#he is not getting better. he is constantly getting worse

[nerdcrawfish]

Jumping off Shibara. (Also in writing this I'm going to be hounding women in the first part SOLELY because I'm writing from the predominate western society/US idea that there are two genders and that anything not man equals women. Which I don't agree with at all. I'm analyzing them, not condoning them.)

No, you can clearly tell with things like the "new" trilogy of Star Wars or Supernatural that this phenomenon is a thing with some male writers. The idea of non-males being in "nerdy" areas is uncomfortable for them because of numerous reasons. One, it stops just being "their" thing. Female fans especially are seen as lesser/"fans of poor quality materials". AND then the classic: "I don't know how to see women/non-men as equal human beings because I (imparted by society) have this idealized idea of women and them being in my nerdy stuff does NOT align with my mental schemata at all!" Ever played MTG as a non-male at a card shop? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

In general, there is discomfort at so many levels from not matching in schemata, to what defines women, to the idea that we're intruding in "their space", the idea of "biology", to even the idea that they have to act, write, and do things different because a women is around.

There's a shitton of baggage in society about women and non-males in nerdy spaces. It's waaayyy better now, but it still happens A LOT. It still is prevalent and it WILL be getting worse now that Diet Sunkist is in back in office and all the waves of social conservatism is going to be re-surging JUST like you got locked in an overflowing porta-potty and some asshole just ran into it with their double wide Texas Made Ford truck.

(Oh and I can and happily talk about the overlap of neo-nazism and online queer spaces and this need for conservatism and how that keeps translating over to over policing and fandom hate of queer stories in a moment). And yes a lot of authors hate our existence in "their" spaces just as much as their nerdy fanboys do.

Furman will ALWAYS be the classic example because he constantly refuses to allow the idea of female transformers. This is because he sees war fighting robots as only male. This harks back to the fact that the conversation of whether women can fight has it's root so far back in history, especially white history, because women are seen only as a resource to be kept and protected. (Hence the overturning of Roe V Wade and that awful man's "You don't have a choice!" video) And even if he keeps saying he sees them as nonbinary he is using male oriented schemata in his writing--he's using hegemonic markers of masculinity in his writing and the making of his Transformer Characters. He writes them so overwhelmingly male that you and I know--based on so many context clues and tells--that Optimus Prime is male. I very much doubt Furman does see them as non-binary (especially because I doubt he has any actual understanding of what that would even mean) and is instead trying to stay above fandom ire.

So Furman--overwhelmingly yes. He hates women being in his nerdy robot stuff. He loves our money and attention but just like Picasso, we're nothing more than some pretty fancy furniture that is pretty one moment and beyond infuriating the next with our "needs" and "equality".

BUT you're going to look me in the fucking eye and tell me ROBERTS is the same as Furman? HA.

No, MTMTE/LL is a fucking LOVE LETTER to the transformers community. He pointed at us--ALL OF US--and said: "This one goes out for my homies!"

But just like we talked about entitlement of authors? Oh there is a definite entitlement when it comes to fans, too. It was pungent as HELL when MTMTE/LL was running and it was why I always stayed off of social media and had so many people blocked. Like Shibara says: just because they wrote something that you don't like doesn't mean it's bad writing. IT ALSO doesn't mean it's an attack on you.

AND I will say that censorship/Neo-nazisim is RANK in this ideology. It festers uncontrollably in this shit swamp of a psychological lens. The ideology that someone is bad/attacking you because of what they write/create is based on two things: you belief in your superiority AND that it means that you thus get to dictate others around you. This ideology, however, gives little young knuckleheads the idea that they're the good guys and that there are bad guys that need to be hurt based on shit like a book. This is why censorship has, and always will (pick up any fucking history book please), lead to people dying.

It also has permeated its way into queer spaces online. It's a fucking fact. Look at the rates of young Polish voters--who in the same breath support queer rights but at the same time believe anyone who isn't "the right type of polish" (white) needs to be removed from the country. The day that Republicans realize if they accept queer rights that they will be able to win all the races and reinstall Jim Crow laws to the fucking max in the US is one I dread immensely. You can try to argue with me, sure, but it's one I've been tracking as a child and is why we are seeing so much support for nativist/neo-nazi groups across the Western Globe. Like, do we not recall the party gymnastics France had to do a little bit ago to avoid the hella RACIST National Party from getting so much leverage? Anyways, I digress.

Roberts wrote a piece of work that acknowledged the fact (like most of the IDW 2005 run did) that we are adults. Not like the stuff Hasbro always like to run--which is just some moving forms to elicit mediocre bonding in the wish to sell cheap pieces of plastic to little kids (which hey man, you do you). (Okayy, so I'm thinking more of the general we have to keep rebooting our lines every other week and that when it starts getting serious/the writers are flourishing, oh surprise! we're getting cut short!)

No, we're talking more like the TF Marvel Comics (oh yeah baby) especially the UK side of the house--this media was always for the more mature sets of the demographic/fans. More of your older kind of teen boy--but there's a huge difference in that from say rescue Bots (which cute but doesn't have the je ne sais quoi (<--sarcastic usage) of let's say the idea of Spiderman being disgusted with Ratchet because Ratchet didn't cry over his friends being torn apart. This requires a difference of thinking and isn't a stereotypical "good ending". It's meant to invoke a sense of defeat and that shitty feeling of being misunderstood. Like we KNOW Ratchet is a great guy and that his buddies are fine because he's a medic and will just fix them up. BUT Spiderman, another fantastic guy, isn't aware of that and hates Ratchet nonetheless! It's meant to make you not feel good but provides a delicious depth of things like perceptions and not taking time to actually connect with and understand others.

So Roberts was writing not to the original demographic of the G1 Cartoon but to those us who grew up with it. To the ones of us who grew up reading and watching the original runs of so much Transformers material. And, brilliantly, I would add, acknowledged the fact that a lot of fandoms are indeed filled with, like said before, 20+ women.

He wrote MTMTE/LL with the target demographic of adults. Now, we usually associate that with age but in my time in college, working part-time and being amongst y'all--I've learned that you can be 67 and still be an immature stupid piece of shit who got their High School degree as a participation award.

Knowing that, I am arguing he put in a BIG FUCKING NOTICE that "Hey, this isn't G1 cartoon transformers! If you're here for that TURN BACK" with the fact that Ratchet is introduced literally doing an autopsy. And in order to do an autopsy--someone needs to be dead. Whirl is desecrating fucking corpses. And by the end, 40 plus bots are falling like meteors burning up in the fucking atmosphere of a planet. Oh and the entire playback message of: "Oh my primus everything is horrible and terrible-- we fucked up--STOP THE LAUNCH"

Roberts explicitly--so fucking explicitly that even if you have the reading comprehension of a peanut--you would understand just from Issue 1 that bots were going to die, the story is going to be dark, and be just how like my life motto goes: "Life is short, painful and shitty and those who don't deserve to suffer or die always end up doing just that. So let's fucking go." (said with a morbid sense of optimism! :D )

He wrote for us, as adults. And as an adult, he talked to us as an adult. He broached topics that hurt--a lot. And he was happy to see when we hurt because that meant he did his fucking job well.

Every time you feel nothing about a death in a story--that means the writer fucking sucked. Every time I write a fanfic and I have people screaming in my comments--it gives me delight BECAUSE that means I successfully got you to connect. I gave you all the right tells, I used the right structure, I used the right language and every FUCKING THING in my arsenal as a writer to share the beautiful pain that I went through in thinking up this story.

Just like he was, I'm beyond delighted because we're essentially bonding. I'm sharing my brain's secretions that have both delighted and tormented me for months going on years with you and you're feeling the same things. You're fucking feeling. My story isn't just some shitty words on a page--no it's a fucking story.

Roberts told us a story. He sat us down and told us a story. As equals.

And the reason why AI will fucking NEVER live up to actual living creators is because it doesn't have anything to give. It doesn't have any ability to connect.

Furman sucks as a writer for us because he refuses to connect to us if we're not like him.

Roberts has and always will respect every single one of us and has always been a fan--just like us.

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

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Was hoping to post some more Vevora/Aicanatr stuff but unfortunately it just ain't working rn but! I was able to get some writing done on a wip that's been sitting around since November. Below is some of my Theomar love confession rewrite <3 Man down so bad he volunteered to go to Windhelm post-Civil War as an excuse to see her <3 <3 <3 Under cut for length, one slightly horny line, and she takes that mer drinking at the Cornerclub :P

There could not be a worse time for him to fall for her, become so entangled in wanting her that it made him desire to abandon his post. But if that were a doable feat, then the standards that made him feel that way would not be as strict as they are. Their deeply grim reality did not stop the love, admitting it to himself had been like a dam bursting; the drops of sustaining professional praise could not compete with the rapids of intimacy. Her hands on his face, letting him lie on her breasts and listen to the calming sound of her heartbeat, how her legs would pull him in closer until he was- Enough. There he went getting too far ahead and wrapped up in her yet again. The sigh heard from him sounds more of a stifled groan to which he gets a confused, yet intrigued look from the Imperial woman. He provides a quick cover up. 

“My apologies, it would seem I let myself get distracted by you again.” 

“Why Commander, you really must get better about that.” No. He had no intention of pushing her from his mind, it had already proven to be a losing battle. He prayed to be freed of her to now welcome the torment, retreating further into her. If had any power in the situation, he would absolutely not be in Windhelm right now, planning how to tell this Imperial soldier that he loved her. “I wouldn’t want you losing sight of things.”

“Oh, I think you would like it very much.” Finally, he remembers her question. “And yes, I did come all this way to see you. You ran through my mind constantly these past months, how could I not take advantage of the opportunity?” 

“I’ve missed you as well.” Controlling the elation he feels is difficult, uptick in his voice.  

“Is that so?”

“I did think about you on occasion.” When? Despite desperately wanting to know, he refrains, content to know she has noticed his absence. “It has been a few months, it is good to see you. Despite the circumstances…” Her words trail off a bit towards the end, the similar look from before only now she does see him. Staring up at him, her left eye twitched as though she would begin crying again.  

“You wouldn’t want to join me somewhere, would you?” Please he thinks. Please let me steal you from them, just a moment Theodora. Tapping her finger to her chin, she smirks at him. 

“Hmmm, I will but only if you join me somewhere first?” Oh What did she have in mind? He assumed she knew the city better than him, maybe there was somewhere else they could go…

“Tell me what do you have in mind?”

“Well, after the day I’ve had, I need a drink.” A quick glance at their surroundings before she taps his chest. “And I imagine you could use one as well.” 

“It would not hurt.” Anything you would like. That is what he wishes to say. Have his only concern making her happy and if there would be something other than mead available. But he has far more worries than that. 

“I cannot imagine the tavern will be a safe place for us.”

“No it would not be.” Confusing the Thalmor, she laughs. “Do you think so lowly of me to think I’d go there?”

“Where do you drink then, Theodora?” 

Regret is not what he feels, sitting at a table that is continuously blasted with cold air as the patrons of this Cornerclub, as it were, shuffle in and out. Offhandedly he wonders if they were passing by him purposely, seeking out more chances to lour at him in the way only Dunmer could. The scowls form the Nords, the shifted glances half outside his vision, those were all too easy to interpret: Damn elf. Uninspired. But the Dunmer, oh the Dunmer could hate with such sincerity that as the few who uttered something in addition to their glares, they did not need to say it in the common tongue. The Dunmeris meaning of the word unknown, their tone alone conveys the intent of an insult. It’s not important for him to know exactly how he is being insulted, though he could harbour a guess or two, simply saying it for their own satisfaction. It was somewhat impressive, in a peculiar way, but nonetheless, Ondolemar is slightly impressed. Perhaps he was just glad to be in the company of mer, regardless of what type of mer they are. Yet what does rouse further intrigue in him, however, is the decidedly lack of similar treatment Theodora receives. 

Ordering in their language and going relatively unnoticed as she returns to him, two strange jars that resemble nothing he had seen before, he comments on it. Not completely surprised as why would she frequent an establishment she was not welcomed in, this is still strangely welcoming. 

“You’re well liked here.” The woman places one jar in from of him before chuckling at his notion. Lovely to hear her laugh again after the pain that marked her face when they first spoke. 

“I wouldn't go that far, Commander.”

“You wouldn’t?” 

“I wouldn’t.” She opens the jar and takes a mouthful. “But speaking Dunmeris, having lived in Morrowind even if only for a few months, it does help. Still an Imperial bastard but I don’t have to pretend to be interested in mead and a poor rendition of the Dragonborn Comes at Candlehearth Hall.” Cyrodiil natives prided themselves on being cosmopolitan but Theodora was a true example of that. 

“Clearly you get along with many different kinds of people.”

“Clearly.” She rolls her eyes. He himself is the most damning evidence after all, but it is humorous her assessment of her person. 

“Well, I suppose Imperial bastard is correct in the most literal sense.”

“I prefer the term love child I’ll have you know.”

"Equally true, from what you have told me." He takes the lid off the concoction in front of him. “What would I be?”

“I suppose you could go ask, I bet Ambarys would be willing to tell you to your face.” Directing his attention to the barkeep with her eyes, the Altmer instead chooses to remain with the reason he’s here at all. Less interested in what he thought of her choice in company and more in enjoying what he came all this way for; her. 

“I believe my imagination will suffice.”

[loganslowdown4]

‘I thought I was your hero’

‘You are!’

Incoming Long Roman Theory…

❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍

Rewatching POF and Roman’s struggle with questioning what cThomas really believes based on what Janus implied made me realize something about how we look at the word ‘HERO’ in Roman’s vocabulary. I don’t think Roman has ever meant ‘hero’ in the swashbuckling, saving people, fighting villains, heroic sense (even though he acts like it and I’m sure casts himself that way in the imagination). WHAT HE ACTUALLY MEANS when Roman asked if he is a HERO, is if he is still the FACE or embodiment of how Thomas presents himself as a ‘hero’ in real life: aka a morally upstanding person.

In POF, Patton and Roman discuss why we have morals and how we use them to do good in the world. It is important to note that this episode was mainly a discussion between Patton and Roman for a reason: because if Patton is the moral BRAIN behind all Thomas’ decisions, then Roman is the FACE of all the moral decisions Patton makes. He follows Patton’s lead and acts as the ‘hero’ (and this is what the ego really does). So as the ‘FACE’ of Thomas, any actions taken means Roman is the one getting all the praise first hand, but is also taking the brunt of the criticisms too. For example, when Thomas went to that musical audition and forgot the words to the music, Roman hid. He was a ‘bruised ego’, getting the brunt of the criticism (or what he thought was worse than actually was). Roman has called himself a knight, a warrior, and a big reason why is that he faces all ‘battles’ of Thomas’ head on. It’s not just for the charming fairytale fanciful aesthetic (maybe it started that way). But I believe Roman’s character has developed into this complexity.

Roman’s role is to protect Thomas not only from objective criticisms, but also from failures of a moral decision. It explains why it was Roman who ultimately made the call to go to the wedding and not the callback. Even though Patton lost that debate in the courtroom, Roman knew that the morally correct decision was always to go support Thomas’ friends. He stood up and was the hero Patton and Thomas needed, despite any other disagreements or backlash. He knew that there was risk in this decision either way and it took a lot of strength to make that choice.

Here, Roman, saying that it was his fault for making the decision difficult to go to the wedding or callback, shows his willingness to take the brunt of any criticism, ultimately being the hero. He’s a drama king for real, but Thomas knew it wasn’t Roman’s fault for making the decision hard or even making the decision in the first place, and said so. Still, Roman tries because if it helps makes Thomas feel better, he’s willing to do it.

Another thing I need to point out: Roman getting upset when Patton said when doing anything charitable or morally correct, you can’t take ANYTHING away from it, including self-satisfaction or PRIDE. Roman is literally Thomas’ PRIDE and EGO. Denying Roman his pride, when he is constantly working to keep all of them safe from criticism, means he’s not allowed to be at all satified by the GOOD MORAL WORK he does do. It’s no wonder it felt unfair to him.

Finally, when Janus criticized the moral standard that Patton and Roman are trying to have Thomas live up to, Roman was personally offended. He has been doing his best to show the world that Thomas is a good person (which he is).

Here, when Roman is questioning how selfish Thomas will be before he feels ‘satisfied’ he says ‘you’ll have us believe that that time will never come’ which means that doing ANYTHING morally good, even the bare minimum, will deserve a reward, self-satifaction and more selfish time spent. This change in moral trajectory goes against what Roman has worked so hard for, following Patton’s lead and making those sacrifices. At the end, Patton’s main goal was changed to keep Thomas happy, which looked like he basically gave up and switched allegiance to Janus’ new plan. Does this mean Janus is the new ‘face’ of how Thomas presents himself and not Roman? THIS is why Roman left like he did; it felt like a betrayal.

There’s a lot unresolved and a lot that Thomas has to work out with Roman. But ultimately, Roman will always be a hero. He’ll be Thomas’ hero. Because he’s the one that makes Thomas a hero to everyone else. Time will tell and we shall see!

[gothicxreylover]

Sorry, but the widow scenario/headcanons with the Hashira were really good, so I wonder if you could do it with the uppermoons as well, when you're able though? I don't know why I like the trope of a widow, who can't let go of their first love, and now the new lover who's trying to get the widow's attention to them.

𝕬 𝖒𝔬𝖚𝔯𝖓𝔦𝖓𝔤 𝔴𝖎𝔡𝖔𝔴

This has been sitting here for a while lol sorry for taking long I hope you enjoy!

Douma

For Douma, your grief was a mystery that he couldn’t understand, but he found it utterly fascinating. He was used to people worshipping him, hanging onto his every word, or even fearing him. But your heart was caught somewhere he couldn’t reach—a place he couldn’t control. And it infuriated him in ways he couldn’t admit.

“Why so glum, my little flower?” he’d chirp, leaning in far too close as his colorful fan danced idly in his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about them. They’re not here anymore, you know.”

His words carried an edge, cloaked by his usual cheerful tone. Douma’s solution to your grief was to smother you with his attention, constantly distracting you from your thoughts. He’d sit you on his lap, brush your hair, and chatter endlessly about anything and everything—anything to keep your mind from wandering back to the person you’d lost.

When his attempts at distraction failed, his tone would shift. “You’re wasting your tears on someone who doesn’t matter anymore,” he said one evening, his usual smile faltering. “Don’t you see? I’m right here. I can give you everything they couldn’t.”

But no matter how much he tried to replace them, your heart remained elsewhere. That realization drove him to dangerous extremes, and his jealousy turned into obsession. He would destroy anything—any memory, any object—that connected you to the person you lost, all while insisting he was doing it for your own good.

Akaza

Akaza’s obsession was driven by his need to protect you, but your grief left him feeling helpless in a way he despised. He had strength, power, and the ability to destroy anyone who posed a threat to you. But he couldn’t fight the ghost of the person you loved.

“You deserve better,” he told you one night, his fists clenched at his sides. “They couldn’t protect you, but I can. I’ll never let anything hurt you again.”

Akaza’s frustration grew with each passing day. He hated seeing you sad, but what made it worse was the way your sadness wasn’t for him. No matter how much he tried to comfort you, your thoughts always drifted back to someone who wasn’t there.

One day, as you sat quietly, gazing at the ring you still wore, Akaza crouched in front of you. “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” he asked, his voice softer now. “They wouldn’t want you to be like this. They’d want you to be happy.”

But what Akaza didn’t say—what he couldn’t admit—was that he wanted to be the one to make you happy. He wanted you to see him, to love him the way you loved them. And every time you looked at him with sadness instead of love, it chipped away at his patience.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo’s obsession was a quiet, simmering thing. He didn’t express his emotions openly, but the intensity of his feelings was unmistakable in the way his golden eyes followed your every move.

At first, he told himself that your grief didn’t concern him. You were alive, here in the present, and the person you mourned was not. Yet, no matter how much he tried to push those thoughts aside, he couldn’t ignore the way your sorrow consumed you.

“You cling to the past,” Kokushibo said one night, his deep voice breaking the heavy silence. “It will not bring them back.”

His words were blunt, but they carried a weight that spoke of his own regrets. Kokushibo saw too much of himself in you—clinging to memories, unable to let go of what was lost. It made him want to keep you close, to pull you away from the pain that haunted you.

Though he rarely spoke of your grief, Kokushibo’s actions spoke louder than words. He would destroy anything that reminded you of your past love, believing that cutting away the ties to your old life would free you from your sorrow. But his protectiveness often felt like a prison, leaving you isolated and unable to mourn in peace.

Hantengu Clones

The Hantengu clones each reacted to your grief in their own distinct ways, their fragmented personalities pulling you in different directions as they fought for your attention.

• Sekido was furious at your inability to move on. “Why do you keep thinking about them?” he snarled, his tone laced with irritation. “They’re gone. Forget them already!” His anger wasn’t born from malice, but from jealousy. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone else occupying your heart.

• Aizetsu was the complete opposite, his sadness mirroring your own. “It hurts to see you like this,” he murmured, his voice heavy with melancholy. “I just… I want you to feel better. But I don’t know how to help.” His gentle demeanor made him the easiest to be around, but his sorrow often made your grief feel even heavier.

• Karaku tried to distract you with flirtation and charm, his mischievous grin never far from his face. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, draping an arm around your shoulders. “Why waste time crying when you’ve got me here to cheer you up?”

• Urogi took a more chaotic approach, laughing off your sadness and trying to drag you into his games. “Stop being so serious all the time!” he exclaimed, swooping down beside you. “You’ll forget about them faster if you start having fun with me!”

Their conflicting approaches left you overwhelmed, each clone vying for your attention in their own obsessive way.

Gyutaro and Daki (Platonic for Daki’s pov)

For Daki, your grief was something she couldn’t understand but desperately wanted to fix. She’d cling to you like a child, her possessiveness growing with each passing day.

“You don’t need them,” she said one evening, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ll be your best friend now. I’ll be everything you need!”

Daki loved the way you treated her with kindness and patience, something she rarely experienced. But her jealousy over your lost friend burned brightly, and she hated that she couldn’t completely fill the void in your heart.

Gyutaro, on the other hand, took a harsher approach. “Why are you still crying over them?” he asked gruffly. “They’re not coming back. You’ve got us now. That’s all that matters.”

Though his words were blunt, Gyutaro’s actions spoke of a quiet protectiveness. He’d keep a watchful eye on you, ensuring no one else could hurt you again. But his possessiveness, combined with Daki’s need for constant attention, left little room for you to grieve in peace.

Nakime

Nakime’s obsession was silent and calculating. She rarely spoke, but her control over the Infinity Castle gave her complete power over your surroundings.

Whenever she sensed your thoughts drifting back to your lost love, she would subtly manipulate the castle, leading you away from places where you could dwell on your memories.

“You will not find solace in the past,” she said one day, her voice calm but unyielding. “This is your home now.”

Nakime believed that if she controlled your environment, she could control your heart. She removed any reminders of your old life, leaving you surrounded only by the cold, shifting walls of the castle. Her obsession was suffocating in its subtlety, a quiet force that slowly stripped away your ability to mourn.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Muzan was enraged by your inability to let go of your past love. To him, your grief was a weakness—one that tarnished the perfection he sought to create.

“You are mine now,” he said coldly, his crimson eyes narrowing. “There is no need to dwell on something as insignificant as the past.”

Muzan’s solution to your grief was absolute control. He would strip away every trace of your old life, erasing any reminders of the person you had loved. But even as he tightened his grip on you, he couldn’t completely extinguish the memory of your spouse.

“You will forget them,” he commanded one night, his voice low and dangerous. “You belong to me, and me alone.”

But no matter how much he tried to control you, Muzan’s frustration only grew. His obsession wasn’t just about owning you—it was about breaking the part of you that still loved someone else.

[sausage-rolll]

My personal undertale headcanon is that Flowey isn’t emotionless and incapable of connecting with others because he lacks a soul or is inherently “bad”, it’s because he was deeply traumatized from watching his best friend/sibling kill themselves in an incredibly painful way only to die violently himself hours later at like, the age of 11?

That would break anybody. To make things even worse, he woke up an undisclosed amount of time later in a body wholly alien to him, unable to move, completely alone until Asgore found him. If that wasn’t bad enough he then had to directly face the consequences of his and Chara’s plan, and the deep pain that it caused everyone in the underground. His father, the king? Broken. His mother? Missing. His people? Devastated and hopeless. Chara? Gone.

And to make things just that much worse, when the pain and grief of everything gets too much for him, and he deems himself broken beyond repair and decides to take his life he finds out that he has complete control over time itself.

He then spends an unimaginable amount of time experimenting with this power, constantly trying to do the right thing, constantly trying to help people and make the world better. But he’s never satisfied. He’s never happy. He does this, again and again and again. He grows older and older but never actually ages, he sinks deeper and deeper into his own tiny world, becoming even more distant and disconnected from the people around him as situations repeat themselves and peoples lives loop and loop without end. 

Eventually he becomes so unbearingly bored of the endless, unescapable cycle that he starts to experiment with more negative situations. Afterall, his actions no longer have consequences, right? Anything he does, he can and will undo eventually. Even the most horrific actions hold no weight in Flowey’s impermanent world. The only person who ever has to deal with the consequences of Flowey’s actions… Is Flowey himself.

So he does it. Slipping deeper and deeper into his delusions. Falling deeper and deeper into genuine insanity as the years repeat themselves onto eternity and Flowey disconnects completely from the world around him.

At this point, he feels that he’s experienced quite literally everything the world has to offer. He probably lived as Flowey far longer than he ever did as Asriel by now. He’s befriended everyone, he’s hurt everyone. He’s saved everyone, he’s killed everyone. He’s done everything. Even violence doesn’t interest him anymore. So what does he do? He stops.

I’ve always wondered how Frisk even had the chance to fall into Mt. Ebott and usurp Flowey of his powers if he was constantly resetting the timeline, but I think I finally get it.

Flowey probably just… Stopped completely at some point. He stopped resetting, stopped interacting with the world and sat himself at his best friend's grave and just… waited. Waited for something, anything new to happen. Eventually enough time passed for a new human to fall, a human who inherently overpowers Flowey’s control of the timeline and so, for the first time in what must have felt like eternity Flowey was finally free from his power.

-

After everything that Asriel experienced leading up to and during his death, he probably would have needed intense therapy to overcome the trauma. But that’s not what he got was it? He didn’t get therapy. He didn’t get the chance to heal. He got the powers of a god and the curse of his actions no longer having consequences. I don’t believe Flowey is incapable of connecting with others or feeling true happiness or love. I think that’s just a lie he told himself so his situation wouldn’t hurt as much.

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But, even after all of that I believe Flowey still has a chance at happiness. We see his character shift dramatically after the Omega Flowey fight. After he is once again stripped of his power over time, he has an intense moment of vulnerability that shows what I believe to be his true colors, followed by him coaching Frisk on how to get a better ending for everyone.

Sure, this was likely a trap for Flowey to take everyone’s souls, but once again, after his defeat as Asriel and returning to Flowey’s form, he has yet another character shift.

He’s genuinely happy at this ending. He’s happy that everyone escaped the underground, happy that Frisk gets to live their life. He begs the player to just leave everyone to their lives and to move on themselves. He doesn’t want his power back, he doesn’t want the cycle to continue anymore.

For the first time in god knows how long, Flowey is satisfied.

And maybe if the alarm clock dialogue is anything to go by, given time Flowey can finally heal. Flowey can finally find happiness and love again.

[lancastrianwasian]

The way people hate Ben, as if he’s just there being useless and not the reason the story happened in the first place, is baffling. He defended Mal when he had every right to make her public enemy number one for the love spell, gave her and her friends grace, and could’ve been furious at Uma for another love spell but wasn’t because he understood that she was hurting and only wanted the best for the kids. He also refused to believe that Audrey was terrorizing Auradon of her own volition because he knows that’s not who she is.

He literally gave grace to everyone, despite the fact that they constantly disrespected him and undermined his authority and position as King. He had every right to tell them to “KYS.” Honestly, he’s better than me, because I would’ve abused my power as King and done far worse. Adam and Belle would’ve been locked up, Fairy Godmother would’ve been stripped of her magic, and I would’ve given the wand to Jane.

The way certain stans (I'm not gonna name them because I'm not in the mood of getting attacked by a group who stans fictional white characters) vilify him but Mal and the others get a free pass because of their circumstances as if Ben didn't know peace the moment he became king at 16. I'd hate everyone and had them locked in a dungeon just for that.

[crazycurly-77]

A well-meant Plan

Oh man, the boss could be really stressful. He didn't have any hobbies other than building his boat, which was probably the reason why he didn't pay attention to the time of day or night or to private appointments.

His mood also fluctuated between bad, worse and terrible.

On this day, the latter was more the case, which Tony and you have already felt.

After Gibbs had loudly reprimanded you both for the second time, he went to get a coffee and you could finally take a breather.

"Phew, it's best to avoid the boss today," said DiNozzo as he came to you for a short chat.

"Yes. And because we have to work overtime again, I had to cancel another date," you replied, annoyed and disappointed.

Suddenly Tony started grinning and shouted: "I got it! That's THE idea!"

That sounded interesting. You looked up at him curiously: “What’s up? Tell me!”

He leaned towards you conspiratorially, lowered his voice and said: “He needs a woman!”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. That was just too absurd.

“Are you seriously trying to set Gibbs up? Are you crazy?”

“No! Listen: he doesn’t have a private life of his own, which is why it doesn’t bother him at all if he makes us work overtime. A woman at his side would complain if he just sat in the office all the time. That would inevitably mean less work for us too,” he argued and paused briefly.

Then he continued: “Think about it… finishing work earlier and sleeping in on the weekend, being able to meet up with friends without constantly having to worry about being called and having to leave...”

The argument was extremely convincing and you were excited about his plan: “You know what? We’ll try it! And I already have the perfect candidate for it!”

Tony was thrilled: “Tell me.”

Grinning mischievously, you described your friend: “Sue is tall, confident, independent, pretty and has red hair.”

“Hey! She’s perfect! Call her right away!” Tony called out. You immediately picked up the phone and asked her to pick you up from the office in the hope that Gibbs would be back by then.

And indeed, he came back a short time later, fixed you with a venomous look, sat down at his desk and continued working.

A few minutes later, Sue arrived and immediately after entering the office, she eyed up Jethro and he assessed her. Of course…she had red hair…Tony and you just winked at each other. Your plan seemed to be working.

You watched with excitement as the two of them approached each other and actually made plans to meet up that same evening!!!

My goodness, contrary to expectations, it went brilliantly!!! If something developed from this, you would finally have a chance at a solid life outside of the office!

Your plan seemed to be working.

In the next few weeks, Sue actually visited more often to pick up Gibbs for an evening together. He was really in a better mood and he stopped calling you all the time after work.

But the longer the two of them met and the more often you had to watch them chatting intimately, laughing and leaving the office together, the unhappier you became.

You couldn't explain it, but it was true.

At every meeting, Sue raved to you about her meetings and evenings together with Jethro. She told you so enthusiastically what a gentleman he is and how wonderful their time together is that you could see the hearts in her eyes.

With each of her descriptions, you were happy for the two of them and were just waiting for the official announcement that they were a couple. But with every meeting, the stab in your heart and the pain of loss grew.

At first you couldn't explain it, but at some point you had to accept that you were in love with him yourself. But now the chance to be happy together was gone. And you had only yourself to blame.

While he became happier and smiled now and then, you became more and more sad. And when you couldn't stand it anymore, you decided to talk to your friend Abby about it.

Desperate and seeking advice, you sat in her lab and talked everything off your chest.

"Tony and I just wanted him to be happy again, but the plan backfired completely... I wish them both all the happiness in the world. And that's why I'm going to ask for a transfer."

Abby looked at you in shock: "Why?"

Sadly you hung your head and replied quietly: "Because I love him."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Jethro's deep voice suddenly sounded behind you. Damn. That wasn't planned.

When Abby saw him, she gasped and your heart almost stopped in shock. 

You turned red and wanted to flee, but he was standing right behind you and stopped you by gently holding your wrist.

That screamed for an urgently needed discussion between the two of you.

With a quick “I'll leave you alone and visit Ducky,” Abby left her lab to give you some privacy.

After she left, nothing happened at first. Neither of you knew how to begin, even though there was so much to discuss.

Silently and with a thousand questions in his eyes, Gibbs looked at you and finally asked quietly: "Why didn't you say anything?"

You were very uncomfortable being confronted by him about this, which is why you tried to evade him with an equally quiet "It doesn't matter."

"No, it DOES matter!" he insisted in a firm voice while he continued to hold your wrist, fearing that you would run away as soon as he let go of you.

"No, it doesn't." Your desperation grew. How were you supposed to explain to him what was going on inside you? He would only say that he wanted Sue and not you and that you should forget everything.

You knew that this was probably best, but you couldn't bear to hear those words from him.

But he showed no mercy and continued to try to get you to talk. He looked you straight in the eyes and spoke forcefully:

"It DOES matter to ME. So why? Why didn't you talk to me?"

That look that felt like he could see into the very depths of your soul... you could no longer withstand it.

Sighing deeply and closing your eyes, you gave up your resistance.

You gathered all your courage, opened your eyes again and looked at him firmly. "I wanted you to be happy and that's why I set you two up. But over time I realized that it hurt me to see you leave the office together." 

You had managed the first part of your confession. But the hardest part was still to come and the thought of it made your heart sink.

A big lump formed in your throat and you tried with all your might to hold back your tears. But that was no longer possible and you felt them slowly starting to run down your cheeks.

Jethro didn't say a word during your little break. He stood in front of you and still looked at you expectantly. When he saw your tears, he began to stroke your arms soothingly and maybe help you somehow.

"Every time Sue talked about your time together and I saw how she beamed with happiness, I was happy for you. But it hurt me so much and every time I think my heart is going to break into a thousand pieces with grief," you said, getting quieter and quieter, trying to reveal your inner feelings to him. 

With every word you spoke, your hopelessness grew. But the worst was yet to come: releasing him. It felt like you were ripping your own heart out, but it had to be done. For Sue. But mostly for him.

You hung your head and collected yourself one last time before you could look at him again. He was completely blurred through your veil of tears. If you hadn't felt so miserable, you would have found it amusing. But no, you weren't in the mood to laugh at all.

Jethro continued to hold your hand patiently, stroked the back of your hand soothingly and waited. He had the feeling that you weren't finished yet. So he waited.

Finally, you continued: "I'm very happy for you two and wish you all the happiness in the world."

Then you took a deep breath and started again: "...and that's why I'm going."

Your words took the ground from under Gibbs' feet and all his self-confidence was gone. He couldn't let you go. He had to somehow convince you to stay with him. He couldn't lose you.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. You just looked deep into each other's eyes in the hope of finding out what the other was thinking.

Then he stroked your cheek with his thumb and wiped away your tears. "You silly thing," he scolded you gently.

He carefully put his arm around your neck and came closer and closer to you. He hoped fervently that you wouldn't run away.

He closed his eyes and blew a tender kiss on your lips. When he noticed that you didn't resist, he softly placed his lips on yours and gently pulled you towards him.

It was enough to make you melt. For both of you, it was finally the fulfillment of all your dreams, but suddenly you tore yourself away from him and slapped him.

"How dare you?!” you hissed at him.

You had just torn him out of a beautiful world and he no longer understood anything. In his confusion he just stared at you: "What do you mean?"

You wavered between the breathtaking feeling of being in his arms and pure despair. Why didn't he understand that?

"How dare you kiss me? Kiss the woman you love instead!" was your advice to him.

"Yes, exactly," he agreed and took another step towards you.

"What are you doing?" you asked cautiously.

He grinned confidently: "Follow your advice." Before you could react, he grabbed you, pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips to yours again. At first you tried to resist, but after a short time your resistance weakened. And when his tongue gently stroked your lower lip and asked for entry, you finally surrendered.

As your tongues danced together and carefully explored each other's mouth, fireworks exploded in your hearts. That was exactly what you were both looking for.

But it was wrong. He was in a relationship with your friend, your mind switched on again.

Reluctantly, you ended your kiss and wanted to tell him that you shouldn't do that. But he gently put a finger on your lips and whispered: "There is nothing between Sue and me. There was never anything and there never will be. We only met and talked a few times. We are just friends. But I'm glad that it made you recognize and understand your feelings. And that's why I'm taking your advice... I'm kissing the woman I love.”

To emphasize his words, he kissed you again and you were absolutely speechless at his confession.

“But...”

"No buts."

Again he stole a kiss from you and now that he had finally tasted and felt your lips, he could not and would never stop kissing you.

“Do you still want to go?” he asked you almost shyly.

“No! I'm staying with you!” you cried, beaming with joy and threw your arms around his neck.

He burst with joy, took you in his arms and laughed “I'm so happy!”

The two of you stood in Abby's lab, hugging each other tightly, sharing the deepest kiss ever and it said more than words could have ever expressed.

The End

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[i-reblog-everything44]

The fandom when Anya is nice to jimmy and compliments/butters him up after the crash: obviously this is a fawn response. She doesn’t actually think these things about jimmy, she is simply trying to protect herself against a volatile, unstable person by placating him

The fandom when curly tries to placate jimmy by telling Jimmy he’d fix things, after being very nervous about jimmy’s anger and reaction when talking to Anya right beforehand and his heart racing so hard on the way to confront jimmy that he’s likely on the verge of a panic or anxiety attack: hmm. Obviously everything curly is saying to jimmy here is completely genuine and not motivated by anything. He obviously doesn’t care about the fact jimmy raped Anya and only cares about helping jimmy at the detriment to Anya. He’s a rape apologist. There could literally be no other potential explanation for why curly is saying the things he is saying right now. Let’s take everything curly is saying here completely at face value and not analyze anything else about Curly’s behavior or the rest of the scene.

[seriously why are people only capable of recognizing the fawn response in Anya and not Curly]

[sea-buns]

Riz technically hasn't even finished his downtime but I mean. You know he's not rolling relaxation. Even if he tried for the hell of it, that DC would be insane. And even if he hit a nat20, I don't know if if would make sense for him to be able to relax? I can see the scenario where maybe he drops one token, but he's doing so much atm that I think narratively it makes more sense that he'd be keyed up until it's all over. I would like for him to try. I think if Riz gets taken over by rage we are deadass fucked. It would be bad if Kristen or Fig were corrupted. But among the boys who are actively at risk right now, all three could do some serious damage to the party, but Riz has been their guiding compass. And if he's compromised it's gonna be rough for the group to reorient themselves without him.

[callofthecorvus]

Connected Timelines Ramble: Backing off my previous 'Geno has an ex' headcanon, what if Dust happened to be that ex? I can see them bonding over shared trauma: surviving a genocided timeline and losing their brothers.

So when Dust eventually came clean about his past, that he genocided his own timeline [and others under Nightmare], even if he felt guilty and wanted to change, the heartbreak and betrayal Geno would have felt was devastating.

Even if it was originally done to stop Chara, the fact that he continued to genocide other timelines was despicable in Geno's eyes. Dust became the very same person he hated, and all Geno could see when looking at Dust was her. He broke it off instantly and Dust respected his decision and never contacted him again.

Given that Nightmare and Dream have now been at peace for decades, they're often invited to the same get togethers. They've never told anyone else about their previous relationship, so they act all awkward around each other and nobody knows why.

[stansthemans]

You know what, I’ve been thinking about this and I’m not done here yet. Let’s make this worse

More on Caryn’s commentary towards Stan. Not just that she’s kind of chubby, not just that she’s too loud and opinionated and what man is going to want to put up with all that. i think a lot the commentary would also involve Stan being involved in unladylike activities, mostly the boxing. Bc my fem Stan absolutely still does boxing. She has to. It’s the perfect excuse for the split lips and black eyes. Of course those are there, no need for anyone to ask questions or look twice. I think this would be the thing that her mother says that hurts Stan the most. Bc caryn knows why Stan has to keep it up. And it also sucks for her because it’s one of the only things that stan really does feel like she’s good at. In the ring, she can focus, she knows she’s talented and she works hard to hone her skills. She’s good at it, but it’s a thing that everyone judges her for being good at because this isn’t what a good girl would do.

And when they get caught, again, it’s so bad. Because its illegal its sick its wrong and possibly worst of all for Filbrick and caryn, it’s the potential loss of that meal ticket. Because if this got out, if people knew that ford had fucked his sister, what college would take him? What programs would have him? He wouldn’t be able to have a career bc no one would want to be involved with something like that. And Filbrick and Caryn can’t risk something like that happening. So the twins are discovered and they do everything they can to gaslight ford into blaming Stan. And the thing, it almost works. Yeah, i think ford is extra protective of fem Stan, but like i said before, that also carries over into feeling extra betrayed when shit breaks bad. And there’s just no way that Stan accidentally breaking the perpetual motion machine is the first and last straw. I don’t think it’s quite as intense when Stan is a girl vs an identical twin brother but ford’s desire to be his own person, to have his own accomplishments and interests that are in no way attached to someone else, to be seen as unique and special, that’s all there, and he doesn’t want to admit it, but Stan’s constant presence is smothering. You hear negative shit enough, it starts to cement in your mind, and ford is constantly hearing from others that Stan is riding on his coattails, that she’s useless and worthless without him looking out for her.

So when they’re caught, Filbrick and Caryn are quick to get them separated and very quick to start telling ford that it was all Stan’s fault, she seduced him somehow, she tricked him, she lies, he knows that she lies, this is nothing new. She’s so desperate to keep using him, because she knows as well as everyone else that she can’t make it out there on her own merits bc she has no merits. She needs ford, and what a perfect way to trap him. And ford is like wait no bc he’s the one who initiated the whole thing, and he knows the kinds of thoughts he’d been having about Stan for years, but still, those nasty little voices in his head, the ones that say that he deserves bigger and better things, things he really knows he can’t have if anyone knew about what he does with his sister, those voices make him wonder. Yeah, he was the one who kissed her first, but did she seduce him? Did she manipulate and slyly, subtly convince him that this was ok? Was she trying to trap him? She still talks about going off sailing all the time, and that’s a dream from childhood, right? That’s not actually something they’re really going to do, right? Stan doesn’t really still think that’s an actual option, right?

It almost works. It really almost works. I go back and forth on this, but it’s probably Shermie who drops the bomb. I headcanon an older Shermie, old enough that he’s not really close to the twins. By the time they’re really up and running around, he’s out of the house. He and his wife live close but not too close. Maybe somewhere in NY. So even when they’re teenagers, he’s distant. And it’s always a crapshoot on whose side he’s going to be on in the case of twins vs parents. But like the parents, i think he also regards Stan as a bit of a waste. Not as bad as them, but he’s definitely disappointed by her. I’m not sure if i want him to know the extent of the abuse she suffers, but he definitely knows how they talk to her, and he mostly agrees. So i don’t know if Filbrick and Caryn would let him know exactly why they’ve shipped his sister off to an asylum—because the fewer people who know, the less the shame—but he does know that’s where she is. And one day he says it in front of ford, and that snaps him out of everything else. All of those horrible thoughts of maybe she deserves to be sent away (they tell ford it’s to some distant aunt or something), they never should have done all this, those fly out the window, and ford loses his shit entirely. He’s a hair’s breadth away from burning the house and pawn shop down.

He finds her. He gets her out. He gets them away, but damn, it’s bad for a long time. Stan is traumatized from everything she goes through. The “therapy”, the drug cocktails. I don’t know if ford would fess up to how close he got to believing the things their parents said or if Stan would figure it out, but they also have to deal with that fall out. Ford bending over backwards, folding himself in a pretzel to try to make it up to her, and stan wants so badly to trust him again, but it’s broken. He let them take her away. He let them lock her up. Just her. He let them tell him that she didn’t love him, that she was using him, and he believed it. And yeah, it’s Stan and ford so of course she’s going to forgive him, but it’s a long, difficult road before they can be happy again.

What do you think would happen in fem!Stan aus if their parents find out her and Ford are having sex?

whoa boy. I mean. it would be Bad. I'm in the camp of Filbrick was an abusive dad, far more so to Stan than to Ford. With Stan, I lean towards it was physical as well as emotional and verbal. Ford didn't exactly have it easy with the weight of all filbrick's expectations placed on his shoulders, feeling like he had to be extra perfect bc of his birth defect and his intelligence, and this sense of responsibility for Stan, like anything Stan did was a reflection on him. I'm also not very forgiving to Caryn. I see a lot of people saying things like "she loved her boy" and I'm just not so sure. Especially with fem Stan, I think Caryn was critical about her looks and would she ever find a husband, and she let those criticisms be known. Stan never had to wonder if her parents didn't like her. They were clear on that front. Last born, totally unexpected, another mouth to feed, and worst of all: a girl.

I typically also think that the entire family hides the severity of what happens to Stan from Ford. it's the one cause they're all united on. I think filbrick and Caryn keep it secret as a means to control ford, because they think (know for a complete fact) that if ford knew, he would flip his lid and they would lose that potential meal ticket. they know that ford is choosing Stan over everything. Stan keeps it a secret because she's terrified that if ford knew, not only wold it break his heart, but he might try to fight for her, and she's so scared that filbrick would start hitting him too.

as for getting caught. yikes. I think they would place all the blame on Stan and the beating would very nearly kill her. it would just be terrible. typically with my version of the fem!stan au, I keep a lot of things very close to canon. She's even still named Stanley rather than constance bc I think doing that shows how little filbrick regarded her when she was born. their life plan was two boys and that's it (I headcanon older shermie). not only does Stan show up unwanted, but she also has the gall to be a girl. I usually still go with fem Stan being thrown out after the science fair incident, rather than other things I've seen like her running away. but for this, for them getting caught, it's the late 60s-ish. I think they might bring her to an asylum. maybe if it was something slightly less, like if she got knocked up but they didn't know it was bc of ford, maybe they would try to marry her off or ship her away to distant relatives. but this is so huge, I really think they'd have her committed. and ford, oh man, if ford knows that's what's happening, he'd go ballistic. ford is far, far more protective (and consequently, far more hurt and angry when betrayed) of fem Stan. that's not just his twin, not just the person he's in love with, it's his little sister, and despite the romantic/sexual feelings, that's been drilled into him his entire life. big brothers are supposed to take care of their little sisters, and ford is the big brother that really matters when it comes to Stan. they've always been so close. two halves of a whole, it doesn't work if they aren't together

yeah, I think he'd just lose his mind. literally clawing thru the dry wall. I think if they got caught, there wouldn't be a chance for the science fair shit to go down. ford would blow up at his parents, blow up at Shermie, and he would leave fire and brimstone in his wake trying to rescue Stan and get them as far away as possible to restart their lives. in some ways it's a happier ending for them, but man is it rough

[ranticore]

Then, why did Breakneck pick him anyways? 👀

a combination of teenage rebelliousness and just liking the guy's vibes a lot. matriarch says no, immediately making that option a million times more tempting

[trainerethan]

In my imagination of red and leaf being twins and both autistic I think the only reason leaf doesn't have the same totally blank 😐 face as red is because she did the age old classic of practicing facial expressions in the mirror every day until she learned the basic ones. She also made her default expression a smile 🙂 to seem more approachable.

Unfortunately since the expressions don't come naturally to her and she had to learn them, the can come off as exaggerated/overly dramatic. Which is fine for some people but others find it equally as off-putting as reds poker face. It makes her a little sad when people dislike her because of it bc shes doing her best to fit in but can't seem to get it right.

She puts a lot of effort into masking at least when she's a kid-teenager but once she's older and has made more solid friendships she can let herself relax and not need to stress about it so much, although in social situations she may still slip back into old habits.

Red does not mask and never really has. I choose 2 believe his mom was really supportive and accommodating so he wasn't forced to hide his autistic traits unlike leaf. This is because in my au they are twins but their parents split and leaf had to stay with their dad. Who is not as understanding as their mom.

Idk if he'd be actually horrible to her but he was not as patient or understanding as their mom + leaf also just craved more friends and wanted to be able to socialize more so she eventually learned how. Red is content with the 4 people he knows (mom, oak, daisy, green) and prefered to mostly be alone so he didn't have that motivating factor to do it.

He was very content with having one friend, green, but he was def lonley during their "rival" phase when green stopped hanging out with him and was focused on trying to prove himself in some way only he understood or worried about. Along with that is green also being the master of masking for the most part. I don't see oak as being particularly accommodating and patient with him so while Daisy probably was, she's also not a parent so she couldn't be responsible for caring for green the way oak should've been.

As they got older green also craved to be seen as cool and popular amongst his peers so he started masking heavily and also distanced himself from red. Unfortunately he realizes that being accepted for a fake version of himself by mainly strangers is actually very lonley and he misses their friendship 😢 but atp he probably figures red wouldn't wanna be friends again bc of how green ignored him for so long so I think they don't become close again until After the gym challenge "rivalry"/red dissapearing/reuniting years later. So they were both missing each other a lot but both felt unable to reach out bc of the distance that grew between them when green pulled away. Anyways tldr green pro masker leaf trying very hard to mask but struggling a bit and red rawdogging his autism never masked a day in his life.

[skitskatdacat63]

I literally can't stop thinking about this sequence of pictures, actually completely brainrotting me

[ruethrills]

Was thinking about them today (the precursor to my Sydcarmy fixation) and how what happened to them was a crime so Ima need Chris Storer to let me have this one thing 😭

[athene-owl]

Whenever some white fandom thing like The Amazing Digital Circus or Dr Who or 911 or literally anything trends on here, I sure hope y'all are going out of your way to accuse people in those tags of not caring about Palestine and condescendingly lecture them about "real" social issues! Or is that attitude reserved for black women discussing Kendrick Lamar? 🤔🤔🤔