that was most realistic to the human experience. Let me know what you think :3

[groblinboy]

Ok finished red dead for real. Now time to be very normal about it

[jesuis-assez]

↠ Tim & Lucy ↳ 2x10 - The Dark Side

[tornoleander]

Nya has the best writing out of anyone in skybound an I will not hear otherwise

(this is just a rant but I will finish my argument with evidence soon but I was feeling like yelling at phone)

Just watched a video completely butchering her character.

I’m fuming about Nya’s treatment in general like RRRRR SHE IS LIKE THE BEST WRITTEN. Most people I see talk about her never tried to see Nya’s motivation.

And because she’s grumpy and won’t take bullshit treatment. And a large part of the audience Treat her like she’s a brat for it like…

Her ark against all odds is great. The only reason so many people don’t get that is ALL because of the awful framing and them focusing on Jay at all the wrong times I PROMISE YOU.

The audience is made to focus on Jay’s feelings in moments that should’ve been about her.

Nya always thought she would end up with Jay like she said later on. She always loved him She wasn’t trying to hurt or play with his feelings but she had bigger problems, and she simply didn’t want to be dating him. Because she hated how that would make her be perceived. Which was the issues that she overcame by the end.

She is frustrated by way she’s perceived by the city. They only see her as her gender. A self insert of sorts. (There’s a scene about it first ep subtle but boils my blood) Not a person. She HATES IT.

BRRRR

Nya has A lot more going on like it was never her Job to walk on eggshells around Jays feelings. She was having a lot harder of a time that first episode but more screen time was dedicated to Jays moping about her.

Just AAA ggghg

LIKE EVERYONE REWATCH SKYBOUND AND FOCUS ON NYA Specifically. Ignore how much the narrative drags you to look at Jay. I swear Nya’s struggle is shockingly the most well written bit

[fingertipsmp3]

Also I feel like I have to say this but FUCK Toy Story 4. Awful movie, bad execution, poor excuse for a sequel.

[cathodic-clairvoyant]

There's a lot about discussion of hdwr that baffles me (not all discussion to be clear, because i do think there's a lot of good discussion about hdwr. But equally so are there the ones that make you wonder if you're reading the same story) and I think one that is especially annoying is the constant infantilization of miwa as this passive eternal victim. It drives me up a wall because this is quite literally an issue she's struggled with within the text of the story! She had an arc about how she dislikes how people treat her this way like towards the beginning of the story! And like even ignoring that, this story is about like nuanced and realistic portrayals of being in relationships and learning how to navigate them and so it's like what's the point if you're going to immediately reduce the characters to "the victim" and "the victimizers?" Is that even interesting? Is that a useful lens to look at interpersonal relationships?

[darlingghoulette]

Do y'all think after Ellie got the chance to participate in JJ's life that she thought a little deeper about Joel's choices?

Do y'all think that she watched the baby giggle at his toys and contemplated burning the entire world down for him? That she realized she would gladly tear through entire armies separating him and her if he was in danger, greater good be damned?

Do you think she'd recall back to the hands that carded gently through her hair, sweaty from night terrors on their way back to Jackson, and feel the echo of Joel's expression on her own face when she looked down at JJ sleeping in his crib?

Do you think she forgave him, even just a little, right then and there?

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

I'm... kind of confused about this? Like Ignatz is basically saying the only way for people to move forward is by continuing to fight and destroy? That's a pretty awful message in general, but coming from Ignatz it just feels weird. It sounds like he's just accepted war and that it's just... something that happens so we should shrug it off and move on?

I know this game tends to have very strong pro-war/pro-invasion messages which is already really gross to me, but it went from being annoying and icky to just making me feel disgusted. Also, Ignatz of all people shouldn't just shrug his shoulders and be like well that's just the way of things, I guess! There's an active war going on so it makes sense that towns could be rebuilt and destroyed again. It doesn't mean just give up on it.

Also really doesn't feel like an Ignatz thing to say.

[resonabilis-echo]

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[skrunksthatwunk]

really fun letting all of my favorite shows take turns being the "i can't think about it i can't think about it i can't think about it!!" bingewatch during finals season/associated crunch times. they're being inducted into a society

[arolesbianism]

Yet another beautiful day to have the Maxwel tag blocked (can't see half of the posts in the Wendy tags)

[twipsai]

while im sharing my ahit hot takes, i also wanna add that i think ppl give Mu a little too much slack

like yeah, she IS a child, she WAS traumatized and had her home essentially colonized for no reason. its implied her family was killed and she spend at least a solid year completely alone, homeless, and scared

but like she also used time pieces to reverse the world 4 billion years back and killed everyone she thought was "bad" based on a short description they gave of their own life (if they were lucky enough to even get to the throne room and not die from the lava inside the castle). ppl act like the entire cast were horrible people for telling her to go away when she literally destroyed the earth???? like no one in ahit is a good person guys theyre all assholes lmao

[themyscirah]

Started thinking about the Amanda Waller + Ben Turner relationship again.... fuck, I'm gonna need a minute