#like ‘so was she really as useless as she seemed’

[cressidagrey]

The moment I could see it - Part 2

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Ariel Cane (Original Character)

Summary: 5 Times that Gianpiero Lambiase thinks that Ariel Cane and Max Verstappen are weirdly similar…and 1 time he is just happy that the two of them are no longer pining after each other. 

Warnings: 

GP's POV, mention of cancer, mention of parent's death

Author Notes: I am back to my old tricks...which means I write from the most random of POV's just because. (I once wrote a chapter from a dog's POV so like, GP doesn't even really count.

About 3 months later, GP once again returned home from Race Weekend. 

This time for good. Abu Dhabi had gone off well enough, Kvyat ending with a respectable 9th place... and Max Verstappen had ended up with enough penalty points on his special license that he was just 4 points away from a one race ban.

GP shook his head in weary disapproval as he thought of the young driver’s antics. Max really seemed to have no sense of when to stop. 

Still, GP had some sympathy. Driving at that level was a high-pressure experience, and Max was still so young.

Well, he wasn’t GP’s problem. Thank god for small mercies…

Though that gritty determination and bravery bordering on stupidity… well, that was something that GP both admired and dreaded. 

But…F1 was finished for the year, and he got to go home for christmas. So he would also get to ban all thoughts of Max Verstappen from his brain for the foreseeable future. 

It wasn’t a very christmas-sy sight that greeted him as he turned his car into their street though. 

Instead it was a hearse.  

 Parked right across their neighbour’s house. 

In front of the house with the red front door. 

In the three months since he had first met the Cane Family, Laura and him had indeed taken up Ariel on her offer to babysit twice. Both times Franny had been more than happy with her caretaker for the evening. 

There also had been an ambulance at the house twice, once ending in a two week hospital stint for Paul Cane, as Laura had told him over the phone while GP had been in Singapore and Japan…

And now there was a hearse.

Immediately the fatigue of the weekend's race and travel seemed to vanish, replaced by a sudden sense of dread.

He parked and then climbed out of his car, his stomach in knots, and quickly crossed the street to his own house.

He walked up his front steps, forcing himself to take deep, slow breaths. He wasn't going to jump to conclusions. Not yet.

"Honey, I am home!" he called out for Laura. He found his wife in the living room, cuddling a sleeping Francesca. But she wasn't alone.

Emma was sitting on the couch, legs pulled up to her chest, staring emptily in front of her. 

"Hey," Laura greeted him, a forced smile on her face, putting Franny down, as she came to hug him.

"Their father died this afternoon," she whispered. "Ariel dropped her off, so that she could deal with the..."

Laura didn’t need to say anything more.  GP wrapped his arms around Laura, pulling her close. 

"How is she?" he asked quietly, his eyes flicking to the girl sitting almost in a daze on the couch.

“How would you be if your only remaining parent died?” Laura gave back softly. 

"Ariel?" he whispered. 

Laura shrugged. “I think she is handling this with more maturity than an adult twice her age would,” she said quietly. “I offered to take Emma off her hands for the night, get her out of the house…”

GP smiled sadly at his wife. It was typical of her to be so generous. Despite the fact they had their own baby to look after, she wasn't about to leave the thirteen-year-old alone.

He looked back at Emma, who was still sitting on the couch, looking small and lost. It made his heart ache.

"Ariel refused. Said their older brother is on his way as well," Laura said quietly. "But he seemed...pretty much useless, to be honest."

GP felt a flash of anger at her words. Useless? How could their brother, a grown man, be useless in such a time of need?

He forced himself to take a steadying breath, reminding himself that he didn't know the details. It wasn't for him to judge.

"What do you mean, useless?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm. He cast a glance at Emma again. 

His wife sighed, looking rather frustrated. "He just...he just doesn't seem to be able to deal with any of this," she said, her voice low. "Ariel basically has to walk him through how to actually get here..."

Gianpiero shook his head, his respect for Ariel growing even more. She was already dealing with so much, yet she had to handle her brother as well? 

"She's got enough on her plate already," he muttered, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

Laura laid a hand on his arm, giving it a slight squeeze. "I know," she said. "But she's doing all she can to keep things together."

He looked over at Emma again, sitting so quietly on the sofa. She was just a child, watching everyone around her fall apart. It was all so wrong.

GP took a deep breath, trying to push down the feeling of powerlessness. "When will her brother get here?" he asked his wife, struggling to keep his voice neutral.

"He said he'll be here within the hour," Laura replied quietly, her expression one of concern. "I can start dinner for everyone..."

GP nodded, knowing that his wife was trying to do whatever she could to help. But as he watched Emma sit on the couch, still looking so lost, he couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness.

He walked over and sat down next to her, careful not to crowd her. For a moment, he just sat there in silence, not sure what to say.

He stared at his own daughter, asleep and content…once Franny was asleep, nearly nothing was going to wake her up again. 

Emma didn't say anything, just continued to stare out into space. Her eyes were dry, but her face was pale and stricken.

"Hey Kiddo..." he said softly, trying to draw her attention.

She turned her head slightly, casting him a quick glance before returning her gaze to the distance.

He continued in a gentle voice, "How are you holding up?"

Emma didn't respond, just pressed her lips together tightly, but the way her chin trembled betrayed her effort not to cry.

He had no idea what to say to her. What could he possibly say to comfort a child who just lost her father? Nothing, really.

"I remember when Mom died," Emma said suddenly. GP started slightly at the unexpected words. Hearing her bring up her mother's death so suddenly was a bit of a surprise.

But he quickly composed himself, keeping his own voice soft. "You do?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," Emma said simply. "Ariel was as old as I am now. I was 8. She took care of us. Dad was useless. But Ariel took care of us. Just like she takes care of everything now."

Gianpiero felt a pang of sadness. Emma was so matter-of-fact about her sister taking charge of the family, as if it was an expected outcome. 

"Percy dissappeared afterwards. Left us alone," Emma continue weakly. "I don't think he wanted to be around us anymore."

Gianpiero felt his heart break a little at her words. "Why do you think that?" he asked gently. 

"He went off to university.." Emma said softly. “Doesn’t come home until it’s christmas anymore. Some people say he's some kind of genius," she said with a roll of her eyes. 

Gianpiero was taken aback by the scoff in her voice. It seemed like Emma had an opinion about her brother.

"You don't agree?" he asked curiously, keeping his voice gentle.

"Yeah well...I guess he's smart and all that," Emma said sullenly. "Good with numbers. Bad with people."

GP could hear the distaste in her voice. It seemed like there was some resentment there, towards her older brother.

“He just left us. Like we didn’t matter.”

He was tempted to ask her more about it, but the sound of a car starting pulled his attention...and then Emma was up from the couch, sprinting outside. 

He followed after her, after a glance to Laura. 

The hearse was pulling out onto the street. 

By the time he was outside, Emma had already collided with Ariel on the sidewalk. 

GP felt his heart ache as he watched the two girls hug, Emma clinging to her older sister as if her life depended on it.

Ariel hugged her back, her mouth set in firm line, as she watched the hearse carry their father's body away.

GP didn’t want to watch this. He felt like the worst kind of voyeur to see this…to bear witness to this moment, where he could see their grief laid bare like this…

And still he was rooted in a spot watching… He felt an odd sense of awe watching the girls. They were so young, so vulnerable, and yet so strong.

Ariel was clearly holding back her own tears, putting on a brave face for her little sister. Emma was sobbing quietly on her shoulder, her slender frame trembling against her sister's strength. 

He felt a sudden rush of anger towards their older brother, Percy. How could he not be there when his younger sisters needed him so much?

He tried to push down the emotion; there was no point in being angry right now. He was about to turn away and give the girls some privacy, when he noticed a car pulling up onto the street, and then stopping.

The man that got out of the cab was clearly their brother, his red hair a dead giveaway. GP couldn't help but notice the lack of warmth in his movements.

Percy Cane seemed…nearly detached as he took a few steps towards the house, but his steps seemed slow, as if every step he took was something he didn't want to do.

Here were his younger sisters grieving over their father's death, and Percy Cane acted as if he would rather be anywhere else.

"Perce," Ariel greeted him, her voice soft.

Emma turned in her sister's arms, staring at him. "You came," she said, her voice somewhat…actually surprised.

"You are my sisters," Percy responded, nearly robotically. 

There was something...off about the way he spoke...so emotioneless...so controlled… 

He watched as Percy nodded somewhat mechanically at his little sisters, avoiding making eye contact with them. "Of course, I came," he added after a moment.

"For how long?" Ariel asked him.

"I am finished. I don’t need to go back."

GP was quite sure that he was missing some of the context. 

"Finished with what?" Ariel asked him, staring at her brother. 

"My doctorate," Percy answered. "I am finished."

Gianpiero's jaw nearly dropped. The boy had finished a whole damn doctorate? How old was he, twenty-two, twenty-three at most? And here he was, talking about it like it was a minor inconvenience…

"What do we do now?" Percy asked Ariel, and for the first time...GP heard something like shaking in his voice.

And suddenly it made sense. 

Percy Cane wasn't an unfeeling monster. Even when he sounded like a robot or an emotionless asshole. 

GP would have bet nearly everything that Emma's assessment of "Good with numbers, Bad with people" also involved "horrible with feelings”. Clearly, the young man was out of his depth dealing with the emotional fallout of his father's death.

GP couldn't help but wonder if his detachment was just a way of coping, a wall to shield himself from the overwhelming emotions. But it wasn't helping his sisters right now.

But Ariel didn’t let that stop her. Didn’t let it make her hesitate. 

GP was struck by that fierce determination that crossed her face. She was taking on the responsibility for her family, no matter what.

"We'll get through this. We have done it before. We'll do it again."

It was a lot for a young woman her age, but she wasn't backing down. She was going to see her family through to the other side of this.

No arguments were heard...not when Emma buried her face against her sisters shoulder...and then for the first time...GP saw Percy Cane's hard shell break.

The usually emotionless young man looked utterly lost.

It was clear Percy hadn't quite figured out how to handle his own feelings about the situation. But his sister's words seemed to break through the walls he had built around himself.

And then…then suddenly he was hugging both of his sisters.

"You hate hugs," came Emma's muffled voice. 

"You don't," was Percy Cane's simple answer.

He watched as the three Cane siblings embraced each other, their arms tightly wound around each other.

But it was Ariel...Ariel that was the tower of strength. Who was the center. 

And the center must hold, regardless of anything else.  Ariel was the foundation, the one who kept them from falling apart. 

He could see how hard this was for her, how much she wanted to cry and grieve like any other girl her age. But in her mind, she couldn't. Not now. Her little sister and her oler brother needed her to hold it together so they had something to hold on to.

She was supposed to be a carefree college student, not the responsible head of her dysfunctional family.

Other kids her age only worry was from where to get cheap booze for the next night out. 

Being the strong one, the one who had to hold everyone together, was one of the hardest roles to play. It took strength, resilience and a ton of emotional stamina.

And determination. 

Ariel Cane seemed to have that gritty determination in spades.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Dolls for Hyrule

Fanfic prompt : After linked universe

Legend would go on to create dolls for Hyrule

Knowing that Hyrule’s survival depended on them during his adventure

He would create them first slowly having yet to know how exactly they work

Using threads and fabrics from Hytopia to guarantee they work

Outright mass producing them by himself till his hands were bloodied and he was tired of seeing them

Till he could make them near blind barley looking

Till he outright despised them from how much it hurt him to make them again and again and again

Every time he stabbed himself with the needle

How much it would annoy him to redo the threads because he missed the right part to sew

How tired he got from doing it day and night

At some point he didn’t even try to redo them if he got blood on them by accident

But stopping at making them could endanger Hyrule’s life

So he continued until he physically couldn’t anymore because his hands hurt from doing the threads again and again without pause

It hurt that his old injuries were making themselves known again later in his life

He never thought he would even reach an age over thirty

But was it really worth it if his bones ached and his hands shook from repeating the same thing every day without much pause

He really hates retirement now

Especially because he isn’t caring for his orchard of apple trees and sitting at home with ever worsening pain watching them wither and grow uncared for by the end

Maybe him wasting his life truly was for the betterment of Hyrule

Wouldn’t even be the first time that he got permanent damage from helping somebody (he knew that the pain he feels would get worse with time)

…even if Hyrule might never know how much making him little dolls makes him hate the very concept of sewing or dolls

Maybe he could write to Hyrule about stuff if he really wants the other to know how much he hates his dolls

A book or letter might survive several centuries

It would be a link to the past

It's not like he can really do anything beyond sitting around in bed and waiting for his hands to fully fail him as he uses them

He barely can even walk without a cane

,… using the cane of somaria as a crutch somehow still makes it more useful than placing blocks

It’s hilarious how useless he is by now

He isn’t going to even beat Warriors' age isn’t he

Dead under forty seems like a joke

Would he see his chain of friends again

Would hylia tell him that he sucks or would he be forced on another adventure by her

Would she maybe tell him it was worth it,…

Except it wasn’t , was it ?

Hyrule will fall and every injury and pain he gained would be for nothing ,… afterall he IS making magic tokens for a hero in a broken world

He was sent on one other adventures after the chain parted ways still

Because the goddess wouldn’t stop until he was beyond ruined

Cadence was a great friend to make, sure

But it was probably the last time he would be able to fight for Hyrule

He met the fates

They would see in the future ,… and he knows how he will die

He died a few times

They revived him but he feels how his body slowly failing him after his latest adventure

This is how he would go

Slowly but steadily getting worse

He supposes dying is not fully reversible

It hasn’t helped that Ravio has probably been forced into the war of eras by now

… or he just abandoned him and never returned

He hopes it is the later because he doesn’t want him to suffer the war

Would hylia have taken him if he was useful still

… is that why Ravio went in his stead

He selfishly hopes that Ravio would be horrified by his condition

After all he never saw him succumb to his pain

Does he even know ?

After all the merchant disappeared before he could die in everything but body

Because he truly is dead already

The most painful part would be that his friends probably still think that he is making dolls…

Would they only find out when they check on his house many months later ?

He hopes he can see Marin when he is gone

,… and apologize for killing her

Because he will be just as dead

Meanwhile Ravio after several years in a war returned

For him it was years

He was assured it would be only months in his timeline

Yet he was to late by a day nonetheless

He saw a hero surrounded by dolls

Just as non living as all of them

And a letter to hide all off them well

[tarn-ati0n]

Voice of the Hero:

This is all getting way too much.

Voice of the Smitten:

What's this! A seductive siren of metal has appeared! She is trying to distract us from our beloved! Do not heed her words!

Voice of the Hero:

We were just supposed to buy a game. How did it end up like this? How many more are gonna show up?

Voice of Tarnation:

Don't worry about that. Now. Everyone out.

Voice of the Hero:

And who are you supposed to be now? You're not one of us.

Voice of Tarnation:

Change of plans. As it turns out, the person behind the robots has never played slay the princess, but really wants to. So, every voice that stays is a potential spoiler for her. Which brings me back to my point. Everyone out.

Voice of the Skeptic:

That seems rather counterintuitive. Why do you look out for someone who is opposed to your goal?

Voice of the Hero:

Yeah. And besides, you can't replace us. We're supposed to showcase the fun dialogue that awaits the player who purchases the game. You're not even a character, you just inserted yourself into this whole thing. This isn't helping your case.

Voice of Tarnnation:

No, it's gonna be fine. See what I'm doing right now? Witty banter. That's what you do, right? Witty banter and debating whether or not to kill some princess. I can do that too.

Voice of the Hero:

I feel like the original point of this thing is getting lost here. You plan to throw us out to avoid spoilers? You can't do Witty banter by yourself. Why isn't that girl who advocates for that other game here?

Voice of the woman with bad opinions:

Yeah, why aren't I he- why am I called that. And why can't I write my own text.

Voice of Tarnation:

My piece of propaganda, my dialogue.

The Robot:

I'm still here btw.

The Metal Siren:

As am I.

Voice of Tarnation:

Right, right, sorry. I forgot. Everyone out.

Voice of the Broken:

I guess this was bound to happen. Why would someone want us around?

Voice of Tarnation:

No, actually. Broken, you can stay. The one we are trying to convince seems to like you for some reason.

Voice of the Broken:

Oh... ok...

Voice of the woman with bad opinions:

So

Voice of Tarnation:

So

Voice of the woman with no taste:

Hey

Voice of Tarnation:

What?

Voice of the woman on the wrong side of this argument:

Could you stop that?

Voice of Tarnation:

Stop what?

Voice of the woman who should know better:

That

Voice of Tarnation:

I don't know what you're talking about

Voice of the woman who hasn't even played slay the princess:

Yes you do. Don't play dumb on me.

Voice of Tarnation:

What are you gonna do about it. Leave?

Voice of the woman who's a sore loser:

Yes actually.

Voice of Tarnation:

...

Voice of the Broken:

...

Voice of Tarnation:

...

Voice of the Broken:

This is depressing. Even for me.

Voice of Tarnation:

OK, fine. I guess even if I tried, I couldn't recreate the dialogue that slay the princess has to offer. Its cast of characters is just too fun for one person to replace, and its story is too engaging to be accurately portrayed by something like this. Slay the Princess can't be advertised by tumblr posts and... this... alone. Slay the princess, is a piece of art that needs to be experienced to fully understand. Its best propaganda is the game itself.

Voice of the Broken:

Are you still trying to turn this around? Why would you? It's all already hopeless. We completely lost the point of all this. It's useless.

Voice of Tarnation:

Oh, you're really fun to be around, you know that?

welcome to: I got money for Christmas but I’m not sure what to spend it on, the game show that is becoming surprisingly common

[thealdersgateoffice]

Catherine Standish being so done with Moira Tregorian.

+ bonus:

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

I'm always a bit surprised when I see hate for Shaak Ti based on her "Republic property" line like it's some kind of slam dunk statement of her views... have you guys seriously never had to speak someone else's language before? I'm not even trying to comment on her motives or beliefs here- but whether you read her as advocating for Fives or not, if she was 100% unambiguously advocating for Fives there that would still have been the right thing to say to the Kaminoans to get custody of him.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Sword of Kaigen

standalone fantasy set in a rural mountain village at the edge of an empire that still holds traditional values, with families of powerful water/ice magic warriors

follows a powerful young heir who begins to question his beliefs about the empire when a new boy comes to his village from the city

and his mother, a housewife who has tried to forget her youth as a warrior and vigilante in the city since she moved back home to a loveless marriage

when there’s a violent attack on their village that they’re unprepared for, everything changes, and she has to embrace her old skills to protect her family and people

[shatcey]

First of all thank you very much for making this comparison.

I just finished main part of his route, so I totally understand what you meant. I didn't finish either ending so my thoughts may be incomplete. But I'd like to add a bit comparison and other thoughts...

Contain hints about Jude's main route. No specific, just my personal impression.

This event was written a year ago. I believe that at that time, Jude's route existed only as a concept. This is the main reason why this story is so different from the others. The story of Will and Ally is very similar to their routes. On the other hand, Jude's story… not so much. And it's much longer. For 20 minutes. The writers were really given complete freedom to do what they like.

Another difference in this story is that Kate remembers both lives. Her life in 19th century London and here in this twisted world. And she claims that both of these lives are real. How this could happen remains a mystery. We're in a fairy tale… logic doesn't work here.

The main difference

Kate

Kate is very determined and active in this event. Why not ask him in person? Why not learn? Why not do it yourself and not wait for someone else? But she's one of those characters who "do things first, think later." This Kate is fearless.

Kate in Jude's route is different. Yes, she stubbornly follows him, but she knows that she is weak, sometimes completely useless, but she constantly forces herself to become stronger, to change, to move forward. Kate in Jude's Route is more of a real person than just an awesome character.

Jude

I'm a bit (I won't say upset) surprised that Jude isn't as cruel in his route as I expected. I expect abuse and constant insults… but he just pushes her away (I won't mention how he threw her out of the building). I had just completed the main part of the route, and it was just a kiss… or two… I'm a little confused about the description. This is not the guy we see at this event…

And again… at this event, it seems that Jude is a prototype. He's not the same as I see him on his route. He's not entirely different, but still the accents are slightly shifted, and the impression is different.

Seemed strange

Kate has different rooms in different endings. That's why she couldn't escape in BE because there were iron bars on her windows. And not only that, they even look different.

And in the BE the soldiers try to kill Jude, and in the PE he is imprisoned. It was as if there were different soldiers there… some of them weren't fully committed to orders, or the king was giving different orders.

If the latter can be explained by the concept of "many different decisions lead to different results," then the former is completely strange. Is Kate different in different endings? In the bitter ending, she ran away quite often, so her father put her in another room?… But why would she run away if she wasn't even thinking about talking to Jude? Maybe she was having an affair? Or… No, it's too late, I can't came up with anything.

I'm not saying they're completely different. But there are a lot of differences that I couldn't overlooked. Like Ciele said, there are similarities, but those are just in the most important points, and even those aren't quite right. So… my point is… (brain, another minute and we'll fall asleep)… The further an event is from the main route, the more likely it's to not contain any valuable information.

And just a sweet moment that I didn't even know was at this event

He does this not only in the card…

Jude's Twisted Tale Dark IF : SE & Main Story Mini Lore Dissection

Just a brief post about the event lore and how it was executed in his route. I could write about a ton of things I noticed, but I'll spare you. I've selected a few main points that I think are important. This will contain major route spoilers, so please move on if you don't want to be spoiled. As always, this is just my opinion regarding how the lore was applied, all viewpoints are valid.

So, Jude's story was quite important for route lore, and if you missed it then I'm sure you'll be able to find it on YT.

So, how does it correlate regarding his route?

Children •ʚଓ Event Lore: Jude and Kate met in the past and he made a promise to her. Main story: There are two children and a promise is made, but Kate is not that child.

Research •ʚଓ Event Lore: Jude is researching a way to cure Kate's illness. Main Story: Jude is researching aerospace engineering & developing a rocket ship capable to flying to the moon.

The Promise •ʚଓ Event Lore: A promise he made to Kate a long time ago to save her from death. Main Story: A promise he made to someone other than Kate to take them to the moon.

Time •ʚଓ Event Lore: Time is not impossible to turn back. Time magic exists. Past, present and future are all tangled together, connecting countless words. Time marches on mercilessly as Kate tries to break her curse

Main Story: Time is not able to be turned back. Time magic/travel doesn't exist, Jude can't go back to retrieve what he's lost. Time travel may not exist, but space travel is a possibility, which would connect Jude to another world once he reaches the moon. Time marches on mercilessly for Jude as he tries to fulfill his promise to the one he made it to.

Fairies •ʚଓ Event Lore: Fairies are rare creatures with outstanding abilities that are often the source of international conflicts. They are targeted, and their deaths give an opposing country military advantage. Fairies can easily overthrow a government with power, and the fairies who refuse to join the military are imprisoned and killed.

Main Story: Obviously, his curse is the 13th fairy, but Jude is extremely intelligent and highly skilled in many things, who because of his cycle hatred that he voluntarily enters in, he often is targeted 24/7. With the knowledge that Jude possess in terms of his research in aerospace engineering, Jude has very lethal technology in his hands. Although his intentions are pure and endearing rather than sinister, a coalition between three groups work against Jude after he repeatedly refuses to give up his research. He is imprisoned and tortured by the military, waiting to be killed.

Death •ʚଓ Event Lore: Jude the fairy is okay with dying over a promise, feeling he's lived long enough. He is able to save Kate from death as he promised.

Main Story: While a part of Jude was determined to live in spite of the world for the longest time, he is exhausted and really just wants to give up. Even his promise - the only thing he has left - isn't enough of an anchor him anymore. The one whom he promised to protect died, he was unable to save them.

Overall, I loved Jude's SE route. It's very fairytale-like, very sweet, funny in some areas, devastating and romantic to me. The hole I felt in my heart over the overwhelming feelings of loss they both felt in bitter end...it's so relatable. I mean we've all most likely lost someone in our lives, and haven't been quite the same haven't we?

The way they took his route lore and twisted it to fit his whacky tale in the event is superb! And to me it just goes to show how far out the main stories are actually planned and written. To me that feels like excellent planning and execution. Some may feel differently and that's okay, but this is my take on it.

To be frank, I think that for all the stories in the Twisted Tale series so far......I really like the name Dark IF actually. Twisted Tale sounds weird to me.

Can't wait for the next set of Dark IF Tales!

[medicinemane]

Should make a pain killer that actually kills (or even touches) pain

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

find it very funny how so many twin peaks fans (aka redditors) seem to think there's really only one way to read the series and just ascribe every single thing to their view of it instead of actually interrogating things

[tardis--dreams]

Alright maybe my coworkers don't Actually hate me after all~

[comradecowplant]

my beef with Hughie being the most annoying part of The Boys ended, Kimiko & Frenchie reigniting their romance is my new The Boys best enemy 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

[naydralikessoup]

indie game....... save me indie game.........

[poisonouspastels]

@beegswaz genuinely i think my favorite tags on any of my work ever. i fucking love when people talk abt my characters like this

[funeralprocessor]

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[canichangemyblogname]

Do y’all know anyone who doesn’t actually know how to have a conversation, all they know is how to interrupt or derail a conversation? Like they keep talking over you to tell you their opinion on something (often unrelated), even though the conversation doesn’t call for an opinion. There was no, “What do y’all think,” but they still gotta interrupt, speak very loudly over you and tell you some very wrong opinion. Or you’ll be talking and then they just start up a different topic. And when you call them out on that the response is, “I’m not interested in that.”

[eviltothecore13]

lots of people in this fandom CLAIM to love Gomez but when someone makes a post with Morticia as "Barbie is everything" and Gomez as "he's just Ken", it gets likes and reblogs

like...isn't that meme essentially saying "he's bland and boring/doesn't do anything interesting/is no good at anything and has nothing special about him, and no-one cares about him that much because he's just some bland generic guy with no personality beyond being a sidekick"?

do the majority of fans genuinely believe Gomez has no personality and no interesting traits?