#t: i'm not crying
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friendlyfirestarter · 7 months ago
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I JUST realized none of the main four ever met VAL and she never met them. At the start of this season I thought she was going to be the final confrontation and instead she did one final kindness for people she'd never met.
This is fine.
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funfactory · 1 month ago
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fromis_9 ♡ 250129
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waveridden · 1 year ago
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thali-lemmonpie · 1 year ago
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"My heart will feel the same old way, even though the stars fade from above."
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anxiousapplepie · 2 months ago
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Regarding F!Odile being a little shit and providing Too Many Potatoes: do you think, since the Cooks don't fight, that C!Siffrin's bits of availability to attack or heal have a Random chance of them figuring out how to make an ACTUAL potato bomb and throwing it at the King?
T!Mira doesn't even realize it's a thing until she does all of the side quests, and C!Sif is so fed up with F!Odile's shit that he whips up a potato bomb and chucks it at the King about halfway through the fight. Makes her laugh really hard and everyone else can't help but follow suit. So say there's like a 20% chance of it happening and it only happens if all the friend quests are done. Which means it isn't very predictable, and every time it happens its extremely entertaining for all of them.
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I see absolutely no reason why C!Siffrin and the gang can't get a potato bomb to throw at the King. Honestly the funniest stunt C!Siffrin could do! also implies that Sif was carrying a bag of potatoes throughout the House??? So when the gang collect all the bomb parts, Siffrin sidles up like "lemme make one adjustment" and powers it with wishcraft and potatoes. But only sometimes! As all good Siffrin events need to be randomized and unlikely, to make things more interesting Put it this way! It would be very funny and I am here for the sheer ludicrousness of the King being blasted by smoking potatoes XD And it would instantly boost the morale of everybody in the room
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captainsavre · 11 months ago
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Go home. Go be with your wife and your baby. That's an order. Marina and Liam || Station 19 - 7.03 'True Colors'
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wwillywonka · 7 months ago
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spock crying in the the motion picture novelization
as i was watching star trek the motion picture today, i found myself wondering how closely it and the book align only to find that the essential scene, the thesis statement of the tmp story, where spock draws a direct parallel between v'ger and himself while crying is simply... not in the book. i know the version that's more widely available now is the director's cut and that said scene wasn't even in the original theatrical release, but the movie is simply incomplete without it. so! i decided to write out the scene as if it were in the book! please enjoy my take on a prose version of spock's beautiful speech
“Spock?” Then, when his Science Officer did not answer, “Mr. Spock.”
Kirk rose from the captain’s chair and made for the console where Spock sat, facing away from him towards the screen that displayed Vejur’s activity.
“I think -" Kirk began.
Then, Spock turned towards him in his chair, hand releasing from its resting place against the thin line of his mouth. He was — crying. A single, shimmering tear was streaking down his left cheek. His eyes, usually so dark and, since his return from Vulcan, so indecipherable, now shone brightly under the dim, warm light of the bridge. His eyebrows crinkled inwards, not in contemplative thought but, and Kirk would have never guessed, worry. It seemed that open, unashamed emotion left over from Spock’s mind meld with the intruder had not yet dissipated, though Kirk was unsure if Spock’s tears were more Vejur’s than his own.
Spock nodded his head, lifting it a little towards his captain, slightly accusatorily. There was no attempt to hide, no apologetic aversion of gaze. It seemed as if he were telling Jim, “Yes, believe what you are seeing, Captain.
“I have returned.”
Kirk felt McCoy step into place at his side, the doctor’s eyes settling on the now multiple tears pooling down Spock’s face. The captain shared a look with McCoy, acknowledging their mutual concern and astonishment towards their friend.
“Not for us,” Kirk finally stated.
“No, Captain. Not for us.” Spock’s voice, if perhaps a little softer than usual, was confident, steady, calm. Certain. “For Vejur.”
Spock raised his hands, intertwining the fingers in a familiar, thoughtful gesture, but kept them suspended in the air, fidgeting.
Commander Decker approached, too, eyebrows furrowing as he took in the image before him. Kirk showed no sign of acknowledging his presence, the captain’s attention entirely focused on his friend.
“I weep for Vejur as I would for a brother," Spock continued. "As I was when I came aboard, so is Vejur now. Empty, incomplete, and searching. Logic and knowledge are not enough.”
Kirk thought back to every argument, every insistent remark Spock made during their initial five-year mission about his lack of emotion, about his fundamental inability to consider anything else but logic and careful reasoning. Were these out of desperation, a need for the humans of the old Enterprise crew to accept his words as fact so that he, too, could cement their validity? Maybe in Spock’s mind, the more times he declared it, the closer it would be to coming true.
“Spock,” McCoy cut in, colliding reality with Kirk’s thoughts and Spock’s poetic words. “Are you saying that you’ve found what you needed, but Vejur hasn’t?” Decker spoke first. “What would Vejur need to fulfill itself?” Spock moved his gaze towards the main screen, just past Kirk’s head in his line of sight. “Each of us, at some time in our lives, turns towards someone: a father, a brother, a god… and asks, ‘Why am I here? What was I meant to be?’” He took in a sharp breath. “Vejur hopes to touch its creator-“ And now, he lifted his gaze, meeting Kirk’s eyes. “To find its answers.”
“‘Is this all that I am?’” said the captain, quoting Spock’s words from their conversation in sickbay. “‘Is there nothing more?’”
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starberry-cupcake · 2 months ago
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I didn't want to derail my own post in a reblog but @rabnerd28 got what I was trying to convey, so I'm gonna go off about it for a sec
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I don't know what the writers will do with them, snw is Unexpected when it comes to the writing, but I think they certainly are cooking with the right ingredients because:
exhibit a
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exhibit b
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exhibit c (this is a quote by paul wesley)
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exhibit d (this is a quote by ethan peck)
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exhibit e (these two quotes are by paul wesley)
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exhibit f (this is ethan peck)
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I don't know, I might be wrong but I think they have a good foundation and I hope they don't waste it
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pollen-blogs · 17 days ago
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officialbruciewayne · 6 months ago
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The thing that was the most expensive in Bruce's life, that had cost him the most dearly was control. He needed it. Needed it worse than breathing- each exhale cutting sharper - needed it like it could pull apart the strands of a life. It was the cost of staring at Joe Chill's dead body. It was the cost of disappearing from Gotham overnight. It was the cost he had impressed most on his children.
What we feel in here- Bruce's heart was a bat trapped in a cage, shrieking and flashing wings, fast-paced -he touched a hand over his chest. What we feel in here, we don't take out into Gotham. We don't give it to other people. We don't hurt. If we hurt, we don't, we don't.
Selina was leaving. He'd asked her to go. He'd told her he didn't love her. Couldn't love her. Not the way she wanted. Not the way he wanted.
Another failed relationship, Bruce concluded. Something the children would come to their own conclusion when they saw that he'd left her crying alone in the drawing room. But for now, he'd shelter them as best he could from Bruce's latest pearl in a necklace of mistakes.
He wasn't exactly the picture of mental health; and deep pain came out heavy, blunted and wishing it had a gun to shoot out Joseph Chill's brains. That was the monster not allowed in Gotham. And it was not allowed in the Cave, and certainly not around his children.
Breathing too fast, shoulders rising and falling, Bruce locked himself in his room. And then because that would never keep them out, shouldered his wardrobe- a heavy, old, expensive thing -until it was in front of the door. He couldn't put the security shields down on the windows without signalling the cave, but he could lock and secure them with one of Tim's expanding bo staffs.
That might keep the kids from worrying.
Or at least from getting in.
Long enough for Bruce to suddenly, control ripping out between his teeth with a roar of grief, lunge for the nearest object- a mirror over the desk. He picked it up, ribs singing with sore pain, and threw it across his room.
Alone.
Alone. Alley.
There was no method to it. Nothing meticulous. Just taking apart the room piece by piece, snarling and sobbing and keening.
Alone. Blood. He'd done everything- done anything- except be honest. Admit to being broken- wood splinters jammed in the heel of his hand, and he snarled aloud. Taking only a moment to bite them out with his teeth, before resuming the brutish, unexamined punching of his own things.
Wanted to exhaust himself. Wanted to curl up in the wreckage, panting and coated in sweat, no longer needing control. Remembering how even just a week ago, he had been so frantically desperate not to be alone, he had offered his body up like an apology.
How saying the words had been beyond apology: what was he thinking. He didn't need authenticity, didn't need to be a person, didn't need to be- words like aromantic, words like asexual, words like I can't love anything, I can't have what my parents had, is this how I was made or what I was made?
Exhaustion didn't come, only destruction. Only Bruce Wayne throwing a violent tantrum after a break-up he should have seen coming. Only trying to break anything but someone else. Knuckles bleeding, but numb as a boy in blood, Bruce just- he gave up. Dropped down onto the floor of his room. Knelt in the wake of his own faults and dropped his head into his hands.
G-d he hated himself.
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ollou · 1 year ago
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So....I've been stuck in this Trinity Blood hole for a while. AGAIN. Like bad.
Anyways have an Abel.
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IF ANYONE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT TRINITY BLOOD HIT ME UP FAM
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strange-anni · 3 months ago
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@greenfiend Remember the conversation about Earl, Dale and Henry we had here?
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Mike is not willing "to pr*stitute" his sister. That's good, right? Right?
However
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Lucas seemingly has no such qualms. He's willing to get Keith a date with Nancy if it means he'll get a chance to talk to Max and tell her the truth about Will ... in an Employee's Room while being told keep things PG
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Yeah, I can see how some things happening in a storage shed room for employees could get you arrested or k*lled if anyone finds out
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All while Lucas is surrounded by coke left and right
And to top it of ...
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Keith has a nasty rash which can spread to the whole family
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grxceful-ly · 2 years ago
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peter bringing mayday with him to do spider stuff because yeah, he had things to live for before--but now he has a child and he is going to raise this child and be there for her and maybe if she’s there, strapped to his chest, he’ll be more careful. he’ll consider his life almost as precious as hers. maybe bringing mayday to work is a precaution. 
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cnl0400 · 3 months ago
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Apparently, new stuff it's in the works...
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uldahstreetrat · 4 days ago
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if one more joint in my body betrays me I'm gonna commit a crime out of spite
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iamthemaestro · 12 days ago
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gender rant in tags
#there is a part of me that desperately wants to identify as a man but i just can't#because i hate being associated what that means for people#like yes obviously being big and masculine and putting on muscle and weight is affirming to a lot of people#and that's fine#but i really do not know how to explain how much i do not resonate with that#and how much i equally don't resonate with femininity#i have spent years debating whether i want to medically transition#i know about all the literal physical stuff i just don't know if i want to bite the bullet and do it#and i go on tumblr hoping to find some kind of inspiration some kind of motivation literally anything to encourage me to do it#but literally every post about being transmasc is about being strong and hairy and typically masculine#which. again. is fine. but i literally never feel like my gender is one that even exists#so then i convince myself that it's best not to even try#when i still don't even know if i've decided that's true or not#i dont know#i don't even know where i'm going with this i just feel like i will never ever be seen in my life#and even if i make the jump to medically transition it will mean i may lose a lot of people close to me#so it's not ebven like it's just a gender question it's like well. do you want to feel Vaguely Dissatisfied but not in agony and keep the#things and the people that are closest to you#or do you want to try this thing that you may not even like and risk losing everything#i just wish i fucking knew#i would know if i thought i could be the person i wanted to be on T#but honestly i'm not convinced that i will ever be that person#i see trans people being happy and it just makes me fucking sad#and i fucking hate that#if you’ve read this far I’ll admit to you this was because I started crying looking at the tumblr forcemasc tag. because I’m normal#anyway. goes back to reading my stupid naval uniform book#mine#delete later
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