#id love to hear your thoughts!

[starlightiing]

Hi! If it’s not too much of a bother, could you say what made you like Esteban? He’s one of the few guys on the grid that I think I only “dislike” because the majority does. I feel like it’d help to “get to know” him a little from other perspectives.

Heyya anon! I appreciate you reaching out to ask me about this and to learn a bit about Esteban in general, instead of just continuing to blindly follow the crowd.

There are many things I love about Esteban. First and foremost, he is incredibly sweet and very, very humble. He did not come from a rich family like majority of the other drivers. When he was a child, his parents sold their family home and got a caravan to fund Esteban and also follow him around from race to race when he was Karting. He remembers that wholeheartedly and talks about it often in interviews. He is grateful and gracious and has a very strong relationship with his parents. He used to help his dad (who owned a garage and worked on cars) when he was young as well.

Because of this, his spirit to fight and do well is very strong. His parents made so many sacrifices for him and for them, he puts his all, every bit of his heart into what he does. It's part of the reason why he competes as hard as he does. He has ALWAYS had to fight for everything, where most others got seats because they bought them or brought in huge sponsors, ect. Fighting is all he knows.

He has also since paid his parents back the money they put into him. His parents are so dear to his heart ���

His kindness astounds me. He is the sweetest to his fans. I'll place some links here at the bottom for your viewing pleasure. One of them, a fan gives him a friendship bracelet and he's so grateful for it and immediately puts it on. He smiles so brightly at her as he thanks her and it's very warm. There's another where a young boy launches at him, and security tries to pry him off but Esteban tells them it's okay, and the boy is clung to him, crying, kissing his hand and Esteban is saying "I'm here, I'm here. What's wrong? I'm here." To him the whole time, patiently taking photos and signing his hat and hugging him. Every fan encounter for Esteban has always been a soft and gentle recount of events, no one has ever said he was off color to them. He apparently speaks to track workers frequently as well and makes time for anyone that wants to talk to him. I will also link some interviews that really showcase his heart and he talks about his family, his racing, and even one where he mentions a moment that hurt him when he had an encounter with a "fan" that only took a photo with him bc he was famous and then said "I didn't like you at first but after talking to you, I do." He's not afraid to say when things hurt him. He's not afraid of much of anything, really.

As a driver, he is fierce. He can come off very intimidating on the track. He can come off as scary and dangerous. He isn't. He is a strong, fierce competitor and he doesn't settle for less. He was THROWING UP in his helmet at a race once and kept driving. He's stated that he will never retire his car for himself having physical issues. He will always push. He will always fight. This is it for him. Formula one is it. Nothing will ever be enough for him. This spirit, coming from a tough childhood where he was forced to grow up too quickly, with the strain and stress of the world on his shoulders to perform at his best because any less was unacceptable, knowing his parents gave up everything for him, it's so vibrant and strong. Does this mean he makes stupid mistakes sometimes? Of course. They all do. But it just shows the passion that's there and the spirit to push and fight and do the best he absolutely can do. He doesn't settle for less from anyone else and most certainly not less from himself.

I personally love the way he drives. There are times he makes me nervous and gets my heart rate up when he does some crazy maneuvers and sometimes I'm yelling WHAT ARE YOU DOING but otherwise, I love the fight. You can see his heart when he races and I think that's really amazing.

I leave you now with some links. I've of course not been able to touch on everything, but this should be enough information for you to form your own opinion on him I think! But feel free to reach out for more content if you'd like some! I will always wax poetic about this man 💕 He is a treasure.

Links!

Very excited fan: https://x.com/stxphology/status/1797649796788031703

Friendship bracelet: https://www.tumblr.com/starlightiing/749111919198240768?source=share

Deep dive interview: https://youtu.be/Y_riefCAJJ8?si=VXpbSe4Zrbu_go03

Reddit asks him questions: https://youtu.be/6khoBjn50VI?si=ewZh11sy27pan6-S

Thank you anon, for looking to form your own opinion (even if you end up still not liking him) instead of following the crowd!

[judgedarts]

i've been in the process of making these yugi and yami yugi coin pouches for the past couple months! they have a little keychain for you to take them on the go too 🥺❤️ they're not finalized yet, but i just wanted to share! i'd like to make the other characters and finalize the pricing before opening preorders, so please look forward to seeing them soon! also here's another idea.. a larger plush ita bag!

[fizzbot]

APOLOGY TOUR SPOILERS / HELLUVA BOSS CRITICAL POST

(please just dont read if youre a fan/are gonna be annoying in my tags/replies)

i LOVE verosika. i was super excited to see an episode all about her. she has EVERY right to be mad at blitz, and i do enjoy seeing things from the perspective of his victims. BUT.....i was really disappointed in her portrayal in apology tour. MOSTLY just because i was dissapointed in stolas portrayal in apology tour, and think this ep wouldve been better if it was more about BLITZ instead. rant under the cut

im not gonna give the whole rant about how annoying it is that stolas is constantly woobified, because 100 critical blogs have done it much more gracefully than i ever could. but it is just SO dissapointing to watch a man that couldve been SUCH a compelling villain be the ONLY one who is EVER sympathized with in the show. we are supposed to feel bad for him and believe that both sides are wrong in the stolitz situation, when stolas' crimes are SO MUCH WORSE than all of blitzs bad deeds combined. he co-erced blitz into a sex contract as the only means of doing his job, and then made HIM feel guilty for not falling n love with him during it. the 'both sides are in the wrong' comment gets particularly frustrating when the show has, tme and time again, only let stolas be the one with support. blitz is made to look unreasonable, no matter how right he is. and, in this instance, stolas is the one getting invited to this party to celebrate being ""wronged"" by blitz.

back to verosika. especially now that the episode is out, i am even more firmly on her side. the fact that blitz broke up with HER because things were getting too serious is interesting (albiet not as interesting as i think it couldve been but thats a rant for another post). im not saying she should forgive blitz, but i do struggle to fully agree with her because of how she treated stolas in the episode. she is the first to comfort him, the first to try and encourage him to shit-talk blitz, etc etc and i just dont understand.....why?

ive already had problems with her character since the sexual assault ""joke"" from spring broken, but this also really left a bad taste in my mouth. i totally understand her desire to party and sympathize with other people who were harmed by blitz, but its frustrating that stolas was invited to be among them. stolas, the man who is very much NOT THE VICTIM in his relationship with blitz. this is more the fault of the writers than verosika herself, but it is SO FRUSTRATING that she gave him the spotlight and is trying to help him heal from a situation that is ENTIRELY HIS FAULT. stolas didnt just hurt blitzs feelings, he sexually coerced and abused him. of all people, shouldnt verosika understand how terrible that can be? the kind of hurt that can do to a person? im not saying that this terrible relationship FORGIVES blitz's wrongdoings, but you shouldnt be giving his fucking abuser a stage and a microphone to talk shit about his victim. this becomes so much more insidious to me with the conversation she has with blitz on the balcony, later. this was actually a pretty good scene imo but it could certainly be better.

this is much more opinionated and i wouldnt be surprised if even the critical community isnt with me on this one, but i long for an alternate verson of this episode thats focused on verosika being on blitz's side, instead. its been over 5 years since they dated, and even though she is still allowed to be mad, it would be nice to see that shes moved on. maybe give her a new partner like barbie wire and let her throw these parties just so she can look back and laugh and help blitz's other victims heal in the same way that she has. not to bring up an also not-great show, but in rick and morty, we see a relationship between rick and one of his ex-partners named unity. they were really terrible for each other, enabling bad/unhealthy behaviors, generally being awful. their break-up was messy, but in recent seasons, we see unity coming back, upon hearing that rick was doing something self-destructive. they worried about him, because a part of them still cared, as much as they were hurt by his actions. i would have LOVED to see a similar thing with blitz and verosika, where verosika finds out about the relationship blitz is trapped in/just got out of. i think it would be SO MUCH MORE naratively interesting, for her to be supportive of his little apology tour, and maybe even inviting HIM to the "blitzo sucks" party. not everyone (or anyone) needs to forgive him; in fact, i think coming to this party would give him perspective. his relationship with stolas has hurt him so badly, he can finally step back and understand the harm that he did to all these people. the apologies that he gave, as he admits in the episode, were shallow. but i think framing stolas as the toxic one would be better in helping him realize that he has done wrong more than what the show is currently doing. and maybe some people at the party WILL forgive him. maybe he can apologize on the stage, and some people will empathize with his situation and believe that the apology is genuine, because hes finally had to be on the other end of his own hurt. and maybe THAT would be the first step in helping blitz realize that maybe he isnt completely unlovable, because there are people who cared about him enough to be THIS DEVASTATED upon getting their heart broken by him. a conversation with verosika about what he did to her would hit so much harder after this, imo

anyway. im sorry if this is completely incoherent/a bad point. i was just thinking about it and i am so sick of everyone being a stolas apologist </3

[empress-of-hugs]

Heart Of A Father

Chapter Two: Of Crêpe And Crêpes

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After breakfast, Rossi dragged Reid into the mall, kicking and screaming. Now, he smiled to himself, that would be quite the scene. The reality, however, was far more boring. Even though Reid protested during breakfast, and tried to protest once more as Rossi parked near the side entrance to the mall, he followed Rossi without issue as he passed the large glass doors. 

Rossi immediately turned right, leading Reid into a small shop called Simón’s Splendid Suits. The name was corny, he pondered not for the first time, but Simón himself had long since proven to be an expert at his craft. He greeted the lady behind the counter but kept walking. After all, he knew Simón was always happy to see him – and his wallet. Rossi smirked. “Good morning.” 

The short man looked up from his sewing. “Agent Rossi! What a pleasant surprise.” 

Rossi pointed his thumb at Reid, who had awkwardly followed him in. “This kid needs a decent suit, can you help me out?” 

Simón took a moment to take in the sight of Spencer Reid’s ungainly appearance. “I can,” he said slowly as if he doubted his own words. 

Turning to the kid, Rossi forced himself to see Reid through Simón’s eyes. The frumpled, dirty, and torn clothes. The awkward fumbling. The constant, anxious bopping of his Adam’s apple. He frowned lightly. “He’s had a bit of bad luck, lately. I’m hoping some nice clothes will help him feel better.” 

Reid, who up to this point hadn’t said a word, finally opened his mouth again and Rossi really wished he hadn’t. “I really don’t need a suit, Rossi. I mean, I have one, for funerals and the like. But I never wear suits otherwise. I wouldn’t even really know what to do with it. Hotch always tells me to bring my suit to work the next day – he gives it back to me a few days later…” 

Rossi watched as Simón rested his head on his fists for a moment. ‘Scuse me, Agent,” he murmured, “but would you mind if I explained to your troubled young man exactly how much those words hurt?” 

A smile formed on Rossi’s face. “I think he gets the point. Would you please take his measurements? That funeral suit of his is looking about threadbare by now.” 

Simón nodded and motioned for Reid to step onto his platform, taking out a measuring tape and grabbing a pad and pencil from his desk. The next hour or so was filled with Simón ordering Reid to stand still, to move this way or that way, or – more than once – to please stop rambling. Rossi sat on a comfortable plush chair and watched. Eventually, when all measurements were taken and Reid had been thoroughly put in his place by the exasperated tailor, Simón brought out a few different fabrics to choose from. They ranged in color from light gray to black, with one addition of lilac silk that Reid immediately rejected. Rossi quietly ordered him two dress shirts in that color when Reid wasn’t looking. Eventually, they settled on a light gray crêpe silk and a dark – almost but not quite – black wool. Rossi casually ordered matching ties and a handful of dress shirts before dragging a horror-stricken Reid out of there. He laughed off the younger man’s objections, repeating that Reid’s current suit was so far below par that he couldn’t even stand to look at it. He gently pulled Reid across the way to a larger, more commercial store. A place where the young Doctor would hopefully feel a bit more comfortable. That hope was soon squashed as a young man greeted them and Reid positively yelped. 

Rossi took a deep breath. He asked the clerk to please give them some space and quickly but carefully picked out an appropriate outfit. “Here,” he gently handed the clothes to Reid, who seemed still petrified near the doorway. “Try these on, please. If they fit, we’ll get them and then we’ll go get a snack or something to calm down, alright?” 

Reid nodded mutely, taking the clothes and following Rossi’s lead toward the changing rooms. As Reid tried on the clothes, Rossi picked up a few more sweaters and a pair of pants, handing them to Reid the moment the younger man attempted to exit the changing room. 

“But Rossi,” Reid protested weakly, “they fit. It’s fine. I really don’t need you to–” 

Rossi just smiled and cut off further protests by gently pushing Reid back into the changing room and closing the door. He waved over the clerk, noting the amused smile that played around the man’s lips. “How many colors does this come in?” Rossi asked him quietly while holding up the sweater Reid had just tried on. It was of a similar cut as the one he’d been wearing this morning. The one he ripped and later splashed grease on. The clerk took the shirt for a moment, examining it and scanning the tag.

“This one comes in five colors, Sir,” he said equally low. “Though I do not believe the beige will look good on your son. It would not compliment his complexion.” 

Rossi ignored the incorrect assumption and asked the man to please put two of each of the other colors behind the counter, excluding this one as it was to be worn out. The man nodded silently and handed him back the sweater before disappearing. 

Moments later Reid emerged from the dressing room, holding two separate piles of clothes. “This one itches,” he said as he held up a beautiful jacket that Rossi would’ve loved to see him wear. Still, he nodded and gently untangled the hanger from the rest of the pile, hanging the jacket on the rod next to him. 

“What’s wrong with the other ones?” He asked, hoping that at least the maroon vest would somehow be salvageable. 

“Well,” Reid did his best to untangle the mess without dropping anything. “This one feels awkward,” Rossi immediately hung the grey vest on the rod next to him. 

“This one just… doesn’t fit, somehow. It pulls in all the wrong places.” Without a word, Rossi took the sweater and hung it beside him. 

“This one,” Reid held up the maroon vest that Rossi was secretly excited for, “I’m pretty sure is a size too small. I really do like it though.” 

Next to Rossi, a pale hand extended toward the hanger. “Could I see that for a moment, please?” The clerk’s scanner beeped as he checked the tag. “I will get you one size up. Just a moment, please.” Rossi smiled as he watched the man go, relieved that his favorite item would get another chance. 

They went through the few remaining pieces, and Rossi felt like he was finally starting to get a handle on the kid’s style. Not what he had been wearing so far, but what he actually liked. And this store just wasn’t it. After Reid tried the maroon vest in a different size – and, at Rossi’s request showed him what it looked like on him – Rossi paid for the few items they had found that would work for Reid. Two pairs of pants, a few sweaters in different colors, and the red vest that Reid wore over his newly acquired sweater. It went well with the dark shirt and pants, but for some reason, Reid couldn’t stop picking at his new clothes as they made their way to the food court. 

“Are they uncomfortable?” Rossi inquired, his tone casual as he searched out a good mid-morning snack. 

“Not really, I just… I mean, I saw the price tag, Rossi!” Reid whisper-shouted at him. “They’re really expensive!” 

Rossi chuckled. “They’re not, really. They’re quality. Quality lasts, but you pay the price upfront.” He decided on the small booth that sold crêpes and ushered Reid towards it. “Let’s get a nice crêpe, forget about price tags, and find you a few more pants after. You need at least five or six pairs. Better to have more, so you don’t have to do laundry all the time.” 

Reid swallowed thickly. “Rossi,” he whispered as the older man studied the options on the board, “you really don’t have to spend all this money on me. I swear I can afford to buy my own clothes.” 

Rossi ignored him for a moment, ordering his mascarpone-and-strawberries crêpe before gesturing to Reid to order his own. Reid hesitated for only a moment before ordering a nutella-and-banana crêpe. Rossi completed the order with two milkshakes before stepping off to the side to wait for their food. Only then did he look Reid in the eyes. “You know,” he said slowly, “that man at the last store, he thought you were my son.” 

Reid froze, his everlasting list of muttered objections finally running dry. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to –”

“I liked it,” Rossi cut him off. “When I die, the only legacy I have is my books. And maybe the bastards I put away.” He thought about his words for a few seconds. “I’d like to also be remembered for who I am; I’d have liked to have a family. But the job always came first, and it never happened.” He swallowed down a mouthful of bile, pushing the memory of a tiny, lifeless body back to the deep recesses of his mind. “You may not be my son, but… some days it feels like it’s pretty damn close. It’s semantics, you know. And I know you don’t really have much in the way of a father. Now, I realize that I can’t just decide to take that spot, and heaven knows I wouldn’t want to. But, sometimes, I’d like it if you’d just let me take care of you a little. Even if that means shutting up and letting me pay for your damned clothes.” He offered Reid an unstable smile before stepping forward and accepting his order from the crêpe booth. 

Reid silently followed him to a table, sat down without a word, and took a sip of his milkshake in utter silence. “Rossi,” he finally said, his voice gravely and thick with emotion. “You’re right, I don’t have a dad. And I don’t want you in his place because every memory I have of him is tainted by the fact that he left us. You’re not like him. So, I don’t want you to take his place, you’re better than that.” He picked up his crêpe and took a small, appreciative bite. 

Rossi secretly wiped away a tear before picking up his own food. “Thank you, Spencer,” he said softly. 

Reid just nodded, his eyes uncomfortably looking around for something to change the subject to. Rossi noticed it and smiled. “How about after this, we go upstairs? There are a couple of stores there that might have pants you like. And if not, at least we can narrow down what it is you want.” 

Another nod drifted his way, followed by a small, hesitant smile. “I’d like that.”

Heart Of A Father

Chapter One: Of Stains And Tears

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“Oh no…” Reid muttered under his breath as he gently untangled his sweater from a tree branch. Rossi was already a few paces ahead but turned around when he heard the younger man’s dejected tone. He watched as Reid carefully pulled his sweater free and uttered the same words in an even more crestfallen tone when he realized that the sweater was irreparably damaged. 

“Oh come on, kid,” he said a little uncomfortably when Reid continued to silently pout as they went their way, “it’s just a sweater.” 

“Yeah…” Reid said despondently. “I really liked it though.” 

“I noticed.” Rossi almost chuckled. “I’ve seen you wear that same sweater at least five times last week alone.” 

Reid stumbled over a tree root as he stared at him. “You noticed?” 

“Of course I noticed!” Rossi pulled a large pine branch out of the way for both of them, allowing Reid to pass before he continued, “You realize who you’re talking to, right? I may not wear pretty dresses like JJ does, or match my nail polish to my accessories the way Garcia does, but when it comes to men’s fashion –,” he puffed up his chest just barely, “well, that’s kind of my thing.” When he caught Spencer’s surprised look he muttered, “Sorta…”

“I mean…” Reid hesitated slightly, “you always look well put together, but… I dunno, I just didn’t think you’d pay attention to what I’m wearing.”  

Rossi shrugged a little uncomfortably. “About a year or so ago I noticed that I had basically memorized your entire wardrobe – and you never seem to get anything new. So I started to pay a little more attention. And lo and behold, your wardrobe has been shrinking at an alarming rate and yet, nothing new gets added, ever.” 

Reid looked down at his worn Converse. “I just don’t really know how, you know?” His voice was so quiet that Rossi could barely hear him. “All the clothes I have are from the last time my mom took me shopping, but it’s been a long time since then, and…” He shook his head a little and sped up. “It’s fine, Rossi. I’m fine.” 

“Sure you are,” Rossi said soothingly. He looked around at the tall trees surrounding them and the crime scene tape up ahead and decided to let the subject rest. For now. 

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The morning sun greeted them when they got off the jet. It was early morning on a Saturday, somewhere in May. Rossi had somewhat lost track of the date during the hectic case they’d just closed. He took a few large strides to catch up to Reid. “Come on kid, I’ll give you a ride.” 

Reid thanked him and placed his bag next to Rossi’s in the trunk. Rossi frowned lightly. Was it his imagination or had Reid’s bag been getting lighter and lighter lately? He remembered the conversation they’d had, oh, probably two or three weeks ago now, when Reid tore his favorite sweater. On Rossi’s insistence, he’d thrown the thing out later that day, but here he was, wearing it again. Rossi let out a quiet sigh. He closed the trunk and walked up to the driver’s seat. Reid was already seated, a relieved look on his face. 

“I’m happy we got to save at least those six,” he said softly. 

“And all the ones he won’t be taking because he’s rotting away in prison,” Rossi answered him. “Hey, do you wanna grab some coffee? Actually, I’m thinking breakfast is in order… What do you say?” 

Reid gave him a small smile. “Sure. I could eat.” 

Rossi huffed a laugh. “You can always eat. I’ve seen you decimate an entire pizza all by yourself.” He started the car and steered it toward the road, patting his own belly for a moment. “I have no idea where you stow it all without gaining any weight…” 

“My mom used to say I start by filling up my toes.” 

He chuckled. “I can believe that.” 

The rest of the trip was filled with some idle chit-chat and a lot of amicable silence. Rossi drove them to his favorite mall, which happened to be across from a nice little twenty-four-hour cafe. It was so early that most other places probably weren’t open yet, and at least here he knew he could get a decent egg Benedict and a good cup of coffee. He ushered Reid inside with some urgency, so he could get his breakfast a little sooner. 

Reid just smiled a sad little smile and hurried inside. They decided on a booth in the far corner, away from the harsh fluorescent lights. Rossi pulled a face when he realized he’d forgotten about those damned bright lights, but at least they found a spot where they could have their breakfast in peace. After ordering their coffee and food, they resumed their comfortable silence. Reid was clearly in a less than sparkly mood, something Rossi himself was also guilty of. But while Rossi was fairly certain his mood would be infinitely improved with some decent food, Reid’s disposition seemed to be coming from within. Every few minutes, he’d carefully pull at his sweater, examining the tear with ever-increasing desperation in his eyes. Rossi was just about to say something – though he still didn’t really know what – when the waitress arrived with their food. Suddenly, nothing was quite so important as that devouring that beautiful egg and all the sides. 

About halfway through his meal, Rossi felt the relief of satiety settling in and he finally glanced up at the young man sitting across from him. Reid must’ve noticed Rossi’s eyes on him, because he immediately looked up. He gave Rossi his best impression of a smile before poking his fork into a sausage and – cursing in at least three different languages. Rossi was both amused and intrigued – until he realized what had the younger man so upset. The sizzling hot sausage had ruptured along the fork’s tines, spilling grease on the plate and squirting it on Reid’s lap. 

“Are you alright?” Rossi jumped up, his cloth napkin in hand. “Are you hurt?” 

Reid scowled. “No. I’m not hurt,” he said through grated teeth. 

Rossi had now rounded the table and realized what had the younger man so upset; his sand-colored pants were most likely ruined, as was the vest he wore over his already ruined sweater. He looked up to find Spencer biting back tears. 

“It’s alright,” Rossi said soothingly, placing one hand on Reid’s shoulder. “I know a dry cleaner that has a way with – well, whatever they use. I’m sure they can get it out.” 

“It’s not that,” Spencer whispered despondently. “This is…” he sighed and looked away. “This was my last pair of pants.” 

Rossi pursed his lips and sat back down. “Finish your breakfast.” When Reid opened his mouth to say something – probably to protest, Rossi assumed – he repeated himself. “Finish your breakfast. After that, the mall should be open. I’m getting you a new wardrobe whether you want it or not.”

[honk-illumimimimimimimi]

i firmly believe that illumi is not deserving of a redemption: not only because what hes done thus far is beyond redemption, but i also believe it would not make sense for his character.

i also feel as though it wouldnt make sense for killuas character either. killuas whole journey throughout the story is centered around self worth, and to have him outright forgive illumi, one of if not the biggest motivator as to why said worth was absent to begin with, would flush all of killuas personal growth down the drain.

yes illumi was most likely abused himself if not more than his siblings, but abuse is abuse. he had the choice of breaking the cycle but chose not to. killua did. i feel that redeeming illumi would be a huge punch in the face to actual abuse victims, and i dont think a message like that would be good to portray.

just like how i think silva and kikyo shouldnt be redeemed either, considering that theyre most likely the main driving forces as to why the family dynamics are so fucked up. and even if in his eyes, why illumi does the things he does isnt classified as abuse but more so benefiting the family and kil, its still abuse at the end of the day, and this only further proves how warped his perspective and perception of how and why he does what he does and has done is. the dude’s too far gone.

instead i think they should expand more into not only his backstory but his emotions and outlook on the world, such as his relationships with his family, most predominantly killua, and even with hisoka. for example, (minor bojack horseman spoiler up ahead) the way bjhm treated beatrice and her backstory: they portrayed it in such a way where they werent excusing her actions, but as a way of explaining why she was the way she was and how she became the person that she was, while also sharing a tender moment between her and bojack before she passed (which is in reference to the nursing home btw not the icu LOL).

i feel like if we were to get an illumi arc (togashi i am on my knees) they should go down that route instead of a full blown redemption. because not only does illumi not deserve that, killua doesnt either. he does not need someone like that in his life whether illu has changed or not. because the damage has already been done.

[saltyfryz]

I made a DCA sona!

Salim star (or 'Sal' for short),is the newest addition to our very own Superstar daycare! Due to an unfortunate and unavoidable accident Salim was assigned to help the aforementioned attendants with their.. not so friendly attitudes to certain staff and guests.

Rest assured, your child will be completely and utterly protected under Salim's care as he is installed with the latest child care technology around! Even more so than the daycare attendants themselves, able to handle any and all stress induced situations with ease!

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I could help myself, in making him :3

IDK what else ta put so here's some more doodles and info

[ya-boi-haru]

Ok so, so far we have:

• Icarus & Ven

• Icarus, Ven, Ulysses

• Ven & Ulysses

• Icarus & Ulysses

• Ari & Momboo

• Quixis & Malitae

• Caspian & Will

I've been so invested in everyone's non-cannon ships, if im missing one from this list, please share...

Or even share your thoughts about ones *on* the list, we don't ship-shame here...

[kimeoshi]

hey guys might i introduce you to rattore (wip)

[jacksoldsideblog]

@esnargot

I hope you don't mind me replying to your tags!

I absolutely noticed that contradiction as well, and in my opinion it's an important one tied to a few different things.

Firstly, the narrator's primary job is a very classical capitalist hell, wherein his job is to fuck people over and be an office rat. While he does eventually take up being a waiter, I think it's important to consider that a lot of his stress under capitalism doesn't come from being working class, but from being alienated. This pushes him towards anarchy, as he is immensely disconnected from how his own society functions. It's part of the flaw — he's disconnected from labor, and sees no ability to work to create something new.

On the other hand, as part of fight club and as Tyler Durden he has started to face that underlying contradiction within society, wherein those worth most to it are treated as worthless. He finds similarity between his own experience and that of the working man because both go unacknowledged, unappreciated. Fight club, and Tyler in general, is exposing him to ways of life he previously couldn't really dream of. It's a hopped up version of the support groups. He is starting to react to that, he sees the injustice of it— but he's already on his path to being a little cult leader.

He's essentially in baby stage of realizing the plight of the working class while in an advanced stage of knowing the plight of the alienated individual in a capitalist society, so there's a disconnect between his understanding of there being a problem, versus wider problems, versus solutions. He can't imagine himself or the other shits he sees walk around the airport 24/7 run a society, so he finds it hopeless. Eventually, he figures out that there IS a working class underpinning everything... but he just wants to use that to burn it down, he is not thinking about creating something new, because that hasn't been an option and still doesn't feel like it, because misanthropy is like a drug.

So tl;dr I think that contradiction illustrates both that the narrator's rejection of society comes from an inherently destructive rather than inherently revolutionary place, as well as how, being a product of a service economy, he's immensely disconnected from how his society functions. It means even when he does learn a bit, he can't develop a new plan all that quickly. Additionally, there's a time aspect, because he makes his cult before he really starts getting exposed to any of that. Alienation without direction.

tyler durden is honestly such a good example of why anarchism is useless because if you asked him his plans for sewage and drinking water management post fall of modern society i think he would disappear. simply vanish. project mayhem over

[satellite-starss]

Been thinking about making a return to tumblr hehe so have my current blorbos,,,

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

I'm sorry, not sorry how much the Moulin Rouge Huskerdust au has taken over my thoughts.

If I had the skills to write a full series fic about it you know I would be I'll probably just drop my random au thoughts.

I'm so outta practice but yes I will be talking more about the au that I can't stop thinking about.

But for now I can't unhear Husker saying this to Angel

[phantompages]

I really really enjoy ageswap AUs and would love to take a crack at one myself honestly. It's fun seeing different ideas and takes on things, and I like seeing kid Reigen being a little shit. So I keep thinking about how Serizawa in canon is essentially what Shigeo would be like had he not had Reigen to help him out as a kid, and so in an ageswap au I can see Shigeo ending up a hikikomori, never leaving his room/apartment for anything other than perhaps the barest necessities.

Perhaps one time on a short, midnight run to the local 24/7 convenience store to stock up on food for the next few weeks, Shigeo sees something, just close enough to notice the movement out of the corner of his eye. Some kid with a mop of blond hair turned a dull silver in the pale moonlight and luminescent street lamps lurking around alleyways armed with a bag of salt, saying something about melting evil spirits.

It's an odd sight, but it's none of his business. He wasn't expecting anyone out at this hour, which is why he went out for food at this time, so he moves to leave, just go back home and not go out for the next long, long while.

And then an actual evil spirit shows up, making Shigeo's hair stand on end from the sudden burst of spiritual energy, and the kid makes a startled noise that catches his attention. There's not a lick of psychic energy in that kid, and there's a rather nasty spirit looming over him. It's not like Shigeo can just leave him be, the table salt the kid is violently throwing isn't even doing anything. He could get hurt.

The spirit ends up exorcized, perhaps a bit more explosively than Shigeo would have liked but it's been a long time since he used his powers. Of course this catches the kid's attention, and when said kid turns around to notice this haggard looking man in pajamas at 1 AM with convenience store bags and standing near the entrance to a sketchy alleyway the kid decides that clearly the best course of action is to run directly up to him and start chattering about "Did you do that?! Are you a psychic?!" Shigeo tries making a run for it but this is a man who barely leaves his apartment and hasn't exercised since he was like 13 or 14 for PE classes so the kid catches up embarrassingly quickly.

The kid enthusiastically introduces himself as Reigen Arataka; Rising Star of the Psychic World and soon to be Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century. The kid, Reigen, goes on and on about how he was looking around for an evil spirit he's heard about from classmates at Salt Middle and from gossiping housewives he's passed by, and obviously since spirits are more active at night it's a great idea to go looking then.

And since Shigeo's a psychic, that means he has to teach this kid how to use psychic powers. Obviously.

Shigeo is not thrilled at the idea. Using his powers right then was a one time deal and he's not going to use them ever again because he'll explode and hurt everyone and-

But Reigen's not going to take no for an answer, he gives Shigeo a card for a sketchy looking business called Spirits & Such, run by one Kurata Tome. Reigen says that's where he's working after school and on weekends, and that he'll be taking Shigeo there the next day. Somehow, Reigen manages to get Shigeo's name and address from him before prancing off into the night like it's a totally normal thing for a what, 13?? year old to be doing. Shigeo goes home for the night, that was way too much interaction for him for the next decade. And it's not like that kid will actually remember this and show up at his apartment, right?

Shigeo wakes up to insistent rings of the doorbell some time in the afternoon, and he's content to just not answer but damn that is loud and persistent and just wont stop ringing so he begrudgingly cracks the door open to find Reigen in all his like 5'1" glory ready to drag Shigeo out of his apartment and to Spirits & Such, calling him Shishou all the while.

So it turns out this Kurata person recognizes his name as that kid who refused to join her Telepathy Club in Middle School, which is awkward. Shigeo's not quite sure how he got here, getting a job and a makeover even (Kurata insisted she cut his hair rather than let Reigen handle the scissors) but Reigen's persistent enough that he finds himself falling more into a routine working at S&S, and it's... it's nice, actually. He's finding his anxieties quelling and himself relaxing more, and talking with Kurata and Reigen isn't all that bad. He's getting himself back on his feet. Reigen is impressive with how he speaks with customers and a part of Shigeo wishes he could do that, wishes he could speak so clearly and understand people so easily. He's working on it, bit by bit.

And then he finds himself questioning his life choices because of a spirit haunting an all-girl's high school, shutting down a cult and gaining a sentient fart cloud as a companion, running into a TV celebrity who happens to also be an esper, and a whole lot of other things go down that leaves Shigeo's head spinning.

[puppyeared]

who up seeing their disorder in a fictional character but feel like its not their place to put a name on it

[ficauthor]

Mabel really was just fighting a god in the body of her brother and ended the fight by reminding bill that human bodies are not eternal huh. Genuinely histerical that she nerfed him with tickles and dippers preexisting conditions of dumbassery

[marithefriendlyghost]

i think as a whole, we should be able to ask our friends (or not friends) about their interests here and have them yap in a response