#this is a stream of consciousness post

[jimmyscanongf]

kill me or whatever but the more i think about it, i really like jimmy as a character and i do not get the people who pretend like he doesnt exist. hes a rapist and an all around awful fucking person but hes also the main character. hes the axis on which the whole story turns. i also think people who label him as a monster or pure evil are having a media comprehension moment because to me he is very fucked up in a very human way, and i think thats the whole point? he’s selfish and aggressive and demeaning and envious and resentful and guilty and has a massive inferiority complex and does heinous things but hes also just. a fucking guy. hes so real. he’s a massive piece of shit but not cartoonishly evil and thats why i like his character. he really could be anyone. you probably have encountered a guy like this in real life. and all in all this is a horror story and jimmy is the driver of the horror and if you go wahhhh im gonna pretend the horrifying things dont exist why are you playing a horror game?

[slushglow]

the price of your mercy

[borealing]

the first time gihun nearly cracks a smile in the games is when inho calls him by his name and then goes oh i just wanted to try calling you by your name.. do you mind? which raises the two incredible questions of 1. was that a slip of the tongue and if yes, does inho call him gihun when he thinks about him? not player 456, even though that's how the frontman addresses him? and 2. was gihun actually suspicious for a second there or was he completely appeased by the idea that a random guy in the games is trying to speedrun being his bestie given what happened last time (everyone he was friends with died)

i really wonder how badly the games traumatised gihun, like hes meeting these new people and expecting them to die within days. he meets them and has mourned them before he knows their names. he nearly cracks a smile when someone becomes his friend despite the pre-emptive grief he must be feeling. it just speaks to the kind of man he is, trusting to a fault and desperate for any kind of connection

[plounce]

why was bashir a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century? like dude it's fine you can relax. actually wait the tense here is kinda funny. i used past tense because ds9 is from the 90s and i watched it in 2021 so in both cases it's from the past in my view. but when talking about a text you speak in the present: why IS bashir a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century? but the statement is half about how ds9 takes place in the scifi future: why WILL bashir be a closeted homosexual in the 23rd century?

[magnificentmicrowave]

KLEPTOMONICA_002

[heartorbit]

revstar emu save me

[perplexingly]

I don't know how to word it properly but my favourite thing about the kcd series is the way the vengeance story is portrayed through Henry's hit list evolving at every step

In kcd1 the very top entry of the quest log (which stays at the very top thorough the entire game) is the "Vengeance: You must find Markvart Von Aultiz and avenge your parents" quest. Initially Markvart is the only name, but then Runt is added, then Runt is dealt with and Istvan is next.

In kcd2, if you choose to talk with Istvan before dealing with him, Henry also adds Von Bergow and Erik to his kill list, and Istvan teases about who is next - Sigismund?

It really gives off that feeling of vengeance causing this endless spiral of violence, that after each name is crossed out, it only causes you to add more names.

I think that's also a big reason I prefer leaving Markvart alive - the only way to stop the spiral is to walk away

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I've been doing a lot of reflection as of late, especially after this past class.

This past class was about the Torah and Tanakh in general, and the way the rabbi talked about the commandments (specifically the ten commandments) has made me really reflect on how I interpret them, specifically the fifth commandment, or honoring your mother and father.

This is a commandment I have wrestled with for a long time - in fact, it brought me away from g-d at multiple times. I was severely abused when I was incredibly young by my mother, and I used to feel insulted at the implication that I were to honor her while she got to live a better life. It was hypocritical, in my eyes.

But this rabbi surmised that this particular commandment was because parenthood is an act of creation, something that is like the g-d from which we come from. My realization is this: I don't think we're necessarily meant to take even these commandments literally.

I this particular commandment is more of a call to honor creation - creation is a gift, and like any gift, many people simply will not like it and will discard it. The person who abused me created me, but she did not honor creation. She didn't honor me, but I can still honor it.

I have started to honor creation much more. I'm too young, too unstable, not mature enough to be a father (though I fantasize about it), but I create all the time. I create relationships, I create with my hands through crochet. I create memories, I create my world. And I can honor who I am and where I came from that made me who I am. I've been learning one of the mother tongues of my family (Italian, since part of my family originates there) and it was judaism that inspired me to do this.

I don't think g-d wants me to honor my abuser. I think He wants me to remember the Holy action of creation. When I am a father, that act of creation will be Holy, and indeed, I am already joyful about the thought.

I have seen many people struggle with this particular commandment, but I think this perspective helps me personally. I don't think I ever have to forgive my abusers (plural), and I don't think I am commanded to simply because they happened to be family. I am commanded to recognize the holy, to elevate the mundane. In doing so, I will remember g-d. Through creation, I honor g-d and everything he has done for us, for me, and for our collective people.

[buckdiazlafd]

bucks widower arc for 8b…obsessed. eddies picture dangling from the jeeps rearview mirror. buck at maddies and they’re making dinner and he’s like I just cant believe he’s gone *sniff* and maddie gives him a.. sympathetic but confused look and eddies voice comes out of the speaker of bucks phone lying face up on the counter, exasperated sigh “buck i wish you’d stop saying that…. hi maddie, thanks for looking out for this one while im gone!” and maddies like hi eddie! :) no problem, i know you know how he gets haha and eddie laughs like oh yeah like that meme i sent u! And maddie starts laughing yes exactlyyy and buck rips open the pasta package with such force noodles go flying everywhere. “Careful bud..” eddie says over the phone and him and maddie laugh and buck is mumbling maybe I’ll just make EDDIE the widower see how he likes it , and eddies like, maddie is he making you his chicken florentine? best in LA ive always told him, I already said it’ll have to be the first thing I eat when I get back💘” and buck looks up from sweeping the pasta , blushing and smiling “really eddie? 🥹”

[kwonkissed]

“if kamala becomes president, israel won’t exist in two years time” hey now, don’t threaten us with a good time

[yenforfairytales]

"LaRusso Twig 2.0"

Is it not enough that Sam has all the boys falling for her like Daniel but now she has her own 7ft obsessive and possessive karate man

You don't think Terry would have loved to have beat up a group of guys in the alley with Daniel?!

From a rival team lol. 🐍🐉

Axel was so jealous! Staring from across the room! Like Terry did for the past three seasons!

Somebody make a gifset of all the parallels I can't--

(gifset here. fandom move fast! thank)

I mean, Terry acted like the typical jealous ex-boyfriend with Chozen and Johnny.

Watch any teen, drama, Lifetime movie, and the jealous ex-boyfriend always calls their perceived rival a "pretty boy"

Karate Kid III was a Lifetime movie...

And Terry has this particular hatred of Johnny because of Daniel and Kreese lol. His two favorite people prefer this buffoon over him and it drives him bitterly nuts. I love it.

And I love Axel.

He reminds me so much of Twig. Just a sweet bby boi who doesn't quite know how to make friends and latches on to the first person to show him compassion after having an abusive mentor/father.

We haven't seen Terry defend Daniel's honor yet, but you never know...

The jealousy is what gets me. Axel and Terry can't keep their eyes off their tiny brunettes. The longing. The yearning. The anger...

It hurts. It's beautiful.

--

P.S. - Sam and Daniel in Pink and Red for their karate men. Daniel was even wearing Red for some reason when he sees Terry again.

And Tig said Terry has been trying to win over Daniel?? Hmm, ok lol. Many thoughts about that later

💙🖤

[otrtbs]

in my perfect world there wouldn't be a mcd warning tag... there would just be nothing and then BAM! u get hit with the death outta nowhere because that's life... but alas.... i keep it niceys

[seaglassmelody]

Working on a writing prompt and thinking about being a Mourn Watcher and somehow landed on like

I think it's interesting how being able to romance any of the companions despite their feelings on your faction/abilities is really interesting, because it informs the companions' preferences as well as your Rook's.

Like using Lucanis as an example since he's my canon romance-

If you romance Lucanis as a de Riva/Crow Rook, it can indicate that he finds comfort in the familiar, and that the connection with someone who understands his life as an assassin is important to him

If you're like me and romance him with a Mourn Watcher, he potentially develops an attraction to things that freak him out LOL

Just thinking about the Vorgoth missive from after Emmrich's companion quest like "FLEE IF IT APPEARS IN YOUR DREAMS" about Hezenkoss's construct.

The Veilguard: What...does that mean...

Sabriel: Well since it was a magical construct connected to the Fade via spirit energy, there's a chance a version of it exists there still! So since you go into the Fade when you dream, well...it's probably fine. The construct likely isn't real :)

Lucanis, inexplicably attracted to this: Do you listen to yourself when you say things

[knightforflowers]

You are spontaneous, both in character and in origin. You set out on a mission to discover the world and discover yourself, and you have completed that mission with aplomb. So. Now I ask you...what do you want now?

I— want to help my friends.

[fastcardotmp3]

goodbyes in the rain.... (~700 words)

"I know you'll wanna eat 'em all while you're driving, but save some for Chris," Buck says, the fabric of his shirt going dark in speckled increments the longer they stand here. "And-- and call. When you get there."

Eddie breathes in sharply through his nose and nods, needing the beat it offers to not have all of his insides spilling out across his tongue the next time he unclenches his jaw and opens his mouth and--

"Of course."

--speaks.

"Good," Buck croaks. It's almost impossible to look directly at him. The sun isn't in the sky today in the sunshine state, but only because it's right here on the ground, blinding Eddie with the force of its unyielding loyalty. "Good. Okay. You'll drive safe?"

"I'll drive safe," Eddie agrees. It's the third time he's promised. It's the third time Buck has asked. "And I'll save some," he lifts the baggie of cookies in his hand, "for Chris."

Buck nods. Cyclical. Just passing the same mannerisms back and forth and back and forth and--

"Okay," Eddie opens his arms and swallows thickly and he doesn't have to pull or be pulled before they are caught in a firm embrace, growing deeper before it releases, going deeper than any they've shared before, if only because every subsequent hug carries more history than the last. If only because this one carries the pressure of actually, in many ways, being the last.

"You'll call," Buck murmurs into Eddie's shoulder. His curls are damp where they brush against Eddie's cheek, his jaw, his neck, a tangible presence making itself known at his temple. "If you need-- If you think of anything for the house. I'm gonna do the repairs we talked about, but if you think of-- anything."

"Yeah," Eddie agrees hoarsely as he pulls away, holds Buck by the shoulder for a lingering beat. "I'll call. About the house."

He's in his truck before he even realizes he's looked away from Buck at all. The sun is on the ground today in Los Angeles, to the point where every direction here on the pavement is filled with its glow. The sky may be dim, but Eddie doesn't realize, he doesn't recognize when he's looked away, because even as he starts the engine and buckles his seatbelt and starts to drive, he sees him.

Sees him everywhere. Sees him in the dotted yellow lines disappearing under his wheels and the cracks in the sidewalk where they went for strolls when Eddie's arm was still in a sling.

Sees him in the plastic baggie filled with homemade chocolate chip cookies sitting in the passenger seat. Sees him in the blur of his eyes as he rolls to a stall in front of the stop sign at the end of the block where he raised his son and raised himself until he failed at both.

Eddie swallows around a lump in his throat and definitively does not look in the rearview mirror just in case. Stalls longer than he has any right doing at a suburban intersection.

Grabs his phone.

Dials.

"Eddie?"

"Don't forget to water the plants," he pleads wetly, one hand still gripping the steering wheel. If he lets go... if he lets go, "you're the one that gave most of 'em to me, so you have to-- keep them alive."

"I will," Buck almost sounds stunned, something in it keeping his voice steadier than even Eddie's.

"And you can paint my bedroom," he offers. "I've always hated it and I know you do to and it's just-- a shit color, so. You can paint it. Whatever you want. It's-- yours anyway, now, so."

"I was thinking green," Buck tells him. "Something sage-y."

"That'll be good."

"Yeah."

Eddie breathes. The sun is in his rearview and if he meets its reflection he'll go blind and won't be able to drive, won't be able to make it to that house waiting for him four blocks from where he grew up.

He looked at the pictures on the listing again last night. He thought about holes in the wall. If he fucks it all up, who will help him fill them back in?

"Buck, I..."

"I know."

"I have to."

A breath. Rain patters on the windshield, growing stronger all the while. Eddie does not look back to see how dark Buck's t-shirt has gotten.

"Go," he begs, with all of his light. "I'll be here."

Eddie hangs up the phone before Buck can hear him sob.

He lifts his foot off the brake and rolls through the stop sign.

He goes.

[echolynn13]

Random SFTH Ramble:

Every time someone suggests improv or comedy for the genre game, if Luke's the one taking suggestions, he'll smile and do his thumbs up, saying 'we'll do our best', but then if Sam's in control he just tells them to fuck off, complete with middle fingers up- I've mentioned their great dynamic and I think I can kind of put into words what I mean now; Sam and Luke bounce off each other really well, partially because of their very similar humor and energy, but the defining difference is that Sam is not afraid to be a dick lmao (/lh ofc I know it's all in good fun). A more specific example of this dynamic is when they're taking turns roasting each other (that's what was happening in that livestream right? I don't have the context, only clips), Luke goes on a whole thing about how he's called Tom a gangly freak so many times he's worried he'll start genuinely taking it to heart. It's an adorable and sweet moment between them that I love.. Meanwhile Sam's thinking 'Oh he's done? My turn then, don't mind if I do-' and immediately jumps to calling Tom's dick small. Anyway, I'm obsessed with them, they're the embodiment of friendship goals <3