#i hope everybody is okay!

[cwarscars]

(( replaying the original ffvii is always interesting especially because i’ve been playing through remake, too - so i’m like, actively comparing them and -

* i way prefer original’s writing. it’s much more nuanced and the characters feel more complex. avalanche ARE responsible for the deaths of innocents and each character feels like a mixture of good and bad (like real peeps). nobody is watered down which i appreciate. 

- example, rufus is nice to his troops / has good intentions but will also deadass execute avalanche just to improve public opinion  - tseng is shown to be pretty callous about the platefall (ditto for reno etc) but they’re also shown to be likable in their own rights ala gongaga / temple of the ancients.  - aerith has that whole otherworldly-ancient thing going on without needing a cheat sheet showing her the end outcome. like, she goes to her death not because she’s ‘ready to die’ or whatever but because she knows she needs to ‘activate holy’. like, she’s sort of as in the dark as everybody else but she’s brave enough to power through it (which personally, i prefer in comparison to her ‘i know the ending lol’ thing of the remake)  - hojo. man, what the hell? so, i just did costa del sol and you can find hojo on the beach surrounded by ladies (hojo got pussy game wot?) - and he asks aerith about ilfana, is surprised she’s dead and then is generally just like ‘fuck u guys i wanted a holiday’. i know it’s kind of an easter egg but also, it’s a far cry from what we get in remake?  - barret is always perfect 

*the story in general. i’ve always felt remake blows it’s load WAY too soon and gives far too much away for the sake of - i don’t even know what? - while i’ve been playing og with my partner, i’ve been explaining things to him and like, we did the kalm flashback and he was like ‘ohhh so this is why cloud doesn’t like sephiroth’ and i was like ‘well - do you think this flashback is real / reliable?’ and my partner was like ‘hold up, w o t ?’ 

*the implication that jenova is the big bad and not sephiroth. i’ll take it to the grave that jenova is the one pulling the strings the entire time and seph is essentially just a vessel for her (right up until the end, where i assume he’s ‘resurrected’) - the story has always felt confusing in that respect but i’ve always felt it makes sense that jenova is the one calling the shots and not sephy. i’m not sure if remake will really touch on this (it gives up glimpses of jenova but /more/ of sephy - but who knows; it’s a running theme throughout og ff7 so /shrug/ maybe remake will experiment with that). personally, i love jenova being the ultimate villain. i could write an essay on why she is tbqh & i think the devs retconned in game shit to appease fans in thinking seph is the ‘main villain’.

i just - yeah. like, i’ll always prefer original. there are things about the remake i love but replaying them side by side - one is way better than the other in terms of storytelling / narrative & characters. ))

[v1codn]

no you DONT know queer pain unless you've seen the end scene in the series finale of hit 2004 show house md everybody lies when you realize house and wilson are simply now a shell of what they once were ending as they had began, freeing each other from cells they didn't want to be in with bail money they didn't have but at least they were together when it all went to shit

[casualavocados]

You know what's out there? A series of higher tones. It's arranged by nature. It's governed by the laws of physics of the whole universe. It's an overtone, it's an energy, it's a wavelength. And if you're not riding it, good lordy, you'll never hear it.

AUGUST RUSH (2007) dir. Kirsten Sheriden

[whatsjulietslastname]

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ LIFE IS STRANGE DOUBLE EXPOSURE SPOILERS STOP READING THIS JUST SCROLL DO NOT READ THIS CMON YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO PLAY THE GAME AND FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS ON YOUR OWN SCROLL RIGHT NOW

so um. i am NOT buying this game. from the little i saw i can already tell how much of an out-of-character cash grab it is. also, pricefield broke up. i am SO done with this shit. they really should’ve left Max and Chloe’s story (because it’s THEIR story dude this whole thing is so dumb) alone. this is not respecting both endings. r.i.p. Chloe Price you would’ve hated this

[avixthecat]

Hang in there, everybody! We can get through this!

@neverniko101 <3

[johnlockifconvenient]

Halloween - Noah Kahan - Loustat

you know how to haunt

@actofheartbreak @theprodigaldaughterisback @andrewgowerfans @marmarthehatterverse @willneverbeordinary

@boring-side-effect @wo-mary @crueclown22 @innmortality @ohh1hghjgvhhj2

@reesegarrett @uughthisbitch @lovelylittlelosers @ofakingandhislionheart

[spaceratprodigy]

💋 Cybill and Iris 💋

@grimreapersbutt — it is mandatory Looking At Them hours btw

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[shinyobservationtree]

"AR: Jake, come here I wanna take a selfie."

For @alphacule week prompt Warm!! I'm not three days late, don't worry about it

[angelnumber27]

violently forcing myself to have better days

[thetomorrowshow]

urinetown au with jimmy as bobby and

post canceled i already did this in trust au

[pinkcatmaid]

Me when I see a pink blog saying positive words about food and plus size fellows girls: 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[masquenoire]

Random Headcanon Generator.

Roman has punched a hole in their wall.

Roman has been to prison.

Roman cracks their knuckles very loudly.

Roman's favourite colour is pink.

Roman gets road rage.

Roman is great with kids.

Roman is awful with kids.

Roman likes board games, but no one else wants to play with them.

Roman uses the word "fuck" like a comma.

Roman doesn't know how to say they're sorry.

Tagged byStolen from a few of y'all: @babydxhl, @byanyan, @mad-hunts, @question-marked, @ratwhsprs, @smilingmxsk and some others? Tagging: Whoever hasn't done it yet!

[ssaalexblake]

dw is a mid kid's sci-fi tv show and it's quality level has been mostly entirely consistent (mid, basically, with the occasional very good episode to balance out with crimes against humanity it sometimes produces) the whole reboot, and anybody acting like the Only thing going into peoples opinions of the characters are writing preferences are either Deeply naive or are trying to hide something they know people will not take kindly to.

[softquietsteadylove]

I just had an evil idea. What if one day Gilgamesh finally had to make good on his promise to kill Thena if the Mahd Wy'ry ever took over her completely? Maybe he deals with it alone or one of the others finds him, up to you. I know you're good with angst so this should be painful

Gil's chest constricted. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He just stared, trying to wrap his head around what was happening. "No...n-no, I-"

The Deviant--the demonic entity facing him dropped its shield onto the jungle floor. Its vines had reached around the Strongest Eternal and retrieved something to serve as a defense. It was a wall of flesh, used only to absorb the shock of a punch.

The body rolled and tumbled, limbs dead weight, blonde hair falling lightly in comparison. Her eyes were still open, and the white colour that had been fogging them cleared to reveal their usual green. It was dark, and they no longer held their shine. The Warrior Eternal was dead.

Gilgamesh's chest puffed as he tried to breathe. He couldn't. What he was seeing didn't make any sense to him. The face of Thena, his lifelong partner, was staring up at him. But it wasn't her. It didn't look like her. His powers dissipated, sparks of gold disappearing into the still and heavy air, a minimal light in the growing dark.

"That is truly a shame," the devil lamented. "Her powers would have been one of the most useful to me."

Gil couldn't understand the words it was saying either. He knelt--fell to his knees. He reached slowly, delicate as he grasped the shoulder of the woman he loved. "Thena?"

She had no response. Her body was heavy as he lifted her into his embrace. He had snapped her spine, destroyed it in a way even an Eternal wouldn't survive. Maybe it was the most merciful way, with Mahd Wy'ry clouding her mind and that thing holding her, maybe she hadn't known it was he who had landed the killing blow.

He didn't know if it was better if that thing was the last she had seen, or if it would have been better for her to see him, only for him to end her life the way he had. As violent as the nature of their powers were, he never wanted to turn that force unto her. Even in all his years thwarting the attacks of her episodes, he always did his best to protect her and himself.

"Oh, Thena," Gilgamesh whimpered. His breath still came sparingly, his throat constricted far too tight. He cradled her head against his chest, the way he would if she were merely having a terrible dream. He ran his fingers through her hair as he watched the golden lines of her energy pull away from her skin, leaving the grey remains of the physical body.

Gold glittered the air again as the Warrior Eternal's life left her in the last way possible. Their own took cautious and unbelieving steps towards them.

"Gil!"

He felt the vines of that thing at his back. Horrific appendages made to do worse than end life: made to steal it. He set Thena down gently, unwilling to cause her any more unrest.

The trees quivered as he turned, roaring out the energy building up in his body. Rage and grief coursed through him as he turned and grabbed the creature. His hands were more than capable of crushing through its flesh, no matter what being of natural make or nightmare of the stars. He ripped its arms from its body.

Gilgamesh arched his hands up. He watched the shadow of his sledgehammer fists stretch over the beast's face before he brought them down. The forest blew back from the impact, even more than the last time he'd landed a punch like this. And he kept going.

Every hit, every strike, every scream he let out of his lungs for a loss of what else to do, that thing would suffer. He would make something incapable of death experience the loneliness of pain. He would make it understand what it meant to be alone--what it meant to fear.

The ground impacted from his strength. He continued. He swung his fists, the air bending around him, compressing and bursting, gold streaking through the dusk as he swung at it like an animal fighting for its life.

The thing was dead. He didn't care. He wanted it to be no more. He wanted to beat it down so small that it disappeared into the wind or bled into the core of the earth. His strength would prove that it was still good for something. Now that he had failed to protect his greatest love, he would enact the greatest punishment he could.

"Gil, stop it!"

They were calling him, but he couldn't hear them. He couldn't understand what they were saying. He kept seeing Thena's lifeless face, the feeling of her Cosmic Energy fading into nothing. Now that there was no more Thena, he didn't even feel like he was on Earth anymore. There was nothing to center and anchor him. He felt as if all of his senses had been shut off and there was only pain remaining.

He had never been without Thena's energy to match the rhythm of his, not in all their millennia together. And now, all the air in his lungs was gone, his blood was no longer flowing because his heart was empty and void. He was afloat, trying to follow what remained of Thena in pure stardust.

Gilgamesh roared one last time as he tore the thing apart. What was once its body cavity was forced open with his fingers like an agate, revealing its jagged insides. Its arms were strewn and its head simply was no more. And yet still looking at it only made him want to do more.

"That's enough," his brothers attempted to pull him away, out of the crater he had created.

He turned away, throwing them off of him. He walked back to Thena, laid where he had left her. Her sisters were leaning over her precious body, but he waved them away.

He picked her up again, cradling her head and her poor, broken back. He held her delicate shoulders, which used to curl into him, seeking his warmth. His fingers slid into the depths of her thick blonde hair. She already felt cold.

His tears fell onto her. Once her hand would wipe them away, but now it lay limp beside her. He rocked them back and forth, his body now unsteady without anything real at all for connection. He pressed his cheek to her hair, "my Thena."

He could hear their family moving behind him. They were building a fire, to release her body, to follow her Cosmic Energy back to the stars and their home. But he held her tighter.

You may have to kill her; that was what they once said. And he had said that was a chance he was willing to take. Because he would take any chance in the world to be with his Thena even one more day. And for beings without natural death, he didn't take it lightly.

But this wasn't right. He didn't want to build her a funeral pyre. He didn't want his eyes to watch a fire consume the life of a woman whose every second and minute and hour he would weave into a beautiful tapestry of if he could.

They should have been home. They would have been in Australia, at the home they had built together. He would bury her in the warm, red sands, under the tree she liked. Life without her would be pain but at least he could continue his mission.

His mission was never to protect earth. It wasn't to kill Deviants or serve some far away god. His mission was to protect Thena. It was to love and cherish the woman who had been by his side from the moment he opened his eyes. And he would have spent the rest of Eternity protecting her, until Earth ripped itself in half to mercifully swallow him up into oblivion.

They expected him to give her up. But this was the woman he loved. He held the body of his wife, as preciously as he would on any day, or any night.

Thena had once said that she didn't want to be the one to kill him. She had begged him to kill her first. He had never agreed, because he didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't think he was capable either. He didn't want to endure the pain of living without her, something surely even his strength couldn't weather.

"I kept my promise," he whispered against her forehead, pressing a kiss to it. What a terrible promise it was. He had taken the chance, but to live with it was something harder.

"Gil," Sersi's soft whisper reached him, her hand on his arm.

"Just wait for me, sweetheart," he cooed to his ever-sleeping wife. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and under her knees, picking her up for the last time. The pyre was ready. Even if it was already lit, he would lean into the fire gently, just to lie her to sleep the way she liked. "I'll come and find you."

[teddybeartoji]

*touches the ground after seeing you reblog that toji art a bunch of times* something happened here..

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I COULDN'T HELLPPP IT OKAYY HE'S SOOO SEXX I NEED TO GNAW ON THAT MAN NOWW MY TEETH ITCH!!!!!!!! THE SHORTS AND THE THIGHS FUCKING KILLED ME MOSS I AM DEAD PLEASE COME TO MY FUNERAL

[amrv-5]

Okay given that my 25th birthday (wow) falls directly on American election day and also that it's been a trying week already if anybody wants to be really nicey* to me next Tuesday I would be grateful forever <3

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