#i wonder if they did that intentionally?

[57sfinest]

Are there any particular scenes in the game that REALLY stick out to you that aren't talked about much online?

i feel like all the big scenes are talked about enough but like... maybe the payphone with dora? just something about it hurts me

the fact that dora picked up and stayed on as long as she did. harry had her *mirova* number so deeply ingrained into his muscle memory he could do it with his eyes closed after getting his brain wiped. how did he even get that? did she let him have it? was there a telephone book? did he have to do some borderline-stalking to get ahold of it?

the fact that no matter what you say to her initially, as she wakes up her response just amounts to "oh... not this again." again. how many times have they done this? how many times has harry, unknowingly or uncaringly, gotten drunk or high or both and called dora in the middle of the night (in her time) to hear her voice, and what has he said? does he beg her to come back or get angry?

idk there's just so much resignation and patience on dora's end, or at least that how it feels to me. she's isolas away- she can afford to be patient now. this clearly isn't something she wants to be doing, but she doesn't hang up on him, just lets him talk until the payphone runs out of money or he hangs up on his own. he broke her heart and made it all about himself but here she is, sitting on the phone at 4am when she's got work in 2 hours, listening to him ramble on about god-knows-what. and she's got to be worried. every time he hangs up she wonders if it will be the last time, and if so, why will it be the last time? will it be because he grew up and got over it, or because he finally killed himself? it's not her responsibility to worry or care anymore, but things are never that simple. of course some part of her will always be a little bit concerned (or at least morbidly curious) about how he's doing. as awful as these calls are, they must reassure her a tiny bit.

[kirby-the-gorb]

[stopper-my-heart]

Nothing like Heartstopper S2E8 removing some of Taylor Swift's "seven" lyrics just so that the singing can specifically come back in at "Or hide in the closet" while Isaac is processing difficult emotions related to the book he's reading (i.e., Ace: What Asexuality Reveals About Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen).

Did I mention "Or hide in the closet" hits just as the camera focus finishes shifting away from Isaac?

This is fine

[crumb]

matt johnson in his underwear from nirvana the band the show s02e03 save me.. matt johnson in his underwear from nirvana the band the show s02e03 save me matt johnson in his underwear from nirvana the band the show s02e03..

[theghostofashton]

thinking about how tk reacts to being called the coach's son, how upset he is, how he turns to recounting his accomplishments, trying to create that distance between them, and thinking about how many times he's done this before. what it must've been like to grow up as owen strand's son in the aftermath of 9/11. the boy whose dad saved so many people and lost his entire crew, then rebuilt his entire firehouse. thinking about how many times tk's been called the coach's son, accused of being favored because of who his dad is, unable to exist outside of owen's shadow for all incredible, wonderful, heroic reasons that somehow don't feel that way. the tension between loving his dad and being so proud of him and resenting him a little for all of it.

[heniareth]

Morrigan's comment towards Alistair, the "So you have finally decided to rejoin us, have you? Falling on your blade in grief seemed like too much trouble, I take it?" is such an objectively nasty thing to say but also. Also!! This is Flemeth. This is Flemeth's brand of "humor". These are the only jokes Morrigan has ever been exposed to and the TONE SHE USES HERE!!! Morrigan I love and appreciate your attempts at bantering please please let me give you a crash course in jokes that will make everybody laugh

[13eyond13]

omg okay so he's aware about it at least

[spaghetti-taako]

I'm sure I'm not the only one who got overly attached to these characters, and i wondered which one of these people consider their favourite/most memorable. btw I excluded Madame de Pompadour because I had a feeling she would sweep and wanted to give everyone a fair chance (probably should have taken out Sally as well, but that's already too much meddling)

also it's not about whether or not they'd even want to be a companion just that they deserve to be one so don't come at me for putting Joan there, I love her dearly she can do whatever she wants forever.

[et-excrucior]

So I’m going to highlight something I’m not sure people who like skeletons and curiosities think about often:

the human skeletal remains you see for sale in oddities shops were invariably grave-robbed.

I worked with human remains in an academic research context in the US for more than a decade. One of the first things I tried to teach my students was respect for the remains in our collections, not only because they were people, deserving of dignity in their death, but also because most of the skeletal remains in academic teaching collections were not donated voluntarily. In most cases, we have no idea exactly where they came from or to whom they belonged.

Historically, there has been a huge international trade in human skeletal remains for teaching medical students. The trade reached its peak in the 19th Century and continued for much of the 20th, and while ostensibly the practice was banned in India in 1985, it does still exist illegally. In the US and Europe, most of the remains in teaching collections were sourced from India through bone traders. Bone traders were (are) lower caste people charged with disposing of human remains—often by cremation, but also by interring in graves—but instead of doing so, sold the remains on to medical schools in the US/Europe through the intermediary of anatomical and medical supply companies. These anatomical specimens are the remains of people who were, unknowingly and without consent of their loved ones, denied their humanity in death to satisfy the appetite of the West for anatomical specimens, despite the remains of their own people being considered largely sacrosanct.

Which leads me to my next point: this practice originated under British Colonialism in India. I hope I don’t need to draw this point out, but objectification of these remains by medical students and researchers is a furtherance of the Western colonial project and othering of people of colour. As medical students, we’re trained to divorce ourselves emotionally from the remains we learn from in the name of professionalism. Medicine can often be confronting, and it serves patients and doctors alike to be able to continue working calmly and objectively in the face of those challenges. But in a world where empires and scientific disciplines have been (and continue to be) built on a legacy of scientific racism and dehumanisation, it behooves us to consider exactly how those teaching specimens were acquired—and how they came to be for sale.

Any human skeleton or human bones you see for sale in oddity stores are invariably retired teaching specimens, or were otherwise originally purchased through an anatomical specimen supply company that leveraged bone traders for acquiring their wares. In other words, those remains were grave-robbed, or stolen from funeral pyres and morgues. It is vanishingly unlikely that they are remains of known, ethically-sourced provenance like informed donation. If they were, they would not have been relinquished to the general public to be sold for profit. There would be contractual obligations that dictate how those remains would be managed once they need to be retired from teaching/decommissioned.

Please keep this in mind when you see human remains for sale in oddity shops. Buy plastic or ceramic teaching models instead. Don’t unwittingly continue creating a market for stolen human remains.

[handsomegentlebutch]

My 3 little cousins were baptized today. "Triggered" is kind of a strong word but being in a catholic church again... I'm a little fragile rn ngl.

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

Some days I hate the "For you" page so much, it turns into a Free Blocking List. Also if people gonna draw Cazador and Astarion as a ship, especially in a sexual context, the LEAST they can do is TAG IT! ffs

[lexreadsdiversely]

Pet peeves: when someone reads, for example, a YA book about characters who have been chronically ill or deeply traumatized their entire lives and complain that they act younger than their age. There's never any reflection as to why the characters act "immature" for their age, even though the answer is right in front of them. This then turns into "the author clearly doesn't know how to write YA characters" rather than "the author is writing traumatized YA characters who spent some of their most significant developmental years in survival mode and that's reflected in the characters' thought processes and behaviors."

You see this with the way people talk about adult characters with chronic illness or trauma under their belt, too. Especially characters in their twenties. You get "this character acts like they're in a YA book, they're so immature and they make awful decisions." Idk maybe it's because I'm in my thirties now and I can look back on myself and everyone my age, but people kind of act like twenty-somethings are supposed to be beacons of Adult Maturity and make the best decisions in any given circumstance. That's so not realistic. Besides, the bad decision-making is often a key point of the story, and the author is trying to say something about the story or character. Characters who are working from Trauma Brain, or those who are sick and/or in pain constantly, aren't always going to make the best decisions. Non-traumatized, abled people don't either. This isn't unique to us, it's a pretty human thing.

Like it's cool if you're just not meshing with the character, but them being "immature" isn't inherently a sign that the writer doesn't know how to write for this age group.

(And this isn't even getting into what the average person thinks age appropriate maturity levels are, and the biases and ableism that often accompanies these ideas. It's also not getting into how sexism and racism force girls and children of color - and doubly so for girls of color - to grow up faster, take on more responsibilities than they should, and generally prevent them from having a regular fucking childhood.)

Rant over!

[frogathy]

childhood was spent thinking i’d go to hell and men would not love me if i swore so now to heal from that i am swearing as much as i fucking can until i come to my own fucking conclusion about how i feel regarding the usage of such crude vocabulary

[bohemiandeer]

Aight so, currently working on a Lifeweaver fic, for those who remember my ancient comment of me planning on using this Khmer Oc in a setting with Niran, it's related to that, and part of that fic is basically an exploration into both character's families. Meaning, I had to headcanon out Niran's, and oh my fricking lord- Here's what I got so far since I find that it's not only something that'd be pretty interesting. Mr. Pruksamansee Meticulously neat and perfectionistic in how he dresses and carries himself and is someone who continuously demands control over the situation, even his children's lives. He comes off as a sincere father who has warm moments at times and only wants them to have and ONLY have the best of the best and was under the thing of everything he does is because it's what's best for them. Even if "they don't like it now"., But is predominantly overly strict to the point of bordering on coming off as cold. Especially because he loathes losing control over almost everything, it's something he carries over from both his work and upbringing into his own parenting because not only was he raised in a strict environment reminiscent of the one he cultivates in the home. Is also typically highly revered, especially since outside the home/in public he's a highly charismatic figure, he can be charming when he wants to be. He was practically trained to use charisma as an on/off switch, because of the familial belief that intelligence, especially a top quality education, and diligence helps, but it isn't enough to make it on its own. That in order to make literally any profound impact on the world, you have to have influence. But also comes off as highly out of touch with those outside his class range to the point of being unintentionally kind of insulting/arrogant about it. Not necessarily out of any malice whatsoever, but more so in the sense that he just doesn't know any better because he was born into the sheltered, out of touch life of generational wealth. In short he is, basically one of those ignorant old money people who has never had a single normal conversation with a minimum wage worker in his entire life. Also. He royally screwed up his son to the point that Niran doesn't want to talk to him specifically. Because of Niran being a perpetual spanner in his works since birth and him having overly high expecations for Niran on a consistent basis, especially out of Niran being the eldest son. Mrs.Pruksamanee

Elegant in a overly clean, almost air polished sense with a indirectly documented tendency to be a overly perfectionistic germaphobe. Especially since she comes from a background of being this beautiful highly sought after socialite turned reverred matriarch. While the kinder of Niran’s parents,she’s detached and highly out of touch with her son and his interests. Instead expecting him to fit into the slot of the “perfect son”. Something which also stems from the fact that she was never really involved at all in the "messier" parts of child rearing and only really took up rearing Niran and his siblings in regards to their etiquette and education because the former was always handled by nannies and household staff. Considering like Mr.Pruksamanee, she's a product of her upbringing, that was how she was raised. As such, she doesn't even really know her own son as a person, in addition to as such, treating him as somewhat of an extension of her and his father. As such often was overly fussy and somewhat naggy with him, especially when he didn't fall in line with how he was expected to act. Niran was always cagey with being open about anything personal with her, because he always expected she'd nag him over it by default, in addition to Niran not knowing his mom all that well as a person either to confide in her all that much. She is more open to expressing emotion,but only in a highly curated way that is societally acceptable and worthy of reverence. One open genuine emotion that's a highly complicated one for her overall is parental affection because while she genuinely loves her children, she has no idea how to show it "appropriately" without "coddling" them past a certain age, and as such has reached the point of compensating for such by showing affection via splurging on them and overall spoiling them. Especially since she herself is highly extravagent with money. Overall, highly dictated by what is and what is not acceptable among the higher classes of society and is also overly strict on her children and what she considers to be the best for them in that regard. She wants them to be a good example for the world around them. Which- Niran eventually proceeded to screw up in her eyes by becoming a fugitive. She's more lenient/sympathetic to those below their family's station, but similarly to Mr.Pruksamanee is HIGHLY ignorant towards them and their way of life, especially their struggles and means of going about things. She finds them kind of odd. But at least was ALWAYS the one to hammer into the children and even her husband at times to treat the staff with respect nonetheless as the main one in charge of them, and always generally made sure they were well cared for. Also took on Mr.Pruksamanee's penchant for wanting everything to be under control, hence why she acts as his primary mediator, especially in the home. ALSO royally fucked up her kid, but not to the same extent as Mr.Pruksamanee. At least he still talks to her on occasion when she reaches out to him to check if he's okay and/or provide Niran financial aid. Even when it's just to let her know that he's perfectly fine and that no, he isn't in fact, dead or dying.

[ice-sculptures]

thank you for the tag @wheelerstrange (and @diazblunt on my other acc!!) 🥰

last song: hotel room service by pitbull - i went out with my best friend and a few of her friends this weekend and one of them is a huge pitbull fan who blasted that song in the car on the way back and so it's been stuck in my head since saturday and i recently played it to try to get it out of my head 😭

currently watching: i am attempting to watch the summer i turned pretty but i don't think it's going very well 💀

currently reading: i kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston...i've been seeing a lot of stuff about the rwrb movie but i wasn't a huge fan of that book so i wanted to see if the author had written anything else that i could be into and found this one instead 😅

current obsession: 911 on fox (soon to be abc)!! it's been 6 months since i started (re)watching the show and the brainrot has Not stopped and i don't think it's going to stop anytime soon 🫡

tagging @lucassinclaer @shitouttabuck @sharpesjoy @padme-amidala @magentamee @howtobecomeadragon @wheelersboy @thefabulousfab-3 @artistaquinterob @mlchaelwheeler and anyone else who would like to do this ❤️

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Tama is well aware she's not a.. normal kit.

She gets sick often, and a strange woman that's white and red comes to fix her up. She hears things she shouldn't, people's voices, and clacking.

She knows she doesn't belong in this home.

Home was simpler, literally. Shapes were simpler, her family was simpler..

She was simpler.

And she knows she doesn't belong. She took the place of someone, she's sure of it.

You're so steadfast for a child.

There was that little voice in her mind again. It sounded like claws tapping against glass, or maybe even fingers. There was no voice attached, and yet she knows what it was saying.

Tama shrugged, looking at the music box in front of her. "I don't think I'm wrong.. mom and dad don't want to tell me, but I think everyone forgets I can hear stuff.."

I mean, no kidding. You don't speak about it.

"Becahse I don't want to." She moved to lay on her stomach. Her limbs felt heavy puppet-like, like she was tired. "It's not like it'll help."

Sure it could!

"I don't belong." She changed the subject, moving slowly to open the music box. It took effort to do what she wanted, of her own will. "I used to be simple."

That word again, simple. It was what her old life was, in Aire Village. In Aire Village, everyone was simple. Coats were never too detailed, and conversations were always short. The houses and the trees plain, like a drawing she would make.

Her sister was simple. Simple as could be, but Tama hardly remembered what she looked like.

Brown fur with white splotches, she thought. That was her sister.

Her ear flicked, and she could suddenly hear a conversation.

"..and when do we tell her?" That was dad. (Did she have a right to call Ambrosia her dad? She was just a simple cat, him the royal jester.)

"I think we do when she's older, when she can understand it better. Maybe when she's 11." The voice of her mom spoke. (She couldn't dare to call Nimbus her mom. Nimbus was a Songbird for crying out loud. Why would she want someone so.. simple?)

Her hearing reverted. That was quick.

You are a sad kid. And that's coming from me.

"I just think a lot," she countered. A heavy pawed touched the stick figure in the middle of the music box, posed to look like a marionette hanging from its strings. "I don't go out."

Just like me for real.

Tama flicked her tail. She didn't know what that meant. Maybe she'd ask Nimbus, she was smart.

Why so quiet?

"Where did I come from?" She asked the voice, knowing it'd get her nowhere. Slowly, she lowered her head to rest on her crossed arms. (She doesn't feel tired, not at all. She just can't move, doesn't feel like moving.)

Come on, you know my answer.

"I don't like you," Tama remarked softly.

One day, you'll get it.

The voice fades away, and Tama sits back up, her body feeling lighter. She stretches and looks out her bedroom window.

Maybe she should go out to the garden. That always cheers her up.