Text
😭😭😭
He's right and he should say it. Kiddy deserved her happy ending and I'm so glad he gave it to her.
Happy birthday, Kiddy!
❤️
#silent mobius#silent möbius#kiddy phenil#asamiya kia#kia asamiya#kikuchi michitaka#michitaka kikuchi#truly best girl#she more than earned being with someone who absolutely worshipped her#and could also be incredibly stupid with her#kiddy and ralph 5ever#anyway where is her sexy doujinshi pls asamiya-sensei? :)
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
total drama memes
#truly best girl#total drama#total drama island#total drama action#total drama world tour#Lindsay#td lindsay#meme#td memes#td meme#memes#total drama meme#total drama memes#mine
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
You can tell by the reaction people have to Penelope asking Colin to kiss her whether they ever experienced being a wallflower/insecure fat girl at a party or not.
Because you say it's pathetic, I say it's relatable, no matter how desperate it may sound. If you've never had your insecurity eat you up from the inside (but also the outside, as Portia literally told Penelope that she was delusional for thinking she was gonna find a husband in her third season out) to the point you genuinely, wholeheartedly believe no one will ever love you unless you physically change, then obviously the scene is off to you.
But Pen literally told Colin she felt stupid for thinking she's gonna find a husband (she just started believing what the ton and her mother said) and that she knows no one would want to kiss her. And for a romance girl like her, do you think the thought of never having a kiss, never experiencing that passion, would be easy to bear? I can so relate to being the most romantic of the bunch but also being the loneliest and aching for physical and emotional romantic love.
She is so vulnerable and so real in that moment but y'all gotta bitch about it because it doesn't make sense to you. It doesn't make sense to me either because she's gorgeous, but that's the thing - no one ever told her she's gorgeous and actually meant it. And even if they did, there must be 10 more people who didn't that keep that insecurity in her, specifically her sisters and her mother.
Nicola said this one was for the wallflowers, and it truly is, so if you find scenes like this cringe, you just don't relate to the character enough to feel it and recall moments when you had the same thoughts as her.
#sorry for ranting#but my girl is insecure and vulnerable#of course she will make decisions that are not really the best#but clearly her self-hatred is running so deep she truly believes she will die before someone will kiss#her#and if that ain't the most relatable thing ever#polin#bridgerton#bridgerton season 3#bridgerton s3#nicola coughlan#bridgerton 3#penelope featherington
8K notes
·
View notes
Text
this is the falin touden post gather around and look at her majestic beauty. i need you too look at her. please. i am begging. you need to see beautiful wonderful girl.
#never seen a white woman as beautiful as she#shes truly the best of the best#falinnnnnnnn#oh falin oh falin#i want to give her a little kiss on the head and explode#making a sepreate post for her covered in blood#my blood soaked girl shes so wonderful#falin touden#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi spoilers#dunmeshi spoilers#delicious in dungeon spoilers#falin dungeon meshi#faLINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN#FALIN TOUDEN#FALIN FALIN FALIN FLAIN FALIN FALIN#oh go d when she uh#dungeon meshi manga spoilers but uh when she uh when she gets that dragon form of hers#woooooooooooweeeeeeeeeeeeeeee#im so happy for yuri#yuri warriors glorious day#glorious falin touden
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
jane & guildford's unique way of flirting
#my lady jane#myladyjaneedit#jane x guildford#myladyjanecentral#janefordarchive#userninz#chrissiewatts#usertina#tusermira#userelliee#mine*#welll yes!#the best kind!#because both of them can dish it and take it 😌#there's so much typical british humour in this. it's truly a delight#their comedic timing was great actually#jane looking at his lips in the first one. GIRL STAND UP
850 notes
·
View notes
Text
Komaru Naegi really is the video game protagonist of all time. She’s so scared. She can see ghosts. She is full of kindness. She has a gun (that is also a megaphone). She is SO down bad for the most pathetic woman of all time. She has bad self esteem, she hypes herself the fuck up whenever she solved even the tiniest of puzzles. She’s been kidnapped no less than two times, once by a child. She reads manga. Shes a blanket hog. I love her so much
#danganronpa#komaru naegi#tokomaru#drae#ultra despair girls#dr komaru#truly the best danganronpa protagonist#like i love the others too#but she is everything
660 notes
·
View notes
Text
I would kill to spend the rest of my life with that person. (insp.)
#ggedit#gilmoregirlsedit#lukedanesedit#lorelaigilmoreedit#javajunkieedit#*#inspired <3#userraffa#userpegs#userrobin#singinprincess#usertina#userdean#tuserjen#alielook#omgari#userarry#userdena#tuseror#truly invented best friends to lovers its crazyyyy#gilmore girls#javajunkie
373 notes
·
View notes
Text
i know why but the fact that people pretend to not understand that "criticizing" someone who is being targeted by a harassment campaign means you are part of that campaign. i can guarantee you that the person who is being harrassed is not gonna be receptive to your good advice or whatever. even if they are a shit head, sending them anons about how they suck and should get better is still participating in the harassment. you can just block and ignore them if they really do bother you you know
627 notes
·
View notes
Text
The juxtaposition of Louis’ monologues on Claudia and the actual scenes with Claudia are so funny to me.
Louis: she was an obsessive whirlwind
Claudia: let’s spend more than .05% of our immortal lives looking for and researching our own kind.
Louis: there was nothing in her but feverish fixation
Claudia: omfg Louis uncurl from your ball of depression we have shit to do.
Louis: she was a perfect killer, forever teetering on the edge of madness
Claudia: *possesses the ability to eat people without writing tearful poetry about it*
Louis: she was mercurial- always abandoning me to chase her desires :(
Claudia: I hate your boyfriends
Louis: she was never satisfied, and rebelled and suspected Armand and the coven
Claudia: I HATE YOUR BOYFRIENDS
Louis: god I feel so responsible for her- even for the bad stuff that happens her- it’s such a burden
Claudia: you told your boyfriend we did WHAT on your second date???
#Louis is what happens if you make miette a messy gay vampire#claudia deserved better#rip my girl#being the adult daughter of black creole bella swan#truly the hardest battle known to man#IMAGINE hearing you don’t know him like I do 🥺 about the guy who eventually directs your execution via live theater#I also would’ve done my best to haunt the shit out of everyone there#iwtv#iwtv spoilers#iwtv season 2#claudia de pointe du lac#louis de pointe du lac#armand#lestat de lioncourt
326 notes
·
View notes
Text
i can't properly articulate rn but i'm thinking about beauyasha and how in episode 1 yasha is like The Uber Cool Strong Girl that beau immediately hits on and yasha is cool-as-a-cucumber side-stepping the advances or turning the game on its head (throwing beau over her shoulder for realsies) vs. late-game ep 100+ yasha where she's like freaking out, constantly like "jesus why is beau so hot. what do i do. oh god. should i write her a poem???" that dichotomy is just so iconic. that's on relationship/character progression babes
#when do i get to say yasha's character journey is one of the best ever because truly the early ~mysterious~ yasha#giving way to This Girl Said She Smells like a Crayon#hair so shorn on the sides..............#critical role#beauyasha#mighty nein
350 notes
·
View notes
Text
☝️☝️☝️ pink 🌸🩷🧁
🌠
#sentai#boonboomger#kyuranger#magiranger#boukenger#gingaman#toqger#pink ft. sakura my wIFE SAKURA (with a very big gun)#HOUKA. KAGURA. HIKARU. MIRA. truly some peak ladies right here#shout out pink ribbon miki her ribbon was the go to team weapon and it was great every time#mai the butchest a toku girl is allowed to get before people start getting scared#fighting the urge to say something gushy about each of the characters lmao#the best part about drawing all these lil guys for me has been getting to think back on characters i dont typically think about#and remembering everything there is to love about every last hero#idk its been getting me real hard in the chest ok leave me alone#thats 91/172 done!!!!!!!! AND THERE ARE ONLY 15 GIRLS LEFT LMAO OOF#2024 art tag
183 notes
·
View notes
Text
SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS,
BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY,
IT TAKES TWO TO TOXIC!
FINALLY!!! Finished these pics of jinx I’ve been working on!!!!! HOLY SHIT, these took so long…. But finally… they’re done… pls enjoy this art of my beautiful princess w a disorder. Featuring alternate colors for the big pic and also a closeup! Cuz I rlly like how both the lines and coloring on her face turned out… like the pink gradients w her eye… her deer in headlights expression,, like uve just startled a raccoon digging thru ur trashcan and r two seconds away from getting mauled.. m proud of it!
#arcane#league of legends#jinx#jinx arcane#arcane jinx#doodles#hate and love how hardcore I relate to jinx…#little sisters w dependency issues.. + a whole lot of other issues#anyway the ‘he’ in the ‘crazy girl’ lyrics is in my mind referring to both vi and silco lol#I’m sORRY! I keep seeing ppl hardcore pitting these 2 bad bitches against each other#and it’s like… silco is objectively. morally worse than vi.. vi is not like. a ruthless crime lord#vi IS 100% trying her best and loves her sister. but she still screwed up w jinx#and silco ALSO truly loves jinx. but also screwed up by fucking. trauma bonding w her ghgh-#like.. silco is too close. he’s like. yes go apeshit jinx I support and love you and understand u no matter what fucked up shit u do.#were the same. and that’s beautiful!!! I love how supportive he is…#but its like.. silcos too close. he just became a new person for jinx to glomp onto and base her self esteem around after vi left#and he doesn’t manipulate that on purpose but. he DOES effect that girls mental state. cuz he needs her too#meanwhile vi is too far away… she thinks she knows who jinx is. but jinx has changed… time marches forward. she’s not that little girl#anymore#and nOW! after the finale jinx has NOBODY TO BE CODEPENDENT W..#her mental state has always been so tied up in how the ppl she puts on pedestals view her#and now there’s no pedestal anymore. she knocked down the statues. she’s alone…#it’s interesting….#anyway I’m not trying to say vi is as bad as silco at ALL. just that she’s an equally important building block in jinx’s mind#that has made her into the fucked up lil person she is today. and I think that’s neat.#lol anyway! I’m hyped for season 2….#aLSO GOD DAMN THIS GIRLS OUTFIT IS COMPLICATED. WHY DO U GOT SO MANY BITS N BOBS JINX??? I mean I get it accessories rock.#but u take so much time to draw ghfhg- require so much brainpower#aLSO ADDENDUM. while silco is objectively morally worse than vi his relationship w jinx is genuinely. like. makes me emotional ghgh-#its not perfect. or healthy. but… it’s. the both of them. being seen. and accepted. and loved and understood.. and I love that shit.
169 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi!!! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a yan!alhaitham/Kaveh or heizou for a fem!reader? Anything else is up to you! Totally cool if not tho - love the blog!!!
CW: Yandere! Kaveh (though on the subtler side), drunk Kaveh, manipulation, Reader makes poor decisions
PAIRING: Y! Kaveh x Fem! Reader
I really like Kaveh ♡ Sorry this took some time! Supposed to be a drabble but...(Happy Holidays!)
In retrospect, the first time was already a mistake.
It was hardly a sensible decision to make, but given his pitiable state and your bleeding heart, you couldn't just leave him slumped over behind some building in the city. Kaveh had always been friendly with you, sparing you a warm smile and going out of his way to make light conversation when he bumped into you, though the two of you weren't exactly close, and it would be heartless to walk away from him when you had a perfectly good room that he could stay in for the night. It wasn't the best idea you had—most things involving unfamiliar men weren't—but it would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it?
It's exhausting, having to drag an inebriated Kaveh down the streets of Sumeru City, but after a couple of gentle attempts at introducing yourself and making your intentions known, Kaveh seems to sober up a little. He rubs at his eyes and mumbles something incoherent, still stumbling on his feet as he tries to walk, but him being able to support some of his own body weight is enough to make the journey noticeably less strenuous on you and your conscience.
You lose yourself in nervous chatter while guiding him down the stairs and past large gates. You tell him about mundane things regarding your job and stories from your time in the Akademiya, and updates on the project you've been working on; the one he took special care to ask about whenever he saw you. (Kaveh was always so thoughtful, remembering the littlest of details. The kind of person who'd wait for you in the mornings with the snacks that always sold out before you could make it after you had mentioned it to him once. The kind of person you couldn't leave in such a vulnerable state.) In response, Kaveh only hums and yawns, his head bumping into yours and his arm almost sliding off you. He must have had more to drink than you thought.
When you first saw him sitting out on his own, you wondered where his housemate was, and if you should try to contact him. But you figured Alhaitham had a strict routine he abided by and wouldn't like being bothered at such a time, and the two of them may have gotten into a fight; which was far from an uncommon situation. For a minute again you consider taking him to the scribe, but one thought of the indifferent—or perhaps more likely, irritated—look he might shoot you and you stick to getting home as soon as possible.
At your doorstep, you sit Kaveh down beside you with a quiet sigh of relief and search your pockets for your keys. His head lolls sideways against your legs, his unkempt hair brushing against the side of your calves. You'd think it was endearing if not for how awkward the position was. After a few moments of struggling, you push the door open and lean over to lift up the dozing man again. But when your hands go to pull his face away from your legs and lean him against the wall instead, Kaveh slowly blinks and looks at you with a dazed look in his eye.
It dawns on you then that your position—crouched over him with your hands on his cheeks—coupled with where you had taken him, would look extremely suspicious to someone just waking up from a drunken nap.
"It's not what it looks like!" You cry out, immediately letting go of him. His head flops against the wall and you wince.
Kaveh blinks again, unaffected by the sudden movement, and says your name with a slight frown.
"You were passed out outside and I thought you might need a place to stay," you splutter, "I really wasn't going to—to—do anything else!"
Kaveh groans instead, a hand over his eyes, "Can we...talk later?"
"Sure! I'll just help you to the spare room—if that's alright? I'll leave right after, I swear, and—"
He reaches out for your hand with his free one, and you scramble to carefully pull him up. With a little effort on your side, you manage to take him to his bed for the night, ignoring the growing discomfort of having his head buried into the side of your neck at an uncomfortable angle. It wasn't like he was aware of what he was doing, anyway.
You catch a sigh of gratitude when you slowly lower him onto the sheets and tug off his shoes, and it's enough to make you feel like bringing him here was ultimately the right thing to do, even if a little out of the ordinary.
The next morning, Kaveh apologises to you profusely over breakfast.
“I can’t believe you brought me all the way here. I’m really embarrassed—I’m usually not so careless when I go out,” Kaveh only pauses his rambling when you fill his plate again, sending you yet another bashful look before continuing to eat.
“I’m sure anyone would have tried to help if they were in my position."
“Thank you, really. I’m…glad someone cared that much.”
You take in his slumped shoulders and the relief in his eyes. His mouth is drawn into a straight line and you find yourself making an offer without thinking.
“Kaveh," you begin, "if you ever need someone to talk to, you could always come here. I’ll be happy to have you.”
His eyes widen, "I don't want to trouble you again."
"It's alright," foolishly, you don't let yourself think over it for a moment longer, "I don't mind helping out when I can."
You know it's mostly out of pity, far from a sincere offer, and clearly not a rational one. But Kaveh is nice, you reason with yourself, he's polite enough to never take you up on it. And even if he did, he'd be considerate enough to not stay too long. You were certain that you knew all there was to know about Kaveh from the cordial smiles and the tranquil mornings. Certain that you would not regret the offer.
You start seeing Kaveh more, after what feels like an abrupt shift—far more than you ever had in your years of staying here. At every opportunity, he would make sure to ask you about your day (listening, you note, with unnecessary eagerness and an onslaught of questions you pretended not to have time for), and offer to have a meal with you. Each time, you find another reason to decline him. You even struggle to find a polite reply to his increasingly intimate compliments; from commenting on your outfits, the clips in your hair, and the color of your eyeshadow to your smile and the sound of your laugh. You thank him, your voice hollow, while desperately wondering when he'd run out of things to say.
It's not that you don't like Kaveh; it was only that his newfound interest in you was starting to be distressing.
But it wasn't enough reason for you to be suspicious.
He shows up, a week or so later, a little less drunk but far more talkative, and your evening is spent learning all about the fight he had with Alhaitham. You don't tell him that you agree with his housemate (if only out of courtesy), but you can't hide your shock when he casually mentions his bankruptcy.
"It's not that bad," he rushes to assure you, "I'm working towards fixing things. It'll still be a while before I can move out, but things could be worse."
You accept his explanation, realizing that there was no point in admitting that you were now certain that Alhaitham was right to chide him about his spending habits. Instead, you offer to let him stay for the night to cool down before going back. He beams at you and thanks you profusely, and you decide against commenting on the overnight bag he brought with him.
You wake up the day after to find Kaveh preparing breakfast in your kitchen.
"It's the least I can do for you," he says, carefully bringing over two plates to the table. He blushes when you thank him, and when he places your mug next, you're surprised to find that he's made you your usual drink. You pretend it doesn't bother you that he already knows how much sugar and milk you prefer to have and match his smile with a weak one.
Questions can wait until after breakfast, you think. Or after he's out of your house. But while you're halfway done with your meal, Kaveh hasn't even had a bite of his. His eyes are glued to your face with an expectant look in them.
"...It's very good." you swallow what feels like sand and rubber in your mouth, "thank you."
Kaveh grins before finally starting to eat. Was it his eagerness to please that made it difficult for him to hold on to money, too?
He takes your plate before you can stand up and goes to wash them, ignoring your protests. You've never felt more like a guest in your own home, but Kaveh's humming under his breath while scrubbing at your plate, still donning your apron.
"It's the least I can do for you," he parrots.
He eventually leaves, dragging his feet out sometime before midday with a somber look back at you. You only hope your smile doesn't betray your relief as you wave him off, anticipating lounging around without another lingering presence.
Some mornings Kaveh walks with you, arm pressed too close to yours and eyes on you. He picks up on every flicker of interest, offers to buy you the small trinkets that you pause to run your fingers over, and folds into himself every time you turn him down. It's only pity that forces you to swallow down any signs of discomfort when he reaches out for your fingers moments later, but Kaveh is oblivious to it all. He brightens up and tells you instead about the details of his latest projects. You hum, hoping your stiff fingers send the message for you. It goes unheeded; Kaveh is observant, but only when he wants to be. He's good at ignoring signs, too, when they upset him.
When he has to leave for a long trip into the desert, he frowns and drags his feet throughout the entirety of the morning. He looks at you, catches the concern in your face, and immediately springs upon you an invitation.
"It'll just be us two for a whole month," he says, as though you should find the prospect enticing, "and you've never been, have you? You'd love it there."
The sweetness of his voice candies the nightmarish reality of such a trip. Honestly, you might have entertained the plan if he wasn't always giving you strange looks and standing too close. A whole month, alone in an unfamiliar place with Kaveh? Your fingers curl into themselves as you shake your head. You mechanically recite an excuse from the top of your mind, meshing together mentions of work and obligations. Kaveh tries again, to lure you in with promises of adventure and excitement, but you take a moment to think of spending hours cramped with him and sharing meals only with him, and your refusal is stauncher this time.
The distance and time spent so far apart, you hope, would make him realize how uncomfortable his constant proximity was.
A week into Kaveh's absence, you find that you've never felt so excited to step out in the mornings. The days feel lighter, the mandatory trips out less daunting, and talking to people comes with an ease you've missed. A letter—the first of many—arrives and lays unopened on your desk.
You've fallen back into your usual (pre-Kaveh) routine by the start of the second week, and everyone around picks up on and fusses over your brighter demeanor. Despite this, you still have to bite back the frustration at the lingering mentions of your friend Kaveh and his whereabouts.
Nearing the end of the third week, you meet someone you've only ever been able to catch a glimpse of from afar on your way back home. Alhaitham regards you with a glint of curiosity and his mouth set in a straight line. He's more captivating up close, you realize—something you hadn't thought was possible—almost like a doll with the unusual color of his eyes and his impassive expression.
"Kaveh mentions you a lot," he says, in lieu of a greeting, "but I suppose that should come of no surprise to you."
"He talks about you, too."
He raises an eyebrow, sleek and fluid, "I don't expect that he would find me as pretty or as charming as he makes you out to be."
Your smile falters, "I don't think—"
"I received a letter from him the other day, and he asked me to check up on you. I think you would know why that may be."
"I haven't had the time to respond to him," you attempt to explain, "it's not on purpose."
"It doesn't matter to me," Alhaitham replies, "and I won't be writing back to him either. I only thought you'd want to know of this," then, after a brief pause, "You're too kind to him."
His parting words, coupled with a polite smile, sound almost like a warning to you. As he seamlessly falls back into his usual route, you wonder if it would have been the right choice, after all, to simply send Kaveh back to his housemate that night. At least, you're certain the unhappy looks would have been far more welcome than this puzzling conversation.
And maybe you are too kind to him. Too tolerant of his many unannounced visits, too sympathetic to his drunken admissions. Too careful of his feelings and too accommodating of his proximity despite how it troubles you. Maybe you should tell him to go home the next time he shows up, bottles of wine in hand. Put your foot down, and make it clear that you'd like to be alone.
Maybe you will try.
Kaveh stands, shifting on his feet by your door a few days later; earlier than you had expected him. As you approach the door from behind him, you entertain the notion of running away, but he turns around almost immediately, as though sensing your presence.
He's flushed, wringing his hands together, "it's been some time, hasn't it?"
He smiles at you and it's deceivingly warm. Your own smile is plastered on.
"I hope your trip went well."
He shrugs, then hesitates for a moment, "I missed you. Did you get my letters?"
You nod. Kaveh's smile grows tight.
"I didn't get anything back, so I figured..."
You stare at the bag beside him, "there was nothing for me to say. Nothing new to tell you about."
Kaveh follows your gaze and goes to pick it up, "for you," he says, and your stomach drops.
"I thought we could have dinner together."
"I already had my dinner," you tell him, gentler than you had hoped to sound; as though coaxing a distressed animal, "I'm heading to bed now. You should go back too, Kaveh. You must be tired."
"I don't mind. I can even spend the night here."
No, you think.
"I don't know," you say instead, "I'm really tired."
He steps forward, "just for a while? I really missed you."
At your lack of a reaction, Kaveh tries again, with yet another step forward, "I don't really want to go back yet. Alhaitham...wasn't happy with me taking up this job. I wanted some time before—"
He cuts himself off and sighs.
"But you're right, I should be on my way." He sends one last glance to the paper bag leaning by the wall and then a sorrowful look at you, before going to leave. You're reminded of his efforts; of the money he shouldn't waste on you and the letters he carefully wrote out. The sky, cloudy and restless, was starting to grow dark.
One night shouldn't hurt too much. You could talk to him in the morning, when the both of you are well rested, and you're certain he'd understand then. Certain that he wouldn't see through you and shut you down before you could even start.
You never learn from your mistakes, do you?
all works © wishluc. do not copy, steal or repost my works on other platforms. (including translations)
#[If I may add on: I have so much admiration for Kaveh. Truly one of the best characters in Genshin]#[Did not plan to post this on Christmas...]#[Alhaitham feature because I am a simple girl with simple desires]#yandere x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact kaeya#kaveh#kaveh x reader#kaveh x you#yandere kaveh#yandere kaveh x you#yandere kaveh x reader#yandere genshin x you#yandere genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin x reader#yandere genshin#yandere genshin impact#yandere x you#cw yandere#cw manipulation#fem reader#requested work. 🌀#drabble request v01. 🌀#asa.writes 🌀#genshin. 🌀#kaveh. 🌀#anon mail. 🌀#mail. 🌀
308 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sometimes I just gotta shout out how much I love Artoria.
Saber Artoria and her beautiful tragedy; the woman who gave every last drop of her soul in the pursuit of her dreams, in the name of her people's happiness. The glorious once and future king who embodies what it means to be a Heroic Spirit better than anyone else.
Lancer Artoria and her lonely melancholy; the woman who abandoned her crown and became a goddess, still thinking of the people even though her feelings became distorted, who continued to be admired even despite her wrongs, who inspired a loyalty so fierce it saved her in the end.
Artoria Caster and her dazzling journey; the girl who had such simple wishes of happiness, who despised her destiny more than anything, but still powered through it. She went so far, overcame so many obstacles, all to sacrifice herself in the end. But her bravery shone brighter than any star in the sky, fleeting as it was.
Even Artoria Lily, though there isn't as much of her as the others; she still shows that deep, deep down, Artoria always had that beautiful heart of hers that inspires anyone who sees it. That no matter what path Artoria leads in life, she will forever remain a beacon of strength and hope for humanity.
Artoria Pendragon, I love you. You changed my life repeatedly.
#the standard the pioneer the trendsetter#truly what the expression “best girl” is meant to embody#i kinda want to cry right now#fate/stay night#fate/grand order#fsn#fgo#artoria pendragon#lancer artoria#lartoria#artoria caster#castoria
94 notes
·
View notes
Text
I loved today's episode but I wanna talk about something...
Did it feel like Nexus was projecting there near at the end?
Like all the stuff he said to Earth felt like stuff he must feel deep down. He says she's a puppet. (WRONG.)
He says people only brought her into their lives cause she was a simple puzzle piece, something nice and easy, someone who they could dump all their problems on...
SOUND FIMILAR????????
This is what Nexus feels like deep down. He feels like a puppet on a string and that people only took him in cause they needed something easy, someone to take the load of all the trauma.
He wants Earth to agree with him cause he NEEDS her to agree with him. He needs someone to tell him that he's right that Sun,Lunar,Monty,Solar,Moon, and the others are the villains, not him cause he can't handle the fact he is one. He needs someone to tell him he's not... but he is. He is the villain.
And he's still a puppet... just Dark Sun's now.
Nexus realizes that deep down, he's got nothing. He doesn't have Sun.
He doesn't have Solar.
He doesn't have Earth.
He doesn't have Lunar
He doesn't have Monty.
He doesn't have a daisy.
He has nothing.
He's got nobody.
Nexus needs someone to tell him he's in the right... but he's not, and no one will. You made your bed, Nexus... now lay in it.
Thank you for coming to my Tedtalk.
#sun and moon show#tsams#lunar and earth show#laes#laes earth#tsams nexus#tsams new moon#tsams new moon/nexus#tsams moon#nexus you're projecting#nexus is the villain#nexus you doomed yourself.#nexus has nobody#earth is best girl#kinda feel bad for Nexus... but I still wanna strangle him#Nexus-🎶Somebody save me. Me from myself🎶#sams nexus#earth don't listen to nexus#earth don't listen to nexus everyone truly loves you and wants you in their life not to dump all your trauma on but cause they love you.#character analysis#psychoanalysising
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
Me: I hate all superhero movies/shows that boil down to 'it's Superman but an Asshole' they al-
Megamind 2010: all?
Me: oh no not you, you're perfect.
#superman#clark kent#megamind#metroman#megamind 2010#comics#dc comics#`if i was superman id use my powers to enslave humanity' yeah but superman wouldn't YOU would because apparently you're a horrible person#metro man#roxanne ritchi#like metro man is superman if he was forced to be a hero from a young age and became dissolutioned with it#and megamind is Superman if he looked alien and didnt land in a nice place to grow up.#they both go through the motions of hero and villain because thats what's expected of them. in the end they realize thats not what they wan#metro man stepped down and megamind stepped into his shoes to defeat the villain (even if its of his own creation)#how did DreamWorks do this? eveyone does `Superman but.... wait for it! EVIL` but they did it so much better like neiter metroman or#megamind was really evil. megamind was a nusence at best. even durimg his dictator era the city was still ok. a fire truck in a wall and#spray paint. some thievery one guy got cubed. blew up the museum. etc but he could have done worse. he wasnt truly evil just mad scientist#the real evil was the 'nice guy' who got powers and automatically used them to to an actual dictator when the girl he liked rejected him
277 notes
·
View notes