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#good omens spoilers#gos2spoilers#good omens#good omens season 2#goodomensedit#aziraphale#crowley#og post#gifs#the thesis of this gifset is:#“aziraphale lies BADLY to crowley's FACE repeatedly for no reason and crowley ALWAYS takes him at his word#but crowley's the demon so he's the one who lies. apparently"#i just think its hilarious#and the fact that crowley doesn't notice aziraphale lying despite the fact he knows how he lies (see: Job) because “why would he lie to ME”#i don't think crowley thinks the inverse of aziraphale (“you're an angel. its not what you do”) because he KNOWS he lied to heaven#(again see:Job)#this took so fucking long i'd open photoshop and my computer would shit itself#even worse if i dare opened a longer video to make into several gifs#sacrificed my Firefox window to my computer like a newborn lamb so that photoshop may live but it barely even helped#apparently i do NOT have the needed ram for gifmaking#i mean i did do it. i completed it. but still#though it worked a bit better after i restarted my computer. so. maybe i should do that more frequently lmao#i tried to include “i'm a demon. i lied” but it just did not. fit. quite right
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i straight up do not believe that odysseus did everything he did to get back to penelope and telemakhos. or even that he did everything he could. wanting to return to them is not the whole story. i like the myth about odysseus pretending to be mad to get out of the war for lots of reasons, but one of them is because it's an attempt to escape the narrative, foiled by his love for his son, but also because there is contrast to what we know of him long after the narrative has sucked him back in. odysseus is no less kleospilled than anyone else! he fights for his pride; he makes mistakes; he gets worn down; he delays his homecoming, in ways that are and aren't his fault, all the time. he wants to go home. he doesn't just want to go home.
but he does try. by leaving ogygia he willingly goes back into the narrative one more time, and he never gives up until he finally returns. isn't that compelling enough? do we have to sand it down?
#this is a slightly worse version of a post i've already made. sorry#'everything i did was to come home to you' he would not fucking say that. unless he were lying i guess.#and that would be a very obvious (and boring!) lie. i think penelope would see through it. so why bother?#anna.txt#a tag for bitching
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Gavin's gesturing to his desk.
#detroit become human#rk900#gavin reed#imagine wanting to watch a temper tantrum and somehow getting labeled accomplice#smh my head nines buddy you gotta expect this#also gavins expression in the what the fuck panel was really fun to draw#also this is loosely an incorrect quote from a generator and loosely based on work#where a coworker was like youve been absent whats up get arrested ? what happened?#and im like i havent been arrested yet but its a possibility in the future#and he told me that hed miss me if i got arrested but also itd be really funny to hear i was arrested#then he said someone else (a specific guy) would laugh if he heard i was arrested (this is a lie imo i dont think he would laugh)#so today i asked a DIFFERENT coworker hey would you laugh if i got arrested? and he was So Confused and said no?#and then i was like glad youre on my side and as i passed the og arrest conversation worker i was like#fuck you (name) - at least (same name different guy) wouldnt laugh at me for going to prison so hes better#and the guy was like hey thats not fair cause in my case it depends entirely on WHY and ya know what thats fair#anyway i need an accomplice but i dont wanna be involved with anyone so like im fucked#ill give gavin an accomplice as a treat even if the accomplice didnt offer to help#im very sorry for the story in the tags not relating to the art its p much just what you see is what you get today#im too tired for much else
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Jonah Magnus' name is a personal tragedy for me because I used to go by Jonah online before I got into tma and now I can't do it bcs it looks like I've named myself after him and I cannot convince people otherwise. Like no ❤️ . I'm Jonah because of the biblical Jonah. He's so fucking funny. Relatable icon. I could yap about him forever.

*experiences minor inconvenience* I should kill myself
#the almighty god calls upon you and you're like “nuh uh i no no wanna” and you flee on a ship#you give a town the prophesy that God will fucking smite them. they change their ways and God spares them. one would think this is a success#not to Jonah#Jonah goes “bitch that's why I didn't wanna go in the first place. you didn't even smite them wtf. bullshitting me.”#i really lie interpretating bible stuff but Jonah is so funny when taken literally#he's just like me for real#tma#the magnus archives#jonah magnus#the bible#lmao#bibleee
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renewed
summary: many things have changed in aether's life since he met you...
word count: 2.7k
-> warnings: n/a
-> gn reader (you/yours) + aether as traveller!
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk
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aether isn’t quite human. at least not entirely, not anymore.
it could be argued that even prior to coming to teyvat, he and his sister weren’t entirely human. they were nearly always stronger than the native life wherever they traveled, never lingering long enough for an accurate portrait to be drawn. between their glittering wings and the razor sharp swords at their hips, it could be easily argued that from the perspective of the people they visited they could be called angels.
a few wrote legends about them. the gilded warriors with shimmering swords that blinded as they slashed, so in step with each other that it was as if they were one being. the saviors, the adventurers, the peaceful giants, twin faces atop four wings apiece. lumine always managed to sneak away a copy of these legends, and they privately laughed over the artwork at their camp that night.
“we don’t look that intimidating, do we?”
“i’m fairly certain-… hang on, is that a tail?”
“that’s supposed to my hair, i think.”
“no no, look. it connects lower, here.”
“…by the stars-”
they didn’t see themselves that way, though. they were simply twins, defined by the other in every sense. never apart for long, always stood side by side, trading swords before a dangerous fight as a promise to return them.
‘draw me with courage.’
‘wield me with valor.’
lumine and aether and aether and lumine. they never fussed about the order, so long as they were together. call them whatever you’d like, insults or praise or a simple, tired request to leave, as long as it was both of them. they were all they had left. the other half of their life. to try and pry apart the seam would only result in bleeding hearts, limbs tangling together to at least die by the other’s side. even ‘twin’ was too simple a word to fit the entirety of their lives into. ‘twin’ implied a degree of separation, an impossible gap between them where wind would blow and the world would dig into, pushing them away like waves in a boat’s wake. ‘twin’ was too shallow a word, to bitter, too small to encompass everything they felt.
such fervent devotion could never be considered ‘human,’ for no human would ever live long enough to know the fear that came with knowing everything that swelled would eventually fall. no human would clutch so desperately to the twin pillars in their life—would ever consider basing their world upon two things. they’d call it foolish, even, for what would you do if one collapsed?
aether never liked that question. he didn’t like it when he and lumine first heard it, he didn’t like it when he and lumine heard it a second time, he didn’t like it anytime he and lumine heard it after that. he didn’t like it now, her sword slipping from his hands as he reached, his fingers barely brushing hers.
the unknown god laughed, and he barely had time to feel rage before the world closed in on him and his memory faded away.
aether and lumine. lumine and aether. she was always insistent upon his safety, but just this once he wished she wasn’t. living in whatever stasis she was in within that cube would certainly hurt less than this, bile rising in his throat at his failure.
somewhere in his mind, he knew that it logically wasn’t his fault. he remembered the layer of warmth that had surrounded him mid-battle, saw the reflection of understanding in lumine’s eyes. it wasn’t technically his fault, he didn’t ask to be saved, ignoring that it was his own actions that led to his god’s blessing. perhaps if he wasn’t so strict about the time of his prayer he wouldn’t have to be alone on this beach, though there was no way to find out. the sand stretched on either side, and though it wasn’t infinite, he had not left the immediate area around where he’d first woken up. to move was to move on, to leave, to accept that his world had shattered into a thousand little fragments and to give up on picking them off the floor. he couldn’t leave. to leave was to surrender to this new fate. to leave was to forget about his sister, to forget about his self, to forget about the half of his life he never imagined he could lose.
family and faith. to lose his gods favor was a threat he could live with, as there would only be himself to blame. but his sister?
if he hadn’t fished up paimon, he’s not certain he would have eaten the fish that came up instead.
she was bright, bubbly, at least after coughing up an impossible amount of seawater. she thanked him profusely while wringing out her hair, insisting on helping him in return because “it’s only fair!” as if he wasn’t three times her weight (save her magic) and and ten times as strong.
and he let her. he’s not sure why, but he did. he watched her fumble to catch crabs, ending up covered in sand, and managed a weak smile. it was for her, he told himself, spearing three with a sword that wasn’t his, helping her arrange driftwood into a measly campfire. he hardly felt hungry despite being on the beach for what had to be a few months in local time, but she was so insistent that he have some.. it was for her benefit. he just had to get her somewhere safe, then… then…
“so, where are you from?”
aether looked up from his barely-touched meal, meeting her eyes. they were so wide and earnest, too trusting for someone that just met him.
not that he had any ill intentions. no, lumine would always joke that the day he was willingly rude to another would be the day the sky turned red—something that had been the case on one of the planets they’d visited, much to her delight.
aether turned back to the fire, pushing aside the memory. “another planet.” his voice was hoarse and his throat scratched with salt from attempting to drink the seawater earlier, which was not as potable as he’d hoped. “i flew here with my sister.”
“you have a sister?” paimon looked around, though they both knew she wouldn’t find anything. “where is she?”
aether swallowed salt and bile, taking another bite of his crab just to stall. “how about we talk in the morning?”
she let the topic drop.
he didn’t sleep that night, lending her his scarf as a pillow and keeping watch. she didn’t wake when the moon erased the shadows in the sand, or when the sun first crested the sea, or when the sky fully lightened to a pale blue, birdsong filling the air. one of the remnants from the fire found its way into his hand, reaching out to gently shake her awake. her eyes were heavy and she covered her mouth as she yawned, aether looking away before his own could water.
he drew nothing in the sand as she asked her questions—who are you, where’d you come from, who are you missing, what happened to her, why didn’t you do anything?—sketching out mountains and seas he wiped away as soon as they took form. he spoke for much longer than he meant to, his words pulled out as if they were tied to some invisible string.
when was the last time he was alone for this long?
paimon listened intently, brows drawn and frowning deeply, watching as he carved twin—twin, separated by time and space—stars into the sand. “so… what you’re trying to say is that you fell here… from another world? but when you wanted to leave, to go on to the next world, your path was blocked by some unknown god?”
wow, he wanted to snark, i didn’t know there was an echo out here! but the chance never came. magic gripped him by the throat and his eyes went wide in panic, his mouth shaping words he didn’t choose to say by force. he didn’t want to say what someone else told him to. he didn’t know what was going on. he was being pulled at some ghost’s whims, walking stiffly across the sand. it did not skid from beneath his feet, nor pull his balance one way or another. it was solid as stone, leading him up the beach without warning, without knowledge of why or when it would stop.
when was the last time he was this helpless?
(lumine.)
he stumbled across the shore on uncoordinated limbs, fighting fruitlessly. ahead, slime bubbled up from where the sand met the sea, but the ghost did not stop. mist coagulated into a pale blue blob with hazy spots for eyes, and only then was he allowed to stop. paimon yelped and ducked behind him, a familiar weight sinking into his hand. the slime had barely the chance to turn and see him, jerking up as if surprised, when his arm slashed forward.
a sword. not his sword, not lumine’s sword, but a sword, pulled from nowhere, the dull blade hacking at the blob of its own will until the sludge dispersed and sunk back into the sand. a soft mist lingered above the sand, but he was pulled forward without care or remorse. he didn’t even know if it would have hurt him.
weight hit him between the shoulders, cold spreading over his skin and absorbing into his skin. energy buzzed beside his ear, his earring humming with neither outlet nor conduit. were he anyone else, he would have been afraid, but he recognized the buzz. all at once, he understood. all at once, the weak puppetry was vindicated, his muscles relaxing and letting it happen. your energy sank into him, and he let himself stop worrying.
if you were here, he’d be okay. if you were here, you could fix this.
if you were here, he could find his sister, and everything would be okay again.
aether was not human. not entirely, not anymore, and he knew the people of mondstat could tell. you had stayed to guide his body for a week, alternating between helping the knights with dvalin and exploring the plains of mondstat. he was weak and your grip was frail, his attacks uncoordinated and clumsy, but you were there. you understood. the cavalry captain gave him a long stare as they exited his domain, a mix of curiosity and disbelief swirling in his one eye.
when you finally left, you did so in the middle of mondstat square. a physical weight lifted from his shoulders, the anemo he’d absorbed turning from calm and controlled to pushing at the edges of his form, trying to make him give. the anemo archon approached, soothing the wind with a wave of his hand, pulling him along for a drink and a chat. his knees did not want to bend without your command, his mind fraying a bit from continued exposure.
“how interesting, that you’re still standing after a week without rest,” the bartender remarked, the glass in his hands obviously an excuse to keep them above the bar. “what’s your name, outlander?”
he did not think of his own name. no, when he went to answer, he thought of the name you had given him, the one you whispered as you sheltered him from the unknown god’s wrath. it was not his, but it was yours, and wasn’t that what he was asking for?
it took too long for him to answer. red eyes narrowed but eventually chalked it up to exhaustion, giving him directions he couldn’t hear. the captain led him to a room in the back, but he didn’t sleep that night, sitting at the window and searching for the thin sliver of stars.
he didn’t need to eat anymore. he could, certainly, and it tasted fine enough, but he didn’t exactly need to. he’d thought it odd, at first, that barbatos was healed strictly by the wind, but he understood now. he spent his free time sitting under vanessa’s tree, half-asleep as he waited for your return.
you were his source of energy, of will. you knew answers to problems he’d have given up on, and if you didn’t then you tried and tried and tried again until you got it right. you were the power that purified dvalin’s tears, you swept the wind to fix the holy lyre, you cleared the seals around decarabian’s tower. he was a medium, and he was happy with that. your presence waxed and waned, the lapses without you seeming to pass by in a blink.
a few of the knights worried for him, but he knew your vessels understood. none held as much of your power as him, none were as reliant on you, but they understood. they excused his oddities with a kind smile, paimon always at his side to make sure he didn’t waste away the day simply sitting in one spot. prior to coming to teyvat, the concept of elemental sight was something he was only vaguely familiar with. a few planets had some talented witches that could feel the flow of energy through the ground and grass, who could watch the mist in the air and predict the weather. he’d never experienced it himself before. now, the world lit up as his eyes took on a teal sheen, your power mixing with the anemo within him to grant him insight. the world was so vibrant, even the most mundane sights capturing his attention. how could he not stare? if he had it his way he’d always view your creations like this.. but whenever paimon snapped him out of it he’d come out of it with a headache, not to mention his staring tended to be off-putting to those around.
a lot of his new behaviors were. when within your control, he moved stiffly, with repetitive motions forecast well in advance. you chose what he said, when and how he moved, you controlled the very flow of elements through his body. it was harder and harder to think for himself without you there and though paimon handled most of the conversation, there was only so much she could say.
“who are you looking for?” lumine. his sister. himself. the knowledge was there but his throat was closed, unwilling to move without your order.
“thank you for your help.” you’re welcome. don’t worry about it. it was nothing. all he could manage was a stiff nod, eyes flicking to the sky, counting the days until your return. he’d gotten a good grasp of your routine by now.
“who are you?” yours. a traveller. lumine’s. he could not blame those they ran across for their suspicion, even though he wanted to. could they not feel the remains of your presence lingering around him?
they had to go to the rite of decension soon. liyue was holding off, though, waiting for your arrival. they’d never dare to make you miss it, so aether felt no hurry to leave. he laid in the middle of windrise, staring up at the stars. he used to sit atop the knights’ headquarters, but it took too long for the lights of the city to turn out and he liked picking out the various constellations.
his was up there, somewhere. he didn’t have a vision like your other vessels, but he could feel it. it was written right beside your decision to save him and not lumine, alongside your actions in mondstat and everything you’d do in liyue. fate, you’d called it, well-acquainted and intertwined.
aether fell asleep on wet grass among cold wind. he did not get sick, nor was he attacked or otherwise hurt. why would he have been, anyway? your blood was in his veins; he had nothing at all to fear.
#yet another borderline character study.. aether my babygirl though <3#genshin#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin impact#self aware genshin#genshin aether#aether genshin impact#sagau aether#genshin traveler#uhhh sure ill#aether x reader#aether#genshin impact sagau#aether fluff#sagau genshin#why are there 6000 sagau tags bro#codependent aether and lumine is something i fall for every time#chat you would not believe the fucking grip the fatui have on me AGAIN#99/100 next post is fatuiposting#shout out to tumblr for not posting what i saved. yeah that’s good (lie)
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u know what though... i don't think this facepalming is for the witnesses in the room, but i also don't think it's an "oh no, thor's so stupid" facepalm, i think it's a "why the fuck did i do that?" one. i don't think loki especially wants to invade jotunheim, he just thought it'd be a laugh to get thor to do it, but then oh shit thor is actually going to do that so now he needs to sabotage it somehow (telling the guard) but also:
"shit, i've fucked this up, haven't i?" it seemed like such a good idea two minutes ago. couldn't help himself. wouldn't it be funny if? but now they have to go to fucking jotunheim and he could so easily have just not done that. oops! facepalm time!
#thor (2011)#whoever called this movie the story of an accidental coup is right.#but it's not that loki's entirely innocent it's just that he hasn't planned ahead. each initial fucked up thing was unconnected#and he just took advantage in the moment to do what he thought would stir the most shit.#let frost giants in because that would be a laugh. now you can get thor to make a stupid decision! do that too!#now dad's in a coma and you can just tell bro he can't ever come home because he killed dad and mum hates him! LOL!#now you're regent and you could be normal about it... OR you could deliberately provoke people you don't like#which makes them stage a counter-accidental-coup oops!#each step is unplanned and *could not* have been planned ahead of time he's just fucking with people repeatedly for shits and giggles#because loki appears to assume odin will wake up and there's no way thor will be stuck on earth forever once that happens#so it can't be something he thinks is going to stick. he's not *actually* able to exile thor forever on his own authority.#but IN THE MOMENT it was funny to fuck with him :)#and to just straight up fucking lie to him :)#and to pretend he's lost the throne to you :)#because loki does not consider the consequences of his actions even though on the evidence of this film it doesn't work out well for him.#therefore this is the facepalm of 'why did i do this to myself?'#fandom thinks loki's a good king due to Being Smart which a) nice obvious classism you have there but also b) he's also dumb as rocks.#he is capable of smart but he can and will fuck things up anyway because he is less capable of being sensible.#so while thor is indeed impulsive i think loki was equally impulsive in his own desire to use thor's impulsiveness against him.#because it'd be funny! right up until the moment it turns out thor really is going to do the thing you just convinced him to do D:#oops lol what am i like!#there'd be an instagram selfie oh him doing a thumbs up gesture captioned 'just told thor he can't come home LOL!'#'me on the throne ha ha bet none of you saw that coming! ps dad is in a coma pls send your thoughts and prayers 🙏 mum is sad :('#'turn your tv on guys i'm invading migard lmao'#'that's me on the news!!!! thor's here too wasn't expecting that might stab him when we meet up lol i love him he's my fave avenger💚'#anyway that's why loki is my problematic fave in this movie
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jfc, man, stand up
#'and i would very much like to know why...' we fucking get it youre into him.can we move on please#langworth#shi long lang#miles edgeworth#'if only i knew where to find him' youve known him for two weeks get a grip#in his defence lang started this conversation by saying something like 'wasnt expecting to see you here. must be my lucky day'#and i wont lie it got to me too but stand up!!!!!!!!#freya talks aai2
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anyway to end the series on ganondorf tp's writing, my take (which isn't canon but arguable as a valid "death of the author" read imo) is that he is at his most iredeemable AND that's because he has zero things left to lose and no community left and his goal doesn't even make sense anymore he is parasitic and a ghost and pathologically obsessed by his own godlike legitimacy because that is the only thing he still has and it has prolonged his life in a horrible diminished state in a nightmare dimension so SURELY it must mean something right right RIGHT
#thoughts#twilight princess#tp#tp ganondorf#ganondorf#sorry I am quite frustrated by the Discourse#there is a middle ground between evil bad evil bad and uwu baby!!!!!!! and it's the most interesting reading!!!! aaaaaa#even him not mentioning the gerudos being immediately taken as him not caring about them is veeeery frustrating to me#like#imo the three arguable arguments about what happened to the gerudos are#1) they left hyrule because fuck that shit (real and valid) and he would have felt betrayed#2) they collaborated with hyrule to subdue him (??? that seems weird to me but sure why not) and he would have felt BETRAYED#3) they were genocided because they stood by him#and of course we could assume he doesn't care (even if he drapes his execution sword in gerudo patternings which)#(not gonna lie is probably artists not really paying attention to motives but it's still interesting and noticeable)#but wouldn't that be like. deeply traumatic either way.#would you talk about your people to the enemies you hate. would you remind them of what they took from you#in ww they are children and he is old and had time to reflect#in tp he suffered nonstop and then rejected all connection and all community and is feverishly obsessed by what almost was#and they are not children there is no generational thing happening they are all royalties (and link!!! hi link!!) the beef is genuine#and EVEN IF he doesn't care that would at least be a massive wound to his ego#he had an ego collapse followed by a massive ego surge that's literally his canon character arc#so of course he would be weird about the gerudos!! how could he not be weird about the gerudos!!#again we are always assuming lack of interiority by default for ganondorf and that annoys meeeeeee#especially when there could be unbelievably interesting and tragic interpretations from what we get
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oopsie-doopsie looks like someone might’ve realized he did a fucky-wucky!
#WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS#JAMES??? JAMES.#THIS IS NOT HOW YOU FUCKING SAVE YOUR YOUTUBE CAREER#ONE THING IS A COINCIDENCE BUT TWO? DUDE.#MY GOD DUDE#james somerton#for the record: bbg isn’t a drama youtuber. never has been. he’s actually a book channel. WHO IS ONE OF THE PEOPLE JAMES DIRECTLY STOLE FRO#i don’t think he would have anything to gain to lie about this#if this ends up where is a lie tho i’ll make note of it asap#update update: yeah it’s over lol
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Listen, I think I have a fever and I feel terrible, so what if.
Levi x Moblit
But like, Levi has feelings for Erwin, and Moblit has feelings for Hange, but they both know they won't be loved by them in the way they want to be, so they keep it to themselves. But SOMEHOW (maybe during their time at the bar, when tipsy Moblit gets too talkative) they find out about their unrequited loves and how much it hurts them to be around the person they love but can't hug them, touch them, tell them they love them, and... I don't know, after a while their sad confessions turn into something more physical, but it's a substitute. Not in a, y'know, sexual way, just… closeness. Closeness, touch, words, time spent together, during which they close their eyes and think about someone else. It's quiet and shy, immersing oneself in fantasy with every tender gesture and word. It's comforting to have someone who understands and to allow someone to be understood in this difficult situation. It feels good to be able to pretend that you are the only one for someone so dear to you. But both of them know deep down that it's not right.
And maybe, at the end of the day, they'll end it without regret, not bringing it up again, just sweet memories of pretend affection.
Or maybe, at some point, Levi will discover that his thoughts don't wander to Erwin when Moblit embraces him, and Moblit will discover that Levi's closeness doesn't make him think of Hange.
Maybe, at some point, they'll realize that they're thinking about each other, not about the people they love who will never be theirs. Something is changing, something is growing. It's a little different and uncertain. It's still quiet and shy.
But now it's also genuine.
#Hange storms into the room where they are cuddling on the bed: “Are you guys fucking???”#Erwin peeking over Hange's shoulder: “I fully accept and support your homosexual relationship.”#So basically#I was lying on my bed with a hot water bottle pressed against my chest (nasty cough ouchie :C) and cuddled up to my beloved plushie sheep#my mind wandering#and I thought to myself:#“There's no way any of the veterans of the Survey Corps would lie cuddling like that haha...#...unless?”#And I imagined Levi and Moblit lying on the bed cuddling like that#(fully clothed lmao)#with hesitation but also tenderness on their faces#And I'm like to myself “Nice but why?”#I started thinking about it. I fell asleep. I woke up#And here we are on Tumblr where you're reading my feverish thoughts about gay people#Cheers#levi x moblit#levi ackerman#levi aot#moblit berner#moblit aot#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#snk#sickposting
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His only deanfense
#gotta be one of my fav episodes I won't lie#why would I lie. I'm right#epidemiology is my all time fave and like ten other eps all fight for my top spots#community#nbc community#community nbc#dean pelton#craig pelton#community textposts#community memes#b4 anyone says like um great episode if it weren't for the jeffannie#i don't think I'm as against jeffannie as most of u guys. NO WAIT HEAR ME OUT. i absolutely do not think they should be together#i think annie is a lesbian and jeff is aro#but i don't hate that it happened in the show like most of the fandom does. i think in a way it made sense for their characters#because if you look at it through the lens of comphet on both their parts. it's still a shitty fucked up thing. but it's one that makessense#i don't think they're meant to be together. i think they're NEVER meant to be together#i think they're two people who only want the fantasy of each other#because it makes them feel like they're performing a version of themselves that the world expects of them#anyways. this post wasn't even about jeff or annie#i deangress#!
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Rät by Penelope Scott is so Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne
#my dc posting#dc#jason todd#bruce wayne#batman#red hood#'and the worst part is i loved you i loved you i loved you its true. i wanted to be you and do what you do'#'i feel so stupid and so used! i feel so used.'#'i bit the apple cus i loved you and why would you lie. and then i realized youre just as naive as i am'#'oh youre so traumatized! it makes me wanna cry.'#'so fuck your tunnels fuck your cars fuck your rockets fuck your cars again'#(hits different w the batmobile tires)#honestly everything abt the song#you taught me everything just like a daddy should. in the name of public good. i wouldve taken your last name.#AAA i go insane every time i connect the dots abt a song
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Brother saw my outfit for today and said Is That Sebastian Shaw chat should i kill myself now or wait until im with family
#snap chats#‘its still a nice outfit !’ i do not care brother. i will bash you with a ROCK#WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT WHY DOES HE HATE ME. ITS NOT EVEN THAT SERIOUS#visualize with me chat ok so i have this like. white long-sleeved high-collar shirt#its frilly at the collar and cuffs and theres this neat lace at the top alright Very Cutesy#but i have a black cropped vest covering most of the detail … oops …#and on top of that like. One Big fuck-off cross necklace and then a smaller cross necklace with black and silver beads#and then i just have like. some elastic belt with an ornate buckle thats lowkey remding me of cemetary gates …#esp cause you have to like. clasp them together Its Symmetrical Like That#and then just a big fuck-off long coat and i aint gonna lie i did realize i was exuding Pride And Prejudice BUT SEBASTIAN SHAW IS CRAZY#accessories no one gaf about is a belt chain and this cute cross poison ring and like My Dangling Spider Earring#because if im painting a picture im painting the whole thing ok i refuse to post pictures cause that makes life too simple !!!!!!#yk what non youre right you can fight my brother that was RUDE#anywyas i have to go get milk for my ma. dressed as sebastian shaw 😔
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Bob Mortimer’s appearances on Would I Lie To You, are literally the only thing that give me national pride
#national pride#patriotism#i know others relate#would i lie to you#bob mortimer#bbc would i lie to you#wilty#lee mack#david mitchell#rob brydon#victoria coren mitchell#why’s it always so funny#i wish i lived bob mortimers life#bbc comedy#british comedy#britcom#british panel show#panel show#also#you should google bob mortimer 1996 brits#i’m obsessed with everything about him#obsession#if you know you know#uk patriotism#anyway#in general#fuck the uk#🫶🏻
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am i rlly going to write a death note literary analysis when i could be doing other things
about the discourse going on in the tag abt "death note is acab and thats why the characters couldnt better the world with the note (/written in somewhat jokey matter)" vs "death note is trying to say we all have potential for evil, especially if you get a chance to insta-hurt ppl without repercussions, and it doesnt matter if youre a cop or not", i personally feel like it ignores the things that i like abt death note, which is "both of these things are true", and simultaneously "both of these things do not matter". the first part of this is dedicated to the first point, the latter to the last.
first point. i think its an important part of the message and themes (unintentional or not, and i lean on the former because... come on, can you really say the author intended you to not think of the cops as good people, at least compared to light and l) that light is a cops son, and that almost everyone who gets the death note is cop adjacent/thinks like a cop and is already corrupt/powerful when they get it (mello raised to think hed be just like l, yotsuba group is self explanatory; you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me teru "churchill" mikami, who was hand selected by light out of a bunch of rabid kira supporters, is a normal citizen). i appreciated the cop post bc its rlly important to not gloss over that aspect.
all of this would be an argument for "only someone like them would do something like this, and i am not like them, so im above them and immune to thinking about what id do with it", but... misa is the MOST important outlier in all of this bc her murders are solely selfish in nature and shes not doing any of this for "the greater good"!!! her nature of being an exception and still a very very bad person is really really important...
or it would be if death note gave a shit about her character at all!!! im not talking about her tragic side, im talking about exploring the ramifications of her killing people the way lights murders are (somewhat) explored. that would strengthen the message greatly! but shes dismissed and that weakens it overall. firstly, she's dismissed by the characters when l only sees her as a way to get to kira and basically shelves her the rest of the time. secondly, shes dismissed by the narrative when her character is gradually ground down to a stump and (not to sound perilously close to the bad takes ppl meme about) she never faces repercussions for her actions. every other character using the death note is treated relatively seriously, but misa just dies bc her love is dead. im not saying this isnt a... fitting punishment or that it isnt in character, but it doesnt fit snugly into the theme other people are talking about of "you reap what you sow" at all.
we do have something of an equivalent to misa's grayscale motives. surprise surprise, its light yagami. first is light's characterization in the musical (i will also note that misa never kills anyone in the musical). light's thinking is coplike, yes — he literally starts his first song by talking about "throw[ing] away the key" — but also, oddly enough, could be read as progressive and therefore sympathetic to tumblr ("let the corporations make the regulations / and hold no one accountable when everything gets wrong / let the rich and famous get away with murder / every time a high-priced mouthpiece starts to talk, his client gets to walk"). compare to the anime and manga, where his bigotry and pride and disgust come from a place of lukewarm dissatisfaction and boredom. the musical has much less time to play around with lights character, so it gives the audience something to immediately hook on. more on how that actually plays out later.
in the animanga, none of this is justified from the start. animanga light could say he was just killing people to make humanity way, way worse, and that wouldnt matter, because at the root of it, it was always his boredom that made him pick up the note. of course he actually believes in justice and believes hes doing the right thing (no, he believes he's doing the wrong thing, for the sake of the world... the right thing, because he is god...), but it was boredom at the start. all animanga light says about justice and righteousness and the law is a front in the end, bc he is exactly like l and misa — amoral. selfish. searching for entertainment. hedonistic. we know this. he kills naomi misora*. he kills lind l. turner. everything hes saying deserves to be dismissed from the beginning.
"but doesnt that mean you agree with the discourse post you wrote this post to argue against?" like i said, i agree with both of them! but i... still think its not right to reduce death note to the message of "the power to kill people is bad". because that is not exactly what the story is saying, even though that's literally its whole plot and therefore reaching that conclusion is self explanatory (lmao). let's look at the concept of mu. nothingness. "there's no heaven or hell". The Real Slay The Princess (Death Note Essay) Starts Here.
in light's final moments in the death note manga, while screaming about not wanting to die, he remembers that the first day they met, ryuk told light that "there's no heaven or hell. no matter what they do in life, all people go to the same place. all humans are equal in death". it is retroactively revealed that light knew this the whole time, operated under this knowledge for all the years we watched him — the knowledge that nothing he does is actually bad, that nothing any human does is actually bad, that shinigami are not "evil", that the universe does not care. that no one cares except humans. this oblivion absolutely terrifies him more than anything anyone could ever do to him. its what he thinks of before anything else as he flails there, screaming, dying. one could say everything he does after that day is him trying to escape that fact, or wrest control over it. but it doesnt work.
here are the lyrics of requiem, the musical's final song, sung over the bodies of l and musical light, a light who was at least somewhat good-intentioned at first: "sleep now, here among your choices / then fade away / hear how the world rejoices / shades of gray / gone who was right or wrong / who was weak or strong / nothing left to learn". this is the final message the death note musical and the manga chose to leave us with. there is no judgement. even after all that acknowledged hurt, after all the damage done, there is no judgement.
in the manga and anime alike, the world is just as fucked when light picks up the death note as when he dies. sure, we as readers can guess otherwise logically (and be optimistic, believing the world was never fucked regardless), but that's not what death note wants you to think. it ends with matsuda and another member of the task force noting how the world is worse again even though they killed kira (matsuda is clearly much worse for wear, but still determined), we see the shitty motorcycle band again, it ends with misa and a whole kira cult on a mountain even though kira died a long time ago...
its extremely important that light is never killed by any human or any aspect of the law. he is always killed by ryuk: a chaotic force completely detached from human sensibilities, one that does not care about good and evil. same with l; in the anime, manga, and musical, he is always killed by rems senseless, morally gray love (and you could argue in the kdrama that hes killed by love there too lol). justice is just a set dressing.
this is not just because death note is a tragedy, because good and evil can still matter in a tragedy. the theme of "nothingness" and "good and evil doesnt matter here" is also shown in a situation relatively unrelated to light winning or losing, or being good or bad. and its in fucking lawlight of all things. we all know ls not a good person. we know lights not a good person. this is tip of the iceberg death note knowledge. but the moment they start to interact, none of that starts to matter. textually, their relationship becomes more important than the people theyve killed and hurt. and the thing is? the thing is? THAT WORKS STORY-WISE. THAT'S ENTERTAINING. AND IT'S NEVER TEXTUALLY CALLED OUT IN A LASTING WAY. l and lights relationship, no matter how much i meme it, is genuinely important to the themes and "mu" because it makes it clear that despite all the pretensions, despite everything, this was never about good and evil. and it still works in the story. this is why death note is simultaneously a comedy — isn't the battle of good and evil supposed to matter more? well, fine, i'll keep watching this anyway. that suspension of disbelief comes crashing down the moment l dies, though, and a relationship built on nothingness (the "mu" sort, meaninglessness, not "character development" nothingness, theres plenty of character development) gives way to just nothingness (again, "mu", not light's post-l depression nothingness), forever.
(an aside: there is no one to root for in death note, and the only things to root for are either interesting character relationships, convoluted plots, or complete and total destruction: for everything to end so no more damage is done.)
not to say that death note does not encourage its readers to consider what damage they might do with the death note (obviously.), or that its characters never do. look at matsuda, a much easier heroic figure to latch on to than soichiro because of his unique place in the cast dynamic and because he's willing to consider both sides of the situation and kill light instantly for all he's done. its just that the story's own stance on the subject is... complicated by the existence of shinigami worldviews and by its own insistence that the world cannot change for the better.
also, this is not to say that this is executed well by the death note manga at all. it is a very strong tool, artistically, to establish and then violently remove any emotional connections between characters and make your story only about the exceedingly convoluted lengths characters go to to survive and catch each other so the reader can realize how ultimately pointless all of this is, but like... is that a good story choice if that's all you do? i would say not really. add in a good dollop of misogyny that destroys the second-to-last character who might actually be an interesting contrast to the rest of the cast's dull one-track focus on winning and justice, and youve got yourself a shitty story that... honestly still achieves what it went out to do, just not in a way id ever want to replicate.
anyway, back to the parts death note's actually trying to say. no matter what any human does in their life, no matter how they try to hurt or help the world, they all die in the end. hey, light, they all die in the end. once dead, they can never come back to life. and the seasons turn. and the world rejoices. and you say "goodbye"...
that's all.
no analysis of death notes overarching theme would be complete without nears final monologue, the definitive roast of light, the "you're just a murderer" speech: "what is right from wrong? what is good from evil? nobody can truly distinguish between them. even if there is a god." if we take this as talking about the actual god in the room (ryuk) as well as light, then near admits that humans will never be able to withstand these overwhelming forces and that, using justice and happiness and selfishness, they are just scrabbling to find meaning in things they ultimately have no control over.
but of course, near does not stop there. "[...] even then i'd stop and think for myself. i'd decide for myself whether his teachings are right and wrong." nears alright with not having control over everything, because near can still control nears own actions. these forces can and do exist, but they have no sway over nears own humanity — unlike light, who caved.
one of the creators of death note said they believe its message is "life is short, so everyone should do their best". the first time i learned this, i was like, thats... nice and optimistic, but an awful reading of the story! "life is short, so everyone should be desperate and striving like light yagami", who literally cut off other ppls lives for his own life? what character in death note are we supposed to strive towards when we "do our best"? they all do awful things with their lives! honestly, maybe they shouldnt have tried their best, if this is what their best is!
but with the view of "mu"... it makes a bit more sense. just a little. maybe.
there is no good and evil. there is only what humans think, and no matter what we do, we all die in the end. it is easy to be crushed and terrified by this in the same way light is, but what is more important than justice and righteousness and finding meaning is... doing your best. not being a person that hurts others too much. not letting yourself get swallowed up by an ideal. not going too far. and simultaneously, trusting yourself.
it leaves a few questions, though... was the currently dead l even a little bit right about his blatantly amoral approach, then? was there a point to this pain, and me slogging through this dumbass manga, and all the people that have lost their lives to a selfish teenage cop's son and the whims of everyone chasing after him? was there a point to any of this...?
the manga** never answers this. it stays clinically impartial until the very end. the musical is anything but clinically impartial (and i love it so much for that), and its ryuk that has the last word.
"there's no point at all."
of course theres no point. none of this was ever supposed to happen. that is what matters more than all the hurt and the crimes and the pain.
and that's... actually okay, because it's over now.
yes, death note has many really important themes present in its story, but its viewpoint is nihilism first and foremost. thats why its so fun and easy to play around with all the other messages, because no matter what fun or torment or awful things or righteous justice or absolute nothingness or sentimentality happens in between, there is always an end.
there is always the end.
#*naomi was killed off bc the author thought shed solve the case too quickly. ironic. i dont think it was meant to forward a theme other than#'light evil! oh no!!!' bc it had minimal buildup and absolutely no repercussions. it is just kind of smth that happens#everything in death note is just smth that happens bc. at some point i just have to admit its NOT RLLY WELL WRITTEN#but it says something. it says many things. and i like balancing the two in my head#death note#personal#**>reduces anime ending to a footnote /j#anime ending: light regrets COMING THIS FAR- not his crimes. he sees l as another regret and dies.#another example of the tragic self (and tragic relationship) ultimately being more important than morals#l would be proud of the torment he inflicted on light if he were not fucking dead#i would also bring up the argument that the way every death note character uses the note is so extreme that its hard to compare them#to real people but lets assume that the author was trying to replicate how actual human beings work as much as possible*#you made it deep enough into the tags would you like to hear about near and mello being nonbinary—#'there is an end so why not enjoy the middle? chain yourself to a hot boy eat strawberry shortcake be bisexual and lie'#*either that or they were just explicitly trying to have fun like they said they was doing#light yagami#sure ill tag my boy#'you cant say the curtains are just blue!' well can i say the curtains were shittily made#norrie if you look at this post ever again ill death note you myself
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the thing my headache needs to understand is that i wanna do other things. i have literally drank water and taken my stupid silly meds and eaten a nourishment. cure yourself already????? please?????
#me@me#HATE HAVING RANDOM BURSTS OF ENERGY BUT BEING WEIGHED DOWN BY THE HEAD PAIN SIR I WANNA DO STUFF AND THE ENERGY IS LIMITED EDITION#you're literally my brain you should now how much of a Rare Event this is. can you go away pls.#can you not make me faint if i move more than a singular centimeter pls pls pls#im asking so nicely And politely and this is what i get#how rude#dispicable#hate it here!!#chewing at bars of enclosure!!! as usual!!!!!!!! i fucking guess!!!!#ew screen is evil light evil someone should've warned me about the lightbulbs man#maiora bla bla blas#gonna go lie down in the dark AGAIN bluhhhhhhh#would love to draw that'd be so fun why must the nausea insist on murdering me that's so mean#owchie.#hope someone else has a nice day this is a threat to you specifically <3
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