#justifying it by saying he would stand like that

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

That’s Not What Friends Do (part 3)

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: a little bit of smut

part 2

"Charles Leclerc? You're fucking Charles Leclerc?"

"Lando!" You jumped off the couch, moving away from him, completely surprised by his choice of words. "Don't talk to me like that!"

"Answer me!" He said in a raised tone.

"No, I don't have to justify myself to you"

"Of all the people? Of all the people in this world, you choose fucking Charles Leclerc?"

"Oh, you're the one to talk about fucking love choices." You fired back irritated with the way he feels entitled to criticize you.

"This is not about me. This is about you dating someone I can't stand!"

"Yeah, it's never about you, and yet somehow everything is always about you!" You said bitterly gathering your things and preparing to leave. "I'm sick of it!"

"Where are you going?" You were almost shocked by his question. What did he expect? For you to stay and continue listening to his complaints? Nuh-uh. You were not one of his girls who would obediently do anything just for a little bit of his attention.

"Leaving, obviously." You said walking towards the door, and he followed you.

"Don't you dare!" He ran after you and just as you opened the door, he slammed it before your face, preventing you from getting out of his apartment.

"Have you completely lost your mind? Let me out, now!"

"Just-just stop, please"

"What do you want from me? First you lecture me about who I should and shouldn't date, and then you won't let me leave. Just so you know, no one has ever treated me as nicely as Charles. Unlike you, I don't fuck around like you accused me of." Your face was red, your body tense from how angry you were. But at the same time, you were also trying not to cry because this was your firs fight ever and it wasn't normal or natural for the two of you. You felt like a stranger was standing in front of you, not Lando. You just wanted to go home, lock yourself in your apartment and cry your eyes out.

"You didn't sleep with him?" Lando asked in a now completely calm tone.

"You're unbelievable.."

"Please..just tell me, I need to know."

"You need to know?" You sneered.

"Yeah because," He took a deep breath in. "I don't want him near you. Not just him, I don't want anyone near you."

"What are you talking about?" You asked confusedly, running your fingers through your hair, moving it away from your face.

"Y/n, I..I know I might regret telling you this now and the very thought of losing you because of this terrifies me, but..I can't stop thinking about kissing you." He sighs, finally confessing everything that's on his heart. He takes a risk taking a step closer to you so that your faces are just inches apart. "You awaken feelings in me that I didn't even know I had. When you're not here, you're all I think about. When you're gone, I just wait for you to come back. I want you all to myself and by my side all the time, y/n."

You were overwhelmed by the emotions and words coming out of his mouth, but also by the sudden change. From arguing to declaring love. Somewhere along the way you got lost.

You wanted to believe so badly that everything he was saying was true, but you knew Lando. You knew how he was with girls. Who's to say you weren't just another one in a row? There was simply too much to lose here so you just stayed silent looking straight into his eyes and trying to control your breathing.

"Please, say something.." He pleaded.

"Do you say that to every girl who visits your apartment?"

"No girls come here. I don't bring them to my apartment, ever."

"Oh, please-"

"I'm serious. You're the only girl I've ever brought here. You're the only girl I can lie next to and just look at. The only one I can picture myself with, the only one I want to be with and the only one I don't have."

Finally, he carefully placed his hands on your cheeks, gently caressing your skin with his thumb. You didn't resist, in fact, it was only when he touched you that all the tension seemed to evaporate from your body and your gaze continued to wander from his eyes to his lips.

"I wanna be better for you" He said softly, almost whispering leaning his head towards you. "Please, baby. Give me a chance, would you?"

Your only response was to press your lips together in the long-awaited kiss that left you both gasping. Your hands were working faster than your mind and before you even allowed yourself to think about what if this didn't work out, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he led you towards his room.

He gently laid you down on the bed and started to take off your clothes without breaking the kiss. Your back arched and you moaned into his mouth as you felt him press himself against you. He could easily read on your face how eager you were to feel him deep inside you.

"You're so pretty like this" He murmured against your neck. "My girl, aren't you?" You nodded as he asked.

"Lan, do something.." You moaned digging your nails into his back.

"Fuck, baby.." He was barely able to control himself. "Lay back" He slowly lowered himself down to the floor, settling between your legs, leaving gentle kisses along your thighs. "I wanna take my time with you"

And he did took his time with you. He took the whole night to show you how much he was yours. You lost count of how many times he made your legs tremble under his touch and he, once again, convinced himself that, for him, there was no one but you.

[vamphorica]

26/01/25

fifteen years ago Matt and Mello were killed.

if you go to wammy's residential cemetery, you will see a small headstone that marks where their ashes are buried. it was decided that Matt would be cremated. Mello didn't really have a choice.

like the other three graves, there's nothing notable about the memorial to the two of them. it is newer, but as the years have gone by, nature has reclaimed the stone, ivy crawling up the surface like a blossoming green crack against the greying facade.

Near found it difficult to visit for the first few years, unable to leave his room during the funeral service. he kept putting off his visits, primarily justifying it as being too busy to return to the House. but he knew it was that particular grave he had been neglecting, and so he finally decided to go pay his respects.

the first occasion he stood and stared at it, noting how small it is. it does not feel like an appropriate tribute in that regard. Roger had made it clear that it was nothing personal — L's grave is even more inconspicuous, a small plaque that had long since been buried amongst the tall grass — but Near had never met L, and he had known Matt and Mello all too well.

the next time, he brought offerings. he sat down beside the grave and lay a bar of chocolate and a packet of cigarettes on top of the headstone. he knew that neither would last very long, what with the tendency of the wammy's children to steal and hoard the very few items they found for themselves. Near certainly didn't think Matt would mind if he contributed to a child's imminent nicotine addiction, but he imagined Mello would be slightly bothered to think of anyone enjoying chocolate on his behalf.

he sat down and talked to them. it was ridiculous, he knew, but he detailed the case he was working on, explained his strategy for dealing with the evidence he had gathered, and how he intended to capture the suspect. he could hear their responses as he spoke, hardly encouraging, but rather familiar nonetheless. he wondered if they were proud of him, but let go of such musings as soon as he was aware of them. it didn't matter. not really.

today is the last time Near will visit their grave. it is raining heavily in winchester and Halle insisted on joining him with an umbrella, which she holds over his head as he settles down into a seated position. his pyjamas will be dirty, but he doesn't care about that right now.

Near explains that he is stepping down from being L, that he has chosen his next successor and that they will be taking over the position effective immediately. he has not yet told this to Roger, but will do so in a few hours. he is the first resident at the House to live long enough to retire, and he doesn't know what that will mean for his ability to visit the orphanage. he just knows that he will be leaving, while Mello and Matt will forever remain on the grounds of their childhood home. they had both dreamt of a future far greater than themselves, a life that the world they grew up in would never allow. they were forever nineteen and twenty, and Near does feel guilty about that. he always had done.

Halle asks if he is ready to speak to Roger, and Near nods, standing up. he reaches out and touches the grave, the stone wet and rough against his fingers. he says goodbye.

[withering-bloom]

Arlecchino x Fem Reader Angst

Arlecchino angst because I hate myself and I’m incredibly depressed atm, listening to good luck, babe for the past four hours LMAO

arlecchino x fem Reader Angst ,internalised homophobia, reader marrying a man tw.

2.5k words

The ballroom was gilded in gold and excess, every chandelier a mockery of the weight crushing your chest. Guests danced in practiced elegance, their laughter ringing hollow in your ears. Your fingers clenched the fabric of your white dress as you stood at the edge of the festivities, trying to make yourself invisible. But no amount of opulence could dull the aching in your heart.

You shouldn’t have looked. You promised yourself you wouldn’t, but when her piercing gaze found yours from across the room, it was as though the ground beneath you disappeared. Arlecchino stood in the shadowed corner, her presence impossible to ignore despite her effort to blend into the background. The tailored suit she wore fit her perfectly, but it was her expression that broke you. Her normally unreadable face now bore something raw, something vulnerable.

You forced yourself to look away.You have a husband now you're supposed to give your undivided attention and support to him.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with her.

But you had.

Your father’s voice lingered in your mind like a cruel shadow, a constant reminder of why you were here tonight. His words were sharp, not with pride but with practicality, as he justified your union with the Demoisters, the family you're now bearing your last name with. It wasn’t about love or your happiness—it never was. This marriage was nothing more than a transaction, a lifeline for your father to pull himself out of crippling debt, no matter the cost to you.

Sometimes, in the back of your mind where your unspoken dreams slowly die , you wished the weight of his failures would finally crush him. Maybe then, you could finally escape the invisible chains he had wrapped around you for as long as you could remember. Even now, as a grown woman, you were nothing more than a pawn to him, your life reduced to serving his needs, his ambitions, his mistakes.

You’d tried to tell yourself it wasn’t his fault, that he was only doing what he thought was necessary to save your family. But that excuse had grown thin, and now, standing in the midst of this charade, you couldn’t ignore the bitter truth. He would never see you as more than a tool. And you—despite everything you wanted to believe—were too afraid to break free.

The realisation sank deeper, heavier, like a stone tied to your soul. You weren’t living for yourself. You never had been.Marrying the heir of another family wasn’t just an expectation—it was a lifeline for your family’s survival. You couldn’t afford the luxury of choice, let alone the freedom to love someone as dangerous as Arlecchino.

She’d warned you.

All that rang through your mind was the night before all of this happened. The last encounter you had with Arlecchino before she called off things with you for good.

“Your father is just using you,” she said, her voice low but trembling with restrained anger. Her eyes, usually so piercing, now brimmed with raw pain and frustration. “He doesn’t care what you want. He never has.”

You flinched at her words, but it wasn’t because she was wrong. It was because she was right, and hearing the truth from her lips made it unbearable.

“I—he’s my father,” you mumbled, the excuse tasting bitter in your mouth. You couldn’t meet her gaze, your eyes fixed on the floor instead, where the shadows of candlelight danced—so fragile, so fleeting. “It’s not that simple. I don’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice,” she snapped, stepping closer, her voice growing more desperate. “But you’re too scared to take it. You’re scared of what they’ll say. What he’ll say. That’s why you’re going through with this farce of a marriage, isn’t it? Because it’s easier to let them decide your life for you than to fight for what you actually want.”

Her words hit like daggers, and you hated how well she could see through you. She always could.

“You don’t understand,” you whispered, your voice cracking under the weight of your own emotions. “I have to do this. It’s my family—”

“It’s not your family,” she interrupted, her voice sharp enough to cut through the air. “It’s him. It’s always been him. He doesn’t care about you, about what makes you happy. He’s doing this for himself—to save his business, to save his reputation. And he’s dragging you down with him, forcing you to live a life that isn’t yours.”

Tears burned in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not now. “It’s not that simple,” you said again, but the words were hollow, and you knew she could hear it too.

“And for what?” she pressed, her voice softening but losing none of its intensity. “For a family that doesn’t see you for who you are? For a man who doesn’t love you—and never will? That’s why you’re marrying him and not me, isn’t it?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

She took a step back, her shoulders trembling as she let out a bitter scoff, the sound laced with heartbreak. “Because they’d rather see you miserable than happy with me. Because they’d rather you live a lie than accept the truth. And you’re letting them. You’re letting them steal everything from you, including me.”

Your chest tightened, and the tears finally fell, hot and unforgiving, streaking down your face. You wanted to tell her she was wrong, to reach out and beg her to stay, but your voice caught in your throat. Because deep down, you knew she was right.

“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. “I can’t fight them. I’m not strong enough.”

Her expression crumbled, her mask of anger giving way to something far more devastating—grief. “Then that’s it, isn’t it?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re going to let them decide your life for you. And you’re going to lose me in the process.”

She turned away, and for a moment, you wanted to reach for her, to beg her to understand, to stay despite everything. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

“I love you,” you said, the words breaking on your lips.

She paused, her back still to you. “Then you should’ve chosen me.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving you alone in the suffocating quiet of your own cowardice, your heart shattering into pieces you would never put back together.

But you had no choice.

Now, the gilded ring on your finger felt heavier than lead. Every step you took toward the man you were bound to felt like another nail in the coffin of your happiness. He smiled at you, oblivious to the storm raging within you, as he held out his hand to guide you into the first dance.

You moved mechanically, your heart somewhere else entirely—across the room, where Arlecchino stood unmoving, watching.

When the music slowed, and the crowd dissolved into polite applause, you excused yourself under the guise of needing air. The garden was empty, the cool night breeze biting against your skin. But it wasn’t the cold that made you shiver.

“I shouldn’t have come.”

Her voice was low, cutting through the silence like a blade. You turned to see her standing there, her suit blending into the shadows.

“Then why are you here?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

She stepped closer, and for a moment, you thought she might touch you, but her hands stayed firmly at her sides. “Because I had to see it for myself,” she said, her voice cracking. “Had to see you give yourself to someone else.”

“I've told you a million times it wasn’t my choice,” you said, tears welling in your eyes.

“There’s always a choice,” she hissed, her calm veneer cracking to reveal the fury and heartbreak underneath. “But you’ve made yours.”

Her words stung, but they weren’t untrue. You had made a choice. A cruel, impossible choice.

“I love you,” you said, your voice breaking as the tears spilled freely now. “I love you more than I can put into words, but—”

“But it doesn’t matter,” she interrupted, her tone hollow and sharp. Her hands twitched at her sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for you, to pull you close one last time. “It never mattered, did it?”

“That’s not true,” you whispered, stepping closer, but she stepped back, the distance between you an unspoken barrier you knew you’d never cross again.

“You’ve already chosen,” she said bitterly, her voice trembling in a way you’d never heard before. “And I’m not going to stand here and beg for the scraps of your heart. Not when you’ve already handed it over to someone else—someone you don’t even love.”

Her words struck you like a physical blow, and you recoiled, clutching the fabric of your dress as though it could hold together the pieces of your breaking heart. “This isn’t fair, Arlecchino,” you choked out. “I’m doing this for my family—”

“For your family,” she repeated, the words dripping with venom. “What about you? What about what you want? Or does what we had mean so little that you can throw it away without a second thought?”

“It’s not that simple,” you pleaded, your voice barely audible.

“It is,” she snapped, her sharp eyes blazing with a mix of fury and heartbreak. “You just don’t want to admit it. You’re a coward, and you’re running from the one thing that’s real.” Your shoulders stiffened as you raised your head up to look her directly in the eyes.

“So what?” you snapped, the words spilling out before you could stop them, sharp and defensive, laced with fear you refused to acknowledge. “I’m doing what’s best for my mother and my sisters. They need this—they need me to do this.” You folded your arms tightly across your chest, trying to steady the tremble in your voice. “You don’t understand. They would never… they’d never look at me the same if they knew about—about us.”

Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard, willing yourself not to cry. You hated how weak you sounded, how transparent. “They’d disown me,” you whispered, almost to yourself now, the words like broken glass in your throat. “They’d hate me. My own mother, my sisters—they’re the only family I have, and if I lose them, I’ll have nothing.”

Her silence stung, and when you finally looked up, the hurt in her eyes was unbearable.

“They wouldn’t hate you,” she said softly, but there was an edge of disbelief in her tone. “They’d come to understand. They love you. Isn’t that what family is supposed to do?”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “You don’t know them like I do. Love isn’t unconditional in my family. Love is earned. And if they found out about this, about me…” You trailed off, your chest tightening as the weight of it all pressed down on you,while fiddling with the ring chained around your finger, “They’d never forgive me for ruining everything.”

“You’re not ruining anything,” she argued, her voice rising with frustration. “You’re just too afraid to live your life—our life. You’re letting their expectations cage you, and for what? To keep their love? What about your own happiness? What about mine?”

You flinched, her words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. “You don’t get it,” you hissed, desperation creeping into your voice. “This isn’t just about me. This is about them, about saving them from losing everything. And—and being with you? It’s wrong, don’t you see that?”

Her face fell, her expression crumbling into something between anger and heartbreak. “Wrong?” she echoed, her voice barely audible. “You think this is wrong?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said quickly, but the damage was already done.

“Yes, you did,” she shot back, her voice trembling. “You think being able to allow yourself to love me is wrong. You think you are wrong.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You don’t understand,” you repeated, weaker this time. “It’s not about love. It’s about survival. And if that means I have to bury this—bury us—then so be it.”

Her shoulders sagged, and she let out a shaky breath. “I hope it’s worth it,” she said quietly, her voice devoid of the fire it once carried. “Giving up everything that matters to you. Including yourself.”

The silence that followed was unbearable. You reached out, desperate, but her cold, empty laugh froze you in place.

“Do me a favor,” she said softly, her voice cracking under the weight of her own words. “When you stand at that altar tomorrow and say your vows, don’t think of me. Don’t look at him and wish it was me standing there instead. Because I won’t be waiting for you, not now, not ever.”

Her words broke something in you, but before you could respond, she turned and walked away, her silhouette dissolving into the shadows.

You didn’t follow her.

You stood frozen in the cold garden, the echoes of her parting words wrapping around your throat like a noose. When you finally found the strength to move, your steps felt heavy, every movement dragging you closer to a future you no longer wanted.

As you re-entered the ballroom, the weight of the ring on your finger seemed to double, a gilded chain binding you to a life of pretense. Your fiancé greeted you with a warm smile, but you barely heard his words. You saw only Arlecchino’s back as she disappeared into the darkness, taking your heart with her.

And as the music swelled and the guests toasted to your impending marriage, the truth settled in your chest like a dagger:

You would love her for the rest of your life, but she would never forgive you.

And you would never forgive yourself.

Live,love,lesbian angst.

Me writing this fanfic:

[drama-glob]

As I mentioned last week, I was going to do an anniversary post for episode 5 and 6 of "Hazbin Hotel" airing, so here you go! ^_^ This is when we officially got introduced to Lucifer and many of us instantly related to his "Take that, depression!" line. ;) I thought it was adorable though seeing him be sweet with KeeKee as well as briefly go dad-mode on Razzle and Dazzle. ;) XD Lucifer and Alastor's rivalry cracked me up and I can't wait to see it continue in Season 2. ;) XD We also got treated to some amazing songs in these two episodes like "Hell's Greatest Dad," "More Than Anything" and "You Didn't Know;" I know I listen to the first one at least once a week. ;) Yikes though to seeing Alastor remind us all how beneath his charming persona, he's still a manipulative, scary and violent Sinner who refuses to be seen as weak. O_O

Getting to see Lucifer and Charlie's relationship start to heal after years of barely seeing or even talking with each other melted my heart, and I'm so glad Lucifer is going to do what he can to support his daughter now so he's not like the angels before him that crushed his ideas. <3<3<3

The club scene had me mainly distracted by Sir Pentious being adorable and trying to get with Cherri, but Angel Dust standing up to Valentino was awesome! ^_^<3<3<3 I'm also glad Niffty got some of Valentino's neck fluff as a bit of retribution, and he better watch out so that she doesn't come for more. O_O ;) It was nice to see Husk look out for Angel Dust too and for Angel in turn to look out for Niffty when she got drunk. ^_^<3<3<3

I'm excited to explore more of Heaven in Season 2, even though I'm with Vaggie here that the place seems really bright and I know seeing Heaven benefit from humans being given free will so they could be able to have ideas and discover stuff leaves a bad taste in my mouth. :/ Also, I know most of us already assume Vaggie was an ex-exorcist, but to see how she was viscerally maimed and left behind for showing mercy was intense. O_O Meeting Emily was delightful in my opinion too and for sure Charlie is going to need all the allies she can get with Sera, Adam, Lute, and any others that think the Extermination is justifiable/necessary despite the hypocrisy it means for Heaven to allow it. :/ Her joining Charlie at the end of "You Didn't Know" was great and the court (but especially Sera) needed to hear it, even if Sera still refused to really hear them out about redemption. Adam was definitely being a petty asshole though for revealing Vaggie's secret like this. >:(

I'll do the anniversary post for episodes 7 and 8 next week, so stay tuned as Alastor would say. ;)

[quibbs126]

I’m thinking about it, and I think Optimus banishing Megatron from Iacon with the High Guard was probably one of the worst decisions he could have made to deal with this situation

Because Optimus pretty much left him alone, outside of his home and I’m fairly certain the only remaining city on Cybertron, so to live out in the wilds of the surface, with a bunch of complete strangers whom they literally call nut-jobs and have a strong belief of “strength of one bot over another”, and are also much older and more experienced than him

And in leaving him with the High Guard, he’s likely isolated Megatron even more than if he was banished alone. Because while Optimus and the others have friends they can be vulnerable with and be comfortable talk about their feelings, Megatron does not know these people, and they don’t know him. But he’s now their leader in a group that values strength above all else, and emotions are usually considered a weakness in these sorts of settings. So not only does he have no one to talk to, he has to bottle up his very strong and raw emotions to appear stronger and worthy of his position, thus making them far worse and probably leading to unhealthy coping mechanisms

This could end up not being the case, and the High Guard are very considerate of his emotions. But it’s also very possible the case that they aren’t, or Megatron believes he can’t be vulnerable around them. They (the quartet I mean) don’t know these people, and they’ve really only seen them be violent and aggressive, and Megatron knows he’s an outsider to them. It’s a more likely scenario that they’ll be harmful to Megatron’s mental state rather than helpful

And again, they’re a lot older than him too, and they probably all know this, at least on some level. And thus, he’s far more likely to be influenced by the High Guard’s mentality and beliefs, which we already know aren’t great (even if it’s somewhat justified why they’re the way they are by this point). And assuming they’re pissed at Optimus as well, they could very well try to have Megatron distance himself from his old friends, and it be more successful than if he was alone

But moving away from the High Guard, there’s the fact that Optimus banished him from his home and left him to fend for himself, which Megatron would absolutely take personally just on its own. He was clearly not in a mentally stable place at that point and I think he thinks what he’s doing is right, he’s the one not being like Sentinel while Optimus is. It definitely isn’t right, but he thinks he is. And the banishment to him could not only be Optimus/Orion standing against him, but essentially him saying he’s given up on Megatron, making him leave his home. And I mean, Sentinel did kind of do this to the High Guard 50 cycles ago, so yet another parallel to be made between Optimus and Sentinel

But note that when I say all this, I don’t mean it as a criticism of the movie, that this is a flaw of the plot. I’m fairly certain this was 100% intentional by the writers. It wasn’t just Megatron that created Megatron and led to the war, it was Optimus too, even if he didn’t intend to

Optimus probably thought at the time that this was the best solution in dealing with him. He doesn’t agree with Megatron’s actions but he understands where it all comes from, and he was someone very important to him. So he probably doesn’t want to arrest him, punishing him for what he thought was right and making himself more like Sentinel, oppressing those who were supposed to be on his side. But he still has to be punished for his actions. So by banishment, he is punished while still being allowed to essentially be free, just not in Iacon, and maybe in turn he’ll see his wrongdoings and come back better. And even if the High Guard aren’t ideal, they did help Optimus and Elita rescue their friends, and maybe he thought at least with them he wouldn’t be alone in his thoughts. Also they agreed with Megatron’s ideals and probably shouldn’t be allowed to just roam free in Iacon, especially in this politically fragile state it is right now

But in doing so, Optimus essentially threw Megatron to the wolves and created the perfect environment for his anger and pain to fester and cause him to become more like the Megatron we know in the future

I’m not sure what the actual best solution would have been to this issue though. Maybe it would have been just jailing Megatron? Granted in the short term, it’d probably sting even worse for Megatron, that his own friend would lock him up, and it’d probably make him even more resentful. But at least there, he’d still be in Iacon, with his friends and people who want to help him, and with Optimus and Elita at the helm, they can probably see that he gets treated well and has access to people that can really help him work through it all and see what he did was wrong

But that’s not what happened

[jesuis-assez]

↠ Tim & Lucy ↳ 2x10 - The Dark Side

[faaun]

Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

[tenojan-in-tevinter]

Thinking about my Shepard and how much more fucked up it is for a Sole Survivor Shep to be forced to work for Cerberus. Thinking about that personal quest in me1 where you find Corporal Toombs: a survivor of the Akuze tragedy that no one knew about because he was taken BY CERBERUS to be experimented on because he survived the thresher maws that CERBERUS SET UP IN THE FIRST PLACE. Yeah, apparently Akuze was a Cerberus experiment the whole time, and a Shepard who was there and survived is then forced to work for the very people who are responsible for the wholesale slaughter of his entire unit on Akuze. And they have to just act like that's okay because bioware says so. Like Shepard doesn't even mention Akuze when arguing with any of the Cerberus people. There's no option to say anything about it. I am fine.

[1o1percentmilk]

i have many thoughts about self hatred, self destruction, existence, the community vs the self, family, duties, ethics, and responsibility, but i struggle to put them into one coherent work

[starchildghost]

[hauntingblue]

Justice for jolyne wdym emporio defeated pucci

[fagziraphale]

itd be cool if the reason for crowley's fall was literally that he tried to overthrow god. like he went all in on the rebellion. he downplays it later like he just asked questions he just hung around the wrong people he just got swept up in it etc bc he cant remember the details a lot and that makes it easier for him to maintain that he didn't even do anything. but like i want the truth to be that he DID do something. and this is not to say he would have deserved it, or that trying to overthrow god is wrong or anything. it would just unambiguously be like yeah, there was a rebellion, he was part of it, he chose to reject god first. and then he AND aziraphale have to come to realize that that still doesn't make what was done to him and the other demons justified

[musical-chick-13]

I'm the LAST person to suggest that you have to preface every single comment you make about a character/fictional relationship/etc. you like with a reminder that you Know™ it's pRoBLeMaTiC, but I DO question what the point of acting genuinely for real like there were no problems is.

[fungi-maestro]

The Question #15 (1988)

[tommygotwrittenoff]

also love the idea of eddie bringing buck along to help out at some pta event and all the single parents are like 👀👀 and hit on him and eddies just losing his mind watching it happen

[postmanlinksbootyshorts]

really funny seeing someone who is the problem commenting on how and why the server died... lol